Chapter 892: Chapter 421: City of Sin, the Black Supre’s Hatred (2)
Now, on the second layer, why has another City of Sin appeared?
Including the sculptures in this city that kneel and repent, I’ve lost count of how many I’ve seen along the way.
They seem to have stepped from reality into ancient mythology, watching all people kneel on the ground, praying for the gods’ salvation.
He swiftly profiled in his mind.
The bell resonating in the city, the fire burning in the storm, the people kneeling in the flas.
The god standing on the bronze pillar, overlooking.
Suddenly, it felt like lightning tearing through his mind.
Gu Jianlin was astonished to see on the broken bronze pillar a boy sitting atop it.
The boy’s face was pale, his eyes swirling with a fierce golden hue, as if reflecting a great conflagration, in which the people were struggling in pain, wailing and repenting.
Suddenly, the city ca alive, the mottled walls suddenly brightened, even exuded thick, pungent blood; the collapsed palaces and altars were restored in an instant, burning with endless flas. The kneeling statues fell off, revealing charred skin, writhing in agony within the flas.
Finally, the bronze pillar, so majestic and spectacular, seemingly reaching up to the sky do.
Just like the mythical Tower of Babel!
The storm brought with it the scent from millions of years ago.
Gu Jianlin was overwheld by the sudden hallucination, unable to breathe, retreating step by step.
Until he bumped into a warm and soft embrace.
Yet, Moon Princess’s delicate body trembled slightly, gripped by imnse fear.
"It’s alright."
She said softly, "Because I saw it too."
Gu Jianlin then realized it wasn’t just his hallucination, but rather sothing wrong with this City of Sin itself.
Because when they entered the City of Sin, the city began to revisit events from millions of years ago.
No, perhaps it wasn’t rely millions of years ago.
This should date back to the history of the ancient civilizations of the Ancient God Clan.
The era of the Black Supre!
The Qilin Venerable built this city for a specific reason, not as a prison to incarcerate criminals, nor to intimidate the people who committed great sins, but to commorate a certain event.
The specifics of this event are temporarily unverifiable.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this event that it ultimately drove the Black Supre mad.
Gu Jianlin vaguely felt it.
Hatred and madness were etched in the gaze of the boy who overlooked from the pillar.
He built this city seemingly to rember this hatred, never forgetting it for millions of years.
Gu Jianlin felt the Qilin Wedge burning hotter, almost scorching his palm!
At that mont, countless shadows seed to erge from the flas.
Their eyes, crimson as blood!
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Deep in the City of Sin, Jiang Chunyang wanted desperately to escape, but couldn’t.
He let out a hoarse roar, for two hundred years no one had made him so desolate before.
At the end of the wide Divine Path, thick black mist perated, within the fog, ghostly faces faintly appeared, baring their teeth, letting out beastly, hoarse roars, stirring up violent dark energy.
Swish!
A faint blood-colored phantom approached, slashing the fog with a knife.
"Jiang Chunyang, how does it feel to flee like a stray dog?"
Skylark’s voice echoed from afar.
She herself hadn’t arrived, yet phantoms continually crossed ti and space, lowering blades.
Blood-red knife light pierced through the mist like lightning, emitting a piercing wail.
"When you cooperated with Buzhou Mountain back then, why didn’t you think about today?"
This young girl held a red umbrella, walking in the drizzling rain, of course, she also felt the mutation from this city, the surroundings distorted like water reflections, flas igniting from the ground, illuminating brightly.
In the flas, shadows rolled in agony, as if enduring the world’s cruelest punishnt.
This scene made her frown slightly; with her rank, she could clearly realize one thing.
This place was shrouded in the spiritual domain of the Black Supre.
The power to reverse life and death!
Jiang Chunyang leaned on a cane, scampering like an old dog through the rain, seeing this he laughed loudly, exclaiming: "Hahaha! Just as rumored! The Divine Ruins have opened, life and death have been reversed here. This is the huge treasure left by the Black Supre, right at the end of that pyramid!"
"Eternal life, my eternal life!"
At the end of the rain, an inverted pyramid stood in the ancient, majestic city.
Raindrops scattered on the tiles, like playing a dirge.
Without beginning or end.
Skylark’s blood-red eyes flashed with intense interest, because the old ghost of the Jiang Family seed mad, but his judgnt was correct, because this dead city was reviving.
Restoring to its state from millions of years ago.
Even those sinners who died a thousand years ago were resurrecting.
This phenonon cannot be explained by science.
Even the mysteries can’t explain its principle.
It is exactly the handiwork of the Black Supre.
"Did the Qilin Venerable build this city intending to resurrect soone?" Skylark gazed into the depths of the Divine Ruins, her Future Vision vaguely saw vast life force converging here, which was the essence ford through the sacrifice of countless Ancient God Clan, faintly hearing countless Qilin roars.
Many people can’t understand, the exploration of the Ancient God Realm has reached the second layer, yet still, no sightings of the Qilin Clan, even their remnants are seldom seen.
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