Chapter 1187: Chapter 552: War_2
"Using the body of Zhu Zhao to forcibly covet Mother God’s power is too much for me. But fortunately, the new rules have started, and I can actually do such a thing."
The man cradled the face of the skeleton, as if through its burning eye sockets, he saw the boy skilled in calculations from the past, "Surprised, aren’t you? If given a little more time, I believe you too can awaken from the eternal sleep. After all, Father God has been completely devoured by my son. You who have slumbered for so long can also be reborn from this half-dead state."
"Too bad, you don’t have the chance anymore."
A staff entwined with a phoenix feather appeared in his hand, and with a thud, it landed on the ground.
The door to the dimension swung open, and the Fusang Divine Palace firmly rooted itself on Gangrenboqi Peak.
Ancient Gods emerged from the burning sea of fire.
The former silver and gold, now Ying Ye and Ying Yu, have been given new titles, inheriting the bones and blood of the Luanniao and Kui Bird respectively, becoming the Ancient Ancestors.
Even Platinum has inherited the bones and blood of the Gu Diao, yet in the world of the Ancient God Clan, he is the weakest of the Ancient Ancestors, having died countless times at the hands of those ancient Great Sages.
"In honor of your greatness, Master."
Lastly, there was a regal young girl, her golden hair styled elegantly, her beautiful face radiant, with a hint of crimson at the corner of her eyes, and her dress scattered like fire.
This was Mu Shiyu, the survivor of the chaos in the Order World ten years ago.
The Fusang Divine Palace was bustling with demons, old ancestors opened their angry divine eyes to overlook the land, not daring to gaze directly at the Supreme’s silhouette, as if He was both God and Devil.
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The peak of Meili Snow Mountain shone splendidly in the sunlight, amidst the wind and snow, there lingered the reverberating sound of an Ancient Bell, as if one could hear the devout chanting of monks.
"After ten years, I still feel a bit like I’m here for a tomb sweeping."
Su Youzhu walked towards the Buddhist temple on the peak, the stone steps underfoot frozen solid, her hands clutching numerous tribute offerings, resembling a young girl visiting a cemetery during festive seasons to honor relatives, "Grandmaster is still alive, yet we come to offer sacrifices every year, what’s with that?"
Her deer-skin coat billowed in the wind, and the short platinum hair carried a layer of frost.
A white scarf covered her face as exquisite as ice and snow, with icicles clinging to her eyelashes.
"It certainly seems like it, but the difference is Grandmaster can actually receive our offerings."
Tang Ling’s wool coat rustled in the wind, the hem flaring revealing long legs wrapped in jeans, her high leather boots slipped on the icy stone steps.
"By the way, did you visit and pay respects to your mom before leaving?"
The mom she was referring to was, of course, Shi Jing.
These days, Thunder and Moon Princess are engaged with that young man, having even held a wedding.
Except for not being officially registered, they are no different than family.
"I did."
Su Youzhu remarked coldly, "I even instructed to have Gu Ci’an’s grave unearthed."
Tang Ling glanced at her, "I thought you would’ve separated them."
Su Youzhu responded expressionlessly, "I’ve been growing more upset over the last ten years, He doesn’t deserve it."
Tang Ling didn’t have much to say about it either, as Professor Gu had little interaction with her.
Through her sunglasses, she gazed at the ancient Buddhist temple, "Chen Bojun said we should visit her during holidays, so she’s not too lonely. According to Fatty’s research, Grandmaster should be in a state of unconscious sleep, with her power continuously expanding."
"If we can enter the Sweet Pool, we can see Him dividing His bones and blood."
Speaking of this, she felt somewhat tempted, "Should we take a risk and take a look?"
Su Youzhu’s beautiful eyes shimmered slightly, but upon thinking it over, she deemed it unwise, "Next time, if we accidentally awaken her, I’m afraid she’d forcefully break out of her cocoon again and join us in searching for Him."
Tang Ling pondered and agreed.
The current Venerable Xi He was asleep in his Ancient God Realm.
This place was named Sweet Pool.
Ten years ago, after forcibly preventing the destruction of Earth, Venerable Xi He could no longer control his power and was compelled to slumber, arriving at Meili Snow Mountain and rooting the Ancient God Realm, falling silent.
During these ten years, there have been pilgrims who were mentally affected by Him, becoming the most loyal Divine Servants, now residing in the ancient temple, serving the sleeping God.
The doors of the Buddhist temple swung open, and the elderly monk walked out, hands pressed together.
"Greetings to the two your Ladyships."
He spoke respectfully, "May the Master bless you both."
Su Youzhu handed him the packages of offerings with a slight nod.
Tang Ling offered a returning bow, "Master, how is Grandmaster doing?"
Given she was Grandmaster’s Guardian, some respect was deserved.
The old monk was startled and quickly pressed his hands together, bowing even lower, "I often hear His whispers, He is always thinking of you both."
Su Youzhu chuckled silently.
Tang Ling acknowledged with a sound, "This could be our last time visiting her."
Though she didn’t explicitly state it, her meaning was crystal clear.
The old monk raised his head, speaking earnestly, "Children, you work hard."
What the Divine Servant conveys is the Master’s will.
It represents the Grandmaster’s approval.
Su Youzhu also felt the warm sunshine cascading in the snow-capped mountains, a blessing from their elders.
"Thank you, we’ll try to come back alive."
She drew the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword, reversing her grip to carve out a chilling cross, tearing open the void.
The pitch-black void suddenly spread wide, and the tunnel through time and space opened.
"Farewell."
Tang Ling turned around, picked up her carrying Sword Box, and stepped into the black hole.
The wind and snow rushed against their faces, the girls’ eyes as cold as steel.
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Ying Changsheng stood with hands behind his back, overlooking the city in the morning light, softly sighing, "So, transferring the center of order to Peak City was just a facade. Those two ladies simply didn’t want us to know what they really intend to do, was it?"
Ten years have passed, and the Crown Prince of the past has grown into a true Emperor.
Tang Ling is merely the strongest on the surface and the one in power.
Yet the true holder of authority is him.
The world once full of hidden turmoil has become calm under his pressure.
The once young and bright boy has become steadfast and dignified.
"They’ve matured greatly over the last ten years, but the one thing they’ve never learned is how to lie."
Jiang Ziyue sneered, "I used to be a Shadow, how could they possibly fool me?"
Ying Changsheng glanced at him, asking calmly, "What’s your opinion?"
"According to Liu Li’s calculations, the probability of the two ladies’ complete defeat is one-thousandth, they would at least fight to mutual destruction. If they win, the Vermilion Bird Clan is done for."
Jiang Ziyue thought it over, "If they lose, we’d have at least ten thousand years to continue to gather strength silently, awaiting their awakening."
They, of course, refer to the Qilin and Xi He.
"Now we’re all with families, so they don’t want us to risk our lives, turning the currently peaceful world upside down, causing countless families to be torn apart."
Ying Changsheng smiled, "But I refuse to accept."
Jiang Ziyue shrugged, turning to look.
Su Youxia leaned against the railing, smoking, ten years later she became more seductive and charming, with mature allure in her eyes, saying lightly, "You do as you please, I’ll follow."
"Indeed, if a war breaks out, the flames would inevitably spread across the entire Extraordinary World."
Jiang Ziyue scratched his eyebrows, "And who knows how many people would die."
"But..."
He paused, "That’s not the reason to watch them fight alone."
Ying Changsheng laughed freely, waved his hand, "We were all taught by the Tai Hua President, when did we ever get cowardly facing war? Notify Lu Zijin and Chen Bojun, prepare for battle. Those who want to go to battle should prepare their wills, those who don’t want to fight should stay home to protect their families, we’re not forcing anyone."
"Ten thousand years is too long, we’ll seize the day."
He raised his right hand, and the Sword Box vibrated violently, "Let’s fight there, damn it."
