Chapter 1188: Chapter 553: You Ying
At the summit of Gangrenboqi Peak, the pitch-black void twisted the snow-covered plain, the howling snowstorm swirling like a vortex, and someone stepped out from the snow.
Even though Su Youzhu had prepared herself, she was still shocked by the sight of the Gangdisi Mountain Range.
"What is this?"
Tang Ling took off her sunglasses and gazed ahead, her red hair fluttering in the wind like fire.
The Gangdisi Mountain Range was shrouded in a terrifying blood mist, the snowfield already stained red with fresh blood, and scalding blood surged in the bottomless rift, gushing like a fountain.
The scarlet blood aura drifted into the sky, weaving into a giant, pitch-black lotus. It was clearly withered as if dead for many years, yet it had a strange beauty, and gazing at it felt like seeing an immortal female corpse of millions of years, her features enchanting and eerie.
Just a fleeting glance was already shocking.
Afraid of disturbing the sleeping souls of the dead.
An ancient giant stone array altar stood atop the peak, people in black robes slashed their wrists, letting blood flow into the Alchemy Matrix, the array patterns resembling the face of a monster.
No, it was the face of Qiongqi.
Strangely enough, two corpses lay within the ancient array patterns.
One large and one small, two corpses.
The black-robed people realized the arrival of uninvited guests, turned to glance at them, their pale lips curling into a strange smile, seemingly unfazed.
They were once Silver and Gold, now Luanniao and Kui Bird.
Gu Diao was also present, resembling a ghost freshly dug from the grave.
"Qiongqi Venerable’s remains have always been buried here."
Mu Shiyu took off her hood, revealing a sinister and imposing face: "You never found it because you couldn’t decipher His power, but my Master can. When the time is right, the glorious Venerable will use Him to resurrect the legendary Supreme You Ying God."
The Mu Family fell back then, and the disgruntled Platinum fled with his daughter, ultimately reaching Fusang Divine Palace, where they were taken in by the Vermilion Bird Clan, transformed into the Ancient God Clan.
The father inherited the bones and blood of Gu Diao.
The daughter inherited the bones and blood of Qu Ru.
An exception as Ancestor Level, but unfortunately, not of ancient lineage.
The human-modified Ancient Ancestors only possess strength, lacking something crucial.
Su Youzhu didn’t even bother to give her a glance, instead looking up at the lone figure admiring the snow at the cliff’s edge, her voice cold: "Long time no see, shall we finally end it this time?"
The small talk before the battle, Tang Ling had no thoughts, since she was never familiar with them anyway.
However, the Vermilion Bird Venerate had watched them grow up, overlooking the vast glacier below the cliff, whispering wistfully: "Honestly, I preferred you two when you were little, much cuter."
Everyone knew this was the final confrontation, yet the Supreme still had the mood to tease them, lacking the gunpowder smell of seeing enemies, only calmness.
As the Supreme, He had long known who would come to hinder today.
Rather, He was waiting for them here.
"I also preferred you before entering the crematorium."
Su Youzhu said coldly: "More benevolent."
Tang Ling was inevitably surprised; everyone knew this icy beauty was not good with words, if action was an option, she’d never waste them. You’d rarely see any emotional fluctuation on her, except when in love, she was like an unemotional doll, indifferent to everything.
Only when facing the Vermilion Bird did she not hesitate to deliver her sharp and sarcastic words.
The Vermilion Bird Venerate wasn’t bothered, smiling: "You scattered the ashes of my avatar?"
Su Youzhu said expressionlessly: "Not just that, smashed the tombstone too."
"She wants not only to scatter your grave but destroy your altar, shatter your Divine Palace, erase everything about you, including your millennia-old aspirations."
Tang Ling opened the Sword Box, from which an ancient sword condensed with arcs of electricity emerged, accompanied by rumbling thunder: "When I initially met him, I was curious about what kind of person his father was, and how he raised such a child. Upon learning the legends about you, I thought you were a remarkable man. Unfortunately, reality proved that distance creates beauty."
She paused: "Let the legends remain legends."
Because seeing it firsthand, only brought disappointment.
No matter if you are the Supreme, I still look down on you.
The Vermilion Bird Venerate turned, the noble Vermilion Bird mask brimming with dim glow, with eyes deep like abysses: "That was merely the imagined me, I have no obligation to meet anyone’s needs, to become that past weakest, most helpless self again."
"I don’t deny, I’m sorry for your experiences."
He spoke each word deliberately: "But all I can do is apologize."
Killing intent surged.
"Gu Ci’an has long been dead, utterly defeated, without even a trace of remains."
He spread his hands: "And how can his remnants, that of you, possibly win against me?"
Clang!
The Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword descended half a foot in front of Him, blocked by immense mental Thought.
"Who wants your condescending apology?"
Su Youzhu’s eyes shimmered with the demonic Mandala, a dark red Ancient Dragon mask suddenly materializing, her hoarse voice like a dragon’s roar: "I just want you dead."
What kind of toils and hardships shaped this man, cold to the core before them?
It remains a mystery to this day.
This entity named Vermilion Bird, a God devoid of any trace of humanity, felt apologetic for past actions only due to divine dignity and calmness, to Him, humanity was like ants by the roadside, trodden on His quest for ultimate height.
