The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 917 - 430: You Are My Child

On the eve of dawn, strands of morning light illuminated the desolate world.

Accompanied by a world-shattering dragon roar, a blood-red ancient dragon fell to the ground, exploding into a myriad of scattered mandala petals, reminiscent of the miraculous feat once performed by that wicked woman, causing time and space to violently shake.

Following it was a pitch-black Qilin, whose majestic and stern body dissipated like mist, and from the black fog emerged a faint, slender figure, staggering as if about to fall at any moment.

At this moment, two figures swiftly arrived, supporting him from both sides.

"Are you okay?"

They said in unison.

Tang Ling lifted her solemn gaze, silently observing the stranger’s yet familiar face. Her delicate yet cold face appeared snow-white under the morning light, and those eyes were like transparent ice.

She had seen this face before, in Xiao Gu’s home.

It wasn’t until the identity of the person was revealed that she finally understood some of the questions that had been perplexing her.

Su Youzhu’s mask had long shattered during the battle, yet she didn’t expect to encounter this so-called rival here. Her eyes carried a hidden sharpness like edged blades, an outburst of beauty.

Both were surprised, but a moment later, some clarity emerged.

Gu Jianlin intended to rescue the President, and he would naturally bring only those he trusted most. They had initially thought they were the only ones qualified to accompany him, only to find out they became the Joker.

Still, it’s better this way, more people mean more strength.

They were sensible girls and would not fuss over such matters at this moment.

Gu Jianlin coughed up blood, using the Qilin Wedge to support himself, his vitality and spirituality on the verge of exhaustion, his mind in turmoil. Even though employing the You Ying Law intensively in the Ancient God Realm had burdened him, fortunately, without the bone-crushing pain, he might’ve been dead.

His vision blurred, and his voice stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

No way to answer the girls’ questions.

A cracking sound.

His body crumbled, countless scars surfaced, staining the white shirt red.

He ignited a trace of Divine Sacrificial Fire in his hands, striving to consume the surrounding life force to heal.

The girls’ eyes narrowed; they just realized how many injuries he had sustained in the battle.

The damage inflicted after performing Primordial Return would feedback onto the body!

How had he held on until now?

Su Youzhu quickly fed a vial of Blue Blood into his mouth, skillfully checking his heartbeat and pulse, ensuring no severe problems before attempting to carry him.

"Let me."

Tang Ling blocked her without expression, noticing the girl’s hesitation, calmly said: "Height."

Su Youzhu frowned, as her 155 cm stature made it somewhat challenging to carry a boy over 30 cm taller, not due to lack of strength but the difference in size.

If forced, it wouldn’t be carrying but dragging.

Unseemly and inconvenient.

"I’ll scout ahead."

With no alternatives left, she drew the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword and turned around, suddenly freezing.

For at the mountain ridge’s end, a towering Golden Ancient Tree vanished into the deepest clouds, the so-called morning light merely a strand of its descending brilliance; the parched ground was riddled with menacing cracks, faintly glowing with scorching golden patterns resembling knotted roots.

The endless ridges were dyed bright golden, and the towering trees were similarly luminous.

"It’s beautiful."

Tang Ling, carrying the weary boy, said softly while walking on the rugged mountain path.

Gu Jianlin forced himself to raise his head, gazing towards the Candle Light Divine Tree, suddenly recalling something.

"Curse."

He murmured.

The girls were startled.

Typically, the Candle Light Divine Tree was cursed.

Since the President’s disappearance, no one suppressed the Candle Light Divine Tree, and the curse’s power spread across the Ancient God Realm, affecting even Demigod-level Ascenders, none could escape its influence.

Jiang Chunyang serves as a fitting example.

Originally tormented by the curse, once the Candle Light Divine Tree revived, he went insane.

"There’s a body here!"

Su Youzhu glanced at a withered tree, where bodies lay scattered, obviously from the Ether Association’s advance team, exploring the Candle Light Divine Tree’s mysteries, unfortunately dying here.

"Signs of battle, they were attacked."

Tang Ling examined briefly, giving her profile-based conclusion: "Hmm? Not correct."

Su Youzhu expressionlessly said: "It’s self-inflicted."

Both girls excelled in profiling, even if not exceptionally skilled, the basic judgment wouldn’t be mistaken, the team hadn’t been attacked but died from self-conflict.

Unintentionally, they thought of one thing: curse!

"Can you hear the whispers in your ear?"

Tang Ling suddenly asked.

Su Youzhu shook her head.

Such oddity, despite the curse-driven self-immolation, neither felt it; arriving here instead sensed tranquility, bathed in warm golden light seemingly hearing morning bells and evening drums, momentarily serene like ancient temples.

Wait!

They suddenly realized something, darting towards the mountain ridge simultaneously.