The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 921 - 431: A Toast to You

Gu Jianlin slept, and it was the most restful sleep he had since stepping into the Extraordinary World.

In his dream, he arrived at Tian Ding Temple, listening to the sounds of morning bell and evening drum. The roaring wind pierced through the vast sea of clouds, where a towering stone stele stood majestically, reminiscent of her slender yet towering silhouette.

He fell asleep beneath that golden ginkgo tree, and the gentle breeze felt like caresses on his face.

As if someone was gently stroking his face.

When he awoke again, the entire Ancient God Realm was bathed in the light of sunrise.

The wilderness no longer felt desolate, as if it secretly harbored life.

The dry ridges were enveloped in sunlight, sprouting tender green buds everywhere, brimming with vitality.

"Awake?"

Su Youzhu knelt under the golden ancient tree, slightly tilting her head to look at him with calm eyes.

Tang Ling said nothing, just handed him a bottle of water.

Gu Jianlin suddenly sat up: "Where is the President?"

"I don’t know. After you completed the ceremony with that fruit, we saw her phantom rise from the ground, piercing the sky and the land. Her gaze swept across this world, as if she said something."

Su Youzhu muttered: "And then she disappeared."

Tang Ling whispered: "I know you want to ask what she said, but I didn’t hear it either."

After saying that, she pointed to his wrist.

Gu Jianlin was taken aback, noticing an ancient bracelet had appeared on his wrist, with a golden Buddha Bead attached to it. In the sunlight, it shone brightly as if reflecting the majestic silhouette of someone.

"I’ve seen this thing before."

Tang Ling said seriously: "This is the key to Tian Ding Temple. She handed her small world over to you. Many say I was her personally chosen successor, but it seems the true Inheritor should be you."

Su Youzhu gazed curiously at the Buddha Bead. It was the legendary space-type Mythical Weapon, only Demigod Level Ascenders were worthy of possessing it. It was their exclusive small world, said to have other functions too.

It was a very curious thing.

Gu Jianlin wasn’t a Demigod yet and had many years before he could reach the pinnacle of the world.

By then, he could have his own small world too.

Few Ascenders would pass on their small world to another because such an action seemed unnecessary.

Yet, Gu Jianlin caressed the Buddha Bead, feeling a faint warmth.

Because it carried the blessings of an elder.

"Has the President really gone?"

The girls asked in unison.

Gu Jianlin stared at the sunrise on the horizon, remaining silent for a long time before softly saying: "I don’t think so."

Before they could voice confusion, he looked up and continued: "Because the President is someone who keeps their word. Since she made a promise to me, I believe she will come back."

Gu Jianlin stood up, leading the girls in bowing deeply to the towering Candle Light Divine Tree.

A breeze arrived from the edge of the world, gently brushing against his hair and face.

Just like her gaze.

"What do you want to do next?"

Su Youzhu gazed at his profile and asked softly.

Tang Ling also looked at him silently, voicing her sentiment without words.

No matter what you choose to do, I will be with you.

Gu Jianlin touched the Buddha Bead silently, his eyes shining with fierce gold as he lifted his gaze.

"Revenge."

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The Red King bent over his writing desk, penning the final Chapter of this diary: "The strongest who bore the world finally found her redemption. She freed herself from the curse of destiny and wished to lay down the world’s burden. Taihua’s name is destined to shine on the brightest page of history, enlightening human chronicles."

"The grief, the struggles, the sufferings, the hatred, the persistence—all vanished like the resonating Bell of Tian Ding Temple. This strongest lost all power but embraced a brand-new life, living the normal life she dreamed of, watching her children grow up. The Immortal Medicine symbolizing vitality was enough for her peaceful elder years."

As he wrote this, he suddenly realized something wasn’t right.

Outside the window, the clouds broke, and sunlight bathed the sleeping Tokyo in countless threads of morning light.

The sunrise in the East, the sky mirrored the bright Light like a burning ocean.

"No, not right."

He stared blankly out the window, murmuring: "I see, I understand now. Is this what you’ve chosen to do? After all this, you still refuse to let go of it all? But doing so, you’ll have no way back."

This was something big, vastly deviating from his calculations.

Especially the hidden reason behind Master’s actions, it sent chills down the spine.

"Who could make you so cautious, going to such lengths?"

He frowned, lost in thought.

The Red King attempted to draw a face in the diary but couldn’t capture its likeness.

In the end, he sighed: "Forget it, let Brother study it instead."

The morning light remained warm, casting on his face.

As if returning to over two hundred years ago, when he felt the warmth of the aloof woman holding him in the snow.

This resurrected King stayed silent for a long time, whispering: "All for him? I’m not sure whether to envy or admire. Well, it was rewarded by genuine feelings, after all. If you’re biased, be it so, I have no complaints. I couldn’t be like him even if placed in his shoes."