The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 1012 - 476: Jing Ci’s Story (Part 2)

The reason he did it was probably because he saw himself from many years ago.

After that, a long journey began.

The girl’s identity was a mystery, and each time she lost control, it would bring about catastrophic destruction.

Fortunately, Jing Ci was by her side, restraining her rampage.

Again and again, year after year.

Jing Ci took her to explore the renowned alchemy masters around the world, undoubtedly intending to assess her physical condition.

Of course, it was also for the purpose of curing her.

During that time, the disasters caused by the girl would inevitably lead to her being hunted by the Ascender organizations worldwide.

Those people certainly didn’t know she was a great Primordial, as even the girl herself didn’t know.

Jing Ci took all the blame onto himself in order to protect her.

The day of Washington’s destruction, the Wyoming great ritual, the Jordan diamond murder case...

The world had many misunderstandings about that man in a suit, always thinking he was bloodthirsty and unmanageable, hence branding him with the title of Demon. To this day, people hate the disasters he brewed in those years but are too afraid of his power to retaliate.

However, if you truly understood that man, you would know he’s not someone who easily loses control.

The one who truly lost control was never Jing Ci.

It was Lu Shu’s Ancestor.

Perhaps every Alchemy Master once advised that man to kill the girl beside him.

Perhaps Jing Ci once fell into agony and struggle.

He didn’t want to watch her continue rampaging and killing, yet he was unwilling to give up on this helpless girl.

Not to mention killing her with his own hands.

Until one day, Jing Ci discovered the truth after many years of searching through strands of history.

No.

More likely, Jing Ci saw her true form during one of the girl’s rampages.

Lu Shu’s Ancestor.

No one could imagine Jing Ci’s emotions at that moment.

Who did he love?

Who was the person he desperately protected all along?

Gu Jianlin opened the text message, vividly seeing the years-long chat history.

The final conversation was frozen in a winter of 2005.

"I had a dream; it was Christmas in Strasbourg, and I walked with you in the town, with water flowing under the bridge. If possible, I’d like to spend Christmas with you again this year."

"Okay, I’ll find medicine in Northern Europe for you and come back to accompany you tomorrow."

"Can I really be cured?"

"Yes."

"If I can’t be cured, will you kill me?"

"I don’t know."

"I recently dreamt of that monster in my dreams again, if one day I’m no longer myself..."

"Don’t say such discouraging things."

"If one day I’m no longer myself, then please kill me, okay?"

The SMS abruptly stopped here.

It’s a long story; perhaps Gu Jianlin’s compilation is just the tip of the iceberg.

But it was enough to touch everyone present.

As for that old phone and the lengthy call, they weren’t to wait for the girl to awaken.

Jing Ci paid attention because he hoped she’d never wake again.

Because he knew, once the voice from the phone sounded again, he’d forever lose his girl.

That meant he’d have to fulfill the promise made years ago.

To do what he should do, yet least wanted to do.

"Oh my God."

Ghost Eye was dumbfounded, Xing Yun was moved to tears.

It’s hard to imagine that these two simple-minded individuals understood the story and were sincerely moved.

Jiang Ze fell into silence, realizing this was the true nature of that man.

It’s a very difficult choice.

In the face of the whole world and the person you love, who do you choose?

Jing Ci gave his answer.

He ultimately killed the girl he loved. His actions were undoubtedly noble for the world; he was not a bloodthirsty beast in the jungle but a noble stag.

But it’s hard to say exactly whom he chose.

Because his choice was for both the world and the promise once made.

The girl once wanted him to kill her.

He didn’t agree, but he did it.

"Where are they now?"

Tang Yun was shocked beyond words, his voice trembling.

Tang Ling raised her head thoughtfully, softly saying, "In the sky."

Gu Jianlin looked up at the sky, seeing the dark clouds shattered by a heartbreaking fissure, like lightning tearing through chaos, the overwhelming momentum erupting like molten lava, causing the sky to tremble violently.

No one present had any auxiliary paths.

But they all felt an unimaginably powerful spirituality was burning.

Like an invisible nuclear bomb ignited.

Its might was boundless.

The torrential rain was swept by the wind, leaves swaying as they were pulled into the sky.

Above the sky, a faint azure-gold Ancient Dragon soared into the sky, its Dragon Roar piercing the entire world!

In its dignified vertical pupils, the face of a man was reflected!

The domain of Fengdu Luo Realm was trembling, as hideous and terrifying cracks appeared.

"Ascension."

Jiang Ze’s face turned pale: "That man is ascending."

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On the rooftop of the Sea Sky Building, the highest place in Peak City. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Jizi Chuan, panting heavily, half-kneeling on the rooftop, his bare chest drenched in blood, his knife planted beside him, its blade covered in shocking sword marks, this visible leader of the You Ying Group was now more disheveled than ever, like a convict about to be judged, with head bowed.

His chest pierced by an Iron Sword, pinning him firmly against the wall, unable to move.

No one had forced him into such a predicament for many years.

Only because today’s opponent was too strong.

It was an Ancient Ancestor.

An Ancient Ancestor fused with the Third Law.

But he didn’t feel he’d die; instead, he looked up with interest.

The suited man, like him, was also in disarray, his white shirt stained with blood, forced half-kneeling on the ground, with a shattered knife scattered in front, reflecting a bloodied face.

A snow-white dress fluttered in the wind.

The girl appeared no older than eighteen, yet seemed to have long white hair, hair as snowy as three thousand strands, partially covering a flawless face like jade, her white dress swirling in the wind, barefoot on a pool of blood.

Seemingly beautiful, yet an intensely horrifying scene.

For the Ancient God Clan took human form for the first time, stepping into the real world.

Even as you see her as human, there’s an insurmountable chasm-like alienation.

As if in Ancient Times, humans worshiped those colossal statues, reverence that was humbly felt into the dust.

The young girl looked up, her eyes filled with indifference, merely gazing at the kneeling man before her.

"You’ve finally reached the Ninth Rank."

She softly said, "Was it to kill me?"

Jing Ci lifted his head, blood-red vision reflecting the girl’s face: "You are not her."

The girl tilted her head, gently laughing: "Yes, I am not her, she shouldn’t have existed."

The girl Jing Ci encountered was just one attempt in the long life of a great being.

To an awakening Ancient Ancestor, it was insignificant.

"Humans are such creatures, imprisoning themselves with the cage named the past, thus growing weak. This is because your lives are too fleeting, hence needing meaning to prove your existence. But we are different; if you are eternal, you will never need anything to prove yourself." Lu Shu’s Ancestor loftily overlooked, her voice so indifferent and calm, like the sound synthesized by a machine.

The skies above changed colors, and a huge, terrifying face was faintly visible amidst the clouds.

By comparison, the flashing lightning in the night sky was so small.

Insignificant.

"Yes, humans always need something to prove their existence, otherwise, it’s all meaningless."

After a moment of silence, Jing Ci actually smiled silently: "Because humans are very idealistic beings, although you deny her existence, she was a real person in my life."

"And as a person, if I’ve promised something to someone, I will definitely do it."

He softly raised his hands: "So..."

Lu Shu’s Ancestor gazed at him, as if witnessing an unimaginable future, with eyes showing surprise.

Because Jing Ci made an extremely peculiar gesture.

"This was something I saw many years ago while living on Buzhou Mountain, coming from that blood-red Supreme."

His thumbs and index fingers closed like an irregular rhombus.