The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 943 - 442: Hunting the Holy Land!

The deep blue in Bai Mu’s pupils grew increasingly manic, as if the voice devoid of warmth contained two opposing souls roaring with fury: "Who exactly are you, and how can you evolve so perfectly!"

Dust fell like a torrential rain through the ruins of the skyscraper.

The dust, cascading like a waterfall, shimmered with a blood-red glow, faintly illuminating a twisting black shadow like a frenzied dragon.

Gu Jianlin looked down indifferently at the discomposed Pseudo Ancestor. He did not know the specific meaning of the term "Spiritual Gene Double Helix," as this was the first time he had heard it, but it was evidently related to the Third Law.

Now it seems, the creation of the Third Law may date back to the earliest days of the Ancient God Clan civilization, with eons of history unfolding because of it, akin to the ancient heroes vying for supremacy. Throughout history, both humans and gods alike have pursued that supreme existence, which is both the origin and the end of everything.

Even though perhaps few truly know what it is.

"I will find out."

The deep blue light in Bai Mu’s pupils extinguished, shattered in an instant by the abruptly fragmented space-time!

Blood sprayed outward, the scent of it so intense it seemed to ignite.

The crimson Ancient Dragon sprawled amidst the ruins, its jagged spine resembling charred molten lava, while scarlet scales contracted and released scorching steam, its bony protrusions distinct and horrific, yet solemn and majestic.

This was Candle Dragon’s Primordial Return state, wielding the power of space-time; he no longer needed to deliberately use Extraordinary Ability, effortlessly tearing time and space apart through mere instinct, seeing the world not as three-dimensional but as intersecting, overlapping mirror spaces penetrated by innumerable time fissures.

If his rank were higher, the power he could wield would be even greater.

His breath was deep, the Ancient God’s Breath a boiling ferocity.

Gu Jianlin maintained a high level of vigilance.

He knew the adversary was not dead.

Because something exists in this world, Bai Ze’s Forbidden Curse!

Sure enough, deep in the silent ruins arose the sound of sword song, rows of azure-gold Ancient Swords shooting forward like fish, scraping against the scales on His back, sparking densely like weaving threads.

The last time Gu Jianlin employed Primordial Return was in the Divine Ruins, where he carved a bloody path through the skies of bombardment, long accustomed to such agony. Accompanied by thunderous Dragon Roars, the domain of space freeze extended, bringing the world back to silence, leaving only the shrill sword light frozen in the air.

In a dark corner, Bai Mu, clad in tattered black robes, dashed forward, the sword edge emitting menacing Sword Qi, like ink splashing skyward, the sharpness cutting the ruins into countless piercing fissures.

Just then, a colossal shadow descended from the heavens, forcefully blocking the fierce Sword Qi.

Boom!

The pitch-black Qilin roared loudly, violent Dark Energy erupting forth, black flashes piercing the ruins!

With the ruins overturned by the upheaval of Dark Energy, Bai Mu’s visage illuminated by the black flash, he coldly propped the Iron Sword before him, his other hand’s finger brushing over the sword’s body.

The ancient, mystical rune shone, his flesh and blood instantly taking on an iron-cast hue.

Amidst the deafening uproar, Bai Mu was blasted outside the ruins onto the long street, knocking over a bus at the street corner, where he braced himself with hands to dispel the immense inertia, sliding lastly into a leafy park.

The asphalt road was gouged with two scorched trails, even smoking.

The vehicle owners and their families trapped on the street hurriedly exited their cars, marveling at the scene.

Bai Mu lifted his indifferent face, the iron-cast hue receding like a tidal wave, glancing at his sword, its blade now completely broken, unable to bear such a terrifying impact.

The pedestrians on the street fled frantically, though some bold ones took photos of him.

"God!"

Someone exclaimed.

For within the deepest mist and smoke of the collapsed ruins.

Two godlike shadows lifted their pupils, blood-red and golden hues intertwining.

Bai Mu tore through the ragged black robe, discarding the broken sword, and strode across the long street with cold words: "I’ve changed my mind. You are not a target that can be eliminated at will. I want to take you back, to uncover the secrets within you. You are not a life evolved from the Ancient God, but like these ignorant ants, seemingly born from the Third Law’s experiments. Even if an experimental subject goes rogue, it remains an insignificant experiment."

He paused: "Because you are only seventeen years old and cannot be the great Ancient God Clan. But you are not human either, and I want to know the secrets within you, where you really came from."

Gu Jianlin remained silent.

Because he knew that what the opponent said was indeed the truth.

Since realizing the existence of Supreme Law in the world, a question arose.

Clearly an Ancient God Clan’s Supreme Law, but why can only humans cultivate it.

He later discovered that the Ancient God Clan’s human form is innate, not a mimicry of Earth’s humans.

Later still, the President explained all his doubts.

Human genes, precisely originated from the Ancient God Clan!

A Third Power-nurtured Ancient God once integrated that noble race’s genes into Earth.

After countless ecological cycles, humanity finally emerged.

If this were an experiment, then it all makes sense.