The dark passageway began to tremble, and this seventeen-year-old boy lifted his head. In his blood-red eyes, a faint and fierce glow emerged, and the horrifying visage of the Candle Dragon flickered on his face like a mask, menacing and terrifying.

The Ghost Car Ancestor fell silent, lightly spoke a single word

"Yes."

Just this single word, yet it was as oppressive as thunder.

It blasted Gu Jianlin’s mind into a blank void.

The Ghost Car Ancestor lifted its eerie eyes, its calm voice turning sinister, like the wailing of millions of souls.

"Do you have any other questions?"

Within this silent tomb, the wind began to howl, and suddenly the wind’s sound became violent.

Just like the murderous intent in its eyes.

"——If not, hand over the Colorless Jade."

It paused: "Before your impending death."

At that moment, Gu Jianlin’s mind was silent, as the last glimmer of hope had shattered.

Once upon a time, when he learned the truth about the Blood Moon Slaughter Incident, he not only felt unparalleled anger but also harbored a strand of unrealistic expectation. He hoped that man was also a Supreme Level life form, so death would no longer be an irreparable farewell but a despairing long sleep.

Yet time ultimately has its limits.

One day, they could meet again.

But now, this hope had been extinguished, and his world once again fell into a torrential downpour.

This pitch-black tomb seemed to transform into a burning overpass, the rain pouring like tides over the shattered cars, and he sat silently on the car hood, drenched like a wandering ghost.

Bright car lights, piercing screeches, a huge truck loomed forward.

The terrifying visage of the Nine-headed Bird seemed close at hand.

Light footsteps sounded faintly, and someone stood before him, holding up an umbrella.

"See it? This world is so cruel. I once offered you a chance to choose, but you rejected me. From your ancestors, to your father, now it falls to you. This is the tomb prepared for you by the Vermilion Bird Clan; they had long made preparations to resolve you here."

The Skylark whispered by his ear with a fragrant breath, her eyes alluring and bewitching: "According to your plan, at the very least you should have sought the Ghost Car Ancestor after reaching the Holy Land, but never expected they would find you early, did you? Back on the Penglai Fairy Island, when the Vermilion Bird Venerate confronted you, it was actually a warning, wasn’t it?"

She extended her fair hands, blood-red nails flickering with cold light.

Gu Jianlin felt the soft, cold touch; her fingertips touched his face.

"That Supreme had already set eyes on you, much less you took away the Third Supreme’s prototype."

The Skylark softly said: "Your Grandmaster tried her best to keep you out of the Vermilion Bird Clan’s sight, yet you let down her kindness, insisting on investigating everything. Is it worth it?"

Gu Jianlin listened to her enchanting voice, seemingly unable to discern who she truly was.

Candle Dragon, or Skylark.

Her exquisite features were slightly wet in the wind and rain, damp forehead strands clung to her snow-white skin.

"This world is so dangerous, why not surrender your body to me."

Skylark whispered by his ear: "Surrender completely to me, just fall asleep like this. When you wake up, your enemies will all turn to bones. I’ll command your power and annihilate all your enemies!"

Gu Jianlin lowered his head, a blood-red Ancient Dragon at some unknown point had entwined around him, he seemed to sense the blood-colored lightning hovering above, the unparalleled God overlooked her.

She embraced him from behind, the intense scent of Lan She was so thick.

Her embrace was so warm yet so cold, causing inexplicable unease.

Blood-red nails seemed to pierce through his heart.

Suddenly, the Skylark found herself holding air.

He didn’t know when Gu Jianlin escaped her embrace, standing silently before her.

With a gaze he had never shown before.

So indifferent it seemed all emotion was lost, empty and cold.

"Move aside."

Gu Jianlin raised his hand to touch her forehead, softly saying: "My own path, I’ll walk it myself."

Bam!

At the deepest level of consciousness, in the Skylark’s stunned gaze, his soul’s power exploded!

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The Ghost Car Ancestor seemed surprised, raising its eyes as the scene unfolding was astonishing.

Gu Jianlin personally dispelled the woman’s power within himself.

Originally, Qilin and Skylark were in a fusion state, their Rank had reached the Holy Land Level, undoubtedly a very dangerous enemy, even the Ancient Ancestors had no absolute certainty.

However, Gu Jianlin personally broke off that state, the Rank suddenly dropped drastically!

This young man’s head sprouted regal, mysterious Dragon Horns, strands of blood light coalescing into a stern and frightening mask on his face, he lifted his fierce golden eyes, devoid of any emotion.

And in the darkness, Skylark’s phantom dissipated like mist, leaving only a pair of alluring eyes.

Reflecting the solitary silhouette of the young man.

"I thought I would meet you many years later, but fate played a grand joke on me, delivering you right before me at this moment. I’ve been searching for you for a long time, just like drawing your likeness countless times. This is the duel between you and me, I won’t let that woman interfere."

Gu Jianlin raised the ghost knife entangled with blood Qi, the blade seemed to resonate with his will, making a slight buzzing: "When that man faced me, he was at the Sixth Rank, now I’m also at the Sixth Rank. How coincidental."