The Ancient Gods' Whisper

The fully armed Jeep roared across the endless desert.

"Chase! Keep chasing them hard!"

Third Master Liu gripped the steering wheel, slammed the gas pedal, and shouted, "Don't let those Judgement Court bastards get that drop of the Ancient God's Blood, and definitely don't let that bastard Si Wei'an succeed! Butcher, ram them hard! The Ancient God's Blood is ours!"

As a director of You Ying Group, he rarely drove himself, but this time, he was truly in a frenzy.

His bloodshot eyes and distorted face gave him the look of a raging bull.

"Got it, Third Master!"

Butcher was equally thrilled. He wasn't interested in the Ancient God's Blood; he simply loved fighting.

Especially beating up members of the Judgement Court.

"Sister Moon Princess, are you okay?"

Miss Lan, seated in the back, turned to look at the young girl beside her. "Are your wounds still unhealed?"

The current Moon Princess had already used the Yin Yang Twin Jade to create a clone once more. Not only that, but she had completed the ritual and was now ready to break through the spirituality barrier, becoming a Fifth Rank Moon Master at any moment.

But she wasn't happy about it at all.

She felt an immense pressure, a deep yearning for death.

"I'm fine. I just didn't sleep well last night,"

the Moon Princess replied weakly.

Miss Lan shot her a skeptical glance. Her boyfriend had just helped her obtain the Moonstone Heart the day before, and now she looked utterly exhausted. It was hard not to let one's imagination run rampant.

"What did you two get up to last night? Rolling in the sheets? Went at it all night?"

She added with feigned restraint, "How did it feel?"

Moon Princess, wearing a mask, gazed off with vacant eyes. A stray tuft of hair on her head stood on end as she pulled her down jacket tighter around herself and said faintly, "No, if we had been rolling in the sheets, I probably wouldn't feel this tired, would I? From what I heard, aside from the first time being a bit painful, the rest is supposed to feel really good."

Miss Lan gave her a long, contemplative look and said, "No need to explain. I admit my taste in men is questionable, but if I met a man willing to ring the bell for me and take on five others, I wouldn't sleep for the whole night either."

Heh.

A thought suddenly formed in Moon Princess's mind.

Who the hell do you think you are? Do you really think your taste in men compares to mine?

Hurriedly, she pushed the thought aside, nerves fraying.

The entire night before, she had been grind-training obsessively in that pitch-black world.

For reasons unknown, Qilin Venerable had suddenly cranked up the difficulty on her training.

She had initially thought she'd never have any connection to the Candle Dragon Forbidden Curse.

Yet, after all the twists and turns, here she was, being forced to learn it still.

Granted, her aptitude was decent; she genuinely had a chance at mastering the Candle Dragon Forbidden Curse.

But even before fully learning it, she was already experiencing its side effects.

Both understanding and casting a Forbidden Spell come with certain consequences, after all.

Moon Princess had already tasted just how terrifying those side effects could be. Her emotions had shifted; she noticed she had become exceptionally arrogant, seeing herself as an Empress gazing down at the world, sneering at everything in disdain.

She found herself displeased with everyone and everything, as if the entire world was garbage.

And these effects crept up insidiously, making it impossible to predict when her innermost thoughts might slip out.

It was truly frightening.

What on earth had Qilin Venerable seen in her? Couldn't she just change?

But even that wasn't the scariest part.

The worst part was that a fragment of the Qilin's Wedge was now on her person!

It was like carrying a nuclear bomb in her pocket, leaving her terrified out of her wits.

And the worst thing was that this "nuclear bomb" kept disappearing randomly, only to reappear in her consciousness.

It was the kind of thing straight out of a ghost story.

"Who's holding the Ancient God's Blood now?"

Moon Princess asked calmly.

She was itching to charge forward and pick a fight.

"The previous contenders for the Ancient God's Blood included the head of Ying Province's Orochi Shrine, the vice president of North America's Arcane Society, and a Pharaoh in Egypt. They're all dead now. Currently, it's been taken by Deacon Wang of the Judgement Court, and he's held onto it the longest so far,"

Miss Lan replied, idly toying with a Copper Coin. "That's because he has Ji Han and Ji Ye from Omega protecting him. Those two are both descendants of the Ji Family, and their combat skills are formidable."

"Got it."

Moon Princess stared out at the yellow sands outside, her ears faintly picking up the sound of a massive rumble.

Just then, the roaring thrum of helicopter blades came from overhead.

"Forget about Third Master. Head straight after Deacon Wang,"

Old Master Si said grimly, pronouncing each word with precision, "Tonight, we shall bury him."

The elderly man, with hair as white as frost, was withered and frail, like rotting wood on the verge of collapse. But even seated as he was, he emanated a cold, fearsome aura. His eyes were as chilling as death itself.

"Uncle,"

Si Wei'an's gaze bore down below, his eyes locked onto the petite figure in the Jeep. A sinister grin spread wider and wider across his face as he snarled, "Moon Princess—she's still alive! She's not dead! Back in the underground ruins, she thwarted me once. The fragments of the Qilin's Wedge must be on her! Uncle, let me go kill her!"

Pale Ghost Fire suddenly ignited on his forehead, illuminating his twisted expression.

Old Master Si's face turned cold as he barked, "Insolence!"

Si Wei'an's expression contorted violently.

"I know you're always cautious, aware of the dangers of harboring treasure, even pretending to be mad to protect yourself. But there's no need to fear. With me by your side, who can touch you? Besides, Lord Youming has made it clear—when the time comes to use the fragments of the Qilin's Wedge, you can hand it over temporarily."

Old Master Si tapped his cane and continued, "That thing will still be yours!"