Mythic Armament, Ancient God Blood

The cafeteria lay in ruins, shaking violently.

A wall collapsed with a deafening crash.

Boom!

One punch!

The reinforced concrete wall was smashed through in an instant. The distorted spider was crushed by a single punch, blood spraying everywhere.

Gu Jianlin shook his hand, his bones making a hair-raising crack.

Primordial, savage power surged through his body, nearly splitting him apart.

His body, soul, and even level of existence had all undergone an ascension-like evolution. The power of the taboo had been unlocked, roaring as it poured out of him.

Now that he had completed his Ancient God Transformation, highly distorted Fallen posed no threat to him.

Their levels of existence were worlds apart.

Boom!

The ground caved in. Joker was kicked into the rubble, his head pinned beneath a foot, unable to move.

After his Ancient God Transformation, Gu Jianlin could pin down this distorted monster with nothing more than a casual kick, completely suppressing him.

Gu Jianlin pressed down slightly with his right foot, and a chilling crack of breaking bones rang out.

Joker screamed in pain, blood streaming down his forehead.

Pinned hard against the wall, he couldn't see the person behind him.

He had caught only a fleeting glimpse, but that terrifying figure seemed branded into the depths of his soul.

Those burning Golden Eyes, especially—the majesty radiating from their pupils seemed ready to crush his soul!

Terror exploded within Joker. This was no seventeen-year-old boy. He was clearly a member of the Kirin Clan wielding ultimate violence, his bearing so noble and imposing that he seemed like an Ancient God!

Joker couldn't tell whether this was an Ancient God or a Divine Servant, but either way, it was far above him.

An overwhelming urge to survive surged through him. The madness etched into his genes drove him to make one final attempt to fight back.

The Soul-Pacifying Bell, suspended in midair, let out one last deafening peal.

Gu Jianlin heard a rumble like an ancient bell, but it had no effect on him at all, like a boring noise.

He raised his hand and grasped the old, pitch-black bell.

To his surprise, the Soul-Pacifying Bell began to tremble violently, as if it were alive.

Mythic Armaments were artifacts from a prehistoric age. They seemed to possess a will of their own, responding to their owners' spirituality.

And this was only its initial state of release, nowhere near its true form.

Acting on instinct alone, he infused his spirituality into the Soul-Pacifying Bell with his right hand.

Now, two kinds of spirituality resided within the bell.

One came from Gu Jianlin, the other from Joker.

When two kinds of spirituality clashed, it was only natural that the strong would survive and the weak would be wiped away!

In an instant, the Soul-Pacifying Bell fell silent, like a lifeless object.

At that moment, Joker, pinned beneath his foot, let out another shrill scream.

His spiritual imprint had been forcibly erased. The pain was like having his soul torn apart.

It was no less than torture.

He had never imagined that his own Mythic Armament could be taken from him so easily!

Squelch!

As Joker screamed, webs burst from his severely distorted body. Razor-sharp spider silk slashed at the boy, but only produced a harsh scraping sound and a shower of sparks.

Gu Jianlin didn't even dodge. With his body transformed into a Qilin's, he had nothing to fear from an attack of this level.

He pressed down harder with his right foot!

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking.

Joker cried out in pain. His skull had been crushed, and he couldn't help letting out a hysterical roar.

His remaining limbs thrashed wildly, but it was all in vain.

When hunter and prey switched places, the immense gap in their strength was enough to drive anyone to despair!

Gu Jianlin lowered his head and looked down at the dying monster beneath his foot. "Listen. I don't think my father was wrong to kill people like you. If you want revenge on me, you're welcome to try anytime. But you'll have to be able to pay the price."

His left hand suddenly blazed with golden flames as fierce as the sun.

Divine Sacrifice Fire!

Human and Ancient God spirituality burned together, just as before.

With the Ancient God Transformation boosting it, the ability seemed to have undergone a qualitative change.

Compared to before, it was like the difference between a firefly and the sun!

"How is this possible? What did Gu Ci'an leave you with? This can't be! This can't be!"

Feeling the divine might contained in the Divine Sacrifice Fire, Joker's mental defenses crumbled completely. He roared hysterically, "You actually possess this kind of power? You actually dare to touch it? You're insane! You're insane!"

Gu Jianlin couldn't be bothered to respond. He turned his hand over and pressed his palm, burning with Divine Sacrifice Fire, onto Joker's head.

The Divine Sacrifice Fire suddenly roared.

Boom!

Joker's severely distorted body burst into flames. The Divine Sacrifice Fire burned like the sun, devouring the last of his life force in an instant and returning it to nature.

Amid his despair and pain, he realized that what he had awakened was something no human could ever stand against!

Before the transcendent might of the Ancient God Race, a distortion of his level was nothing but a ridiculous, insignificant ant.

"Ancient God power... You actually possess Ancient God power."

Joker's voice was hoarse as he wailed. A look of death slowly surfaced in his bloodshot eyes, and he murmured, "Even so, that great being will come for you. They'll definitely come for you..."

Crack.

His throat was crushed beneath Gu Jianlin's foot.

"Shut up."

Gu Jianlin pressed down with his foot and said coolly, "If there's someone behind you, I'll find them as soon as I can and send them down to join you."

Joker's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. Thick, foul blood gurgled from his mouth.

Gu Jianlin crouched down and pressed both hands against his head!

Somewhere beyond sight, a shrill wail seemed to rise.

In an instant, Joker was swallowed by the blazing Divine Sacrifice Fire. His pupils dilated, as if he had died with his eyes open.

Gu Jianlin felt a chaotic, profound life force flow back into him. His Ancient God-transformed body absorbed it completely, and a slightly impure drop of golden blood coalesced near his heart.

So that was it.

He understood. This was Ancient God Blood.

No wonder he'd tried to draw some blood from himself earlier and only gotten ordinary blood.

It seemed that he needed to devour the life force of Fallen to produce it.

Good. He'd finally found a way.

Now he could mass-produce Ancient God Blood.

Gu Jianlin glanced down at the monster being consumed by the golden flames.

As his life was sacrificed, Joker's severely distorted body was actually reverting to its former state.

Gu Jianlin's gaze remained indifferent. Then, as if he had thought of something, he raised the Soul-Pacifying Bell and summoned his spirituality.

Mythic Armament: Soul-Pacifying Bell.

--Release!

The Soul-Pacifying Bell rang out once more like an ancient bell, releasing a black halo.

Terrifying sound waves spread in layer upon layer, surging outward like a tsunami.

Joker's soul shattered in an instant. The black halo dragged it away, consuming it completely.

All that remained was a broken corpse, dead with its eyes open.

"Goodbye. Say hello to my father for me when you see him."

Gu Jianlin glanced at the Soul-Pacifying Bell in his hand. His gaze seemed to pass through the bell and fall upon a shattered soul.

According to Joker, the Soul-Pacifying Bell could enslave souls.

He could use it to interrogate the soul and find out who was behind all this.

A sharp pain surged through his body. It felt as if he were on the verge of collapse.

The Black Kirin in the depths of his consciousness was also wavering.

Gu Jianlin understood. His body couldn't yet withstand the power of an Ancient God.

"The soul inside the Soul-Pacifying Bell isn't just connected to Joker. It also knows the secret of my Ancient God Transformation. I can't hand it over to anyone else. I need to take the Non-Existent Lock and use its concealment effect to hide it..."

While the power within him still lingered, Gu Jianlin leaped down through the hole blasted in the second floor.

With Joker dead, the Non-Existent Lock's barrier was on the verge of collapse.

Gu Jianlin raised his hand, grabbed a silvery-white chain, and forcibly infused it with his spirituality.

Boom!

The spirituality remaining in the Non-Existent Lock dissipated completely. It transformed into a silvery-white bracelet and coiled around him.

At that very moment, Gu Jianlin felt that his power had burned out. A sound like a collapse rang through his mind. All the Qilin's features were fading away, and pain tore through his body.

He fell to his knees, every cell in his body seeming to scream. His spirituality had run completely dry, and his head throbbed as if it were splitting apart.

Deep within his consciousness.

The Black Kirin collapsed with a crash and sank into slumber.

The boy in white priestly robes awakened once more, taking control.

"My time as a Qilin was so short. At this rate, I'll turn into a one-hit wonder..."

Though he was in so much pain that he nearly passed out, Gu Jianlin still raised his trembling hands and fastened the Non-Existent Lock to the Soul-Pacifying Bell, then looped them around his wrist like a bracelet.

The presence of the two Mythic Armaments gradually faded away.

After an unknown amount of time, the cafeteria doors were pushed open once again. A helicopter hovered outside.

In the cabin, a white-haired girl stood in the shadows, silent.

Deacon Nie and his subordinates stood at the cafeteria entrance, their expressions grave.

Besides them, a tall, broad-shouldered man stood beside the ambulance with his arms crossed, as still as a statue.

He wore a white suit. His face was cold, and he had an imposing air.

Yan Wu, the next director of the Feng City district and the head of the Yan Family.

"Is Joker dead?"

He asked in a low voice, "What about the two Mythic Armaments? If anything's gone wrong, the two of you will retrieve them."

The man looked toward his two sons.

Yan Ye also wore a white suit. His hair was neatly combed back, and he looked to be in his early twenties, with a cold demeanor.

Yan Feng looked much like him. He wore loose, casual clothes and had a languid expression.

"If anything's gone wrong, there's no need for the higher-ups to get involved."

He smiled. "The two of us can handle it. Besides, I want to get even for the time Joker ambushed me."

The investigators had arrived late. They were there to provide rescue.

"Don't worry. Go on in."

Lu Zijin yawned lazily. "With me here, everything will be fine."

The medical team carried stretchers into the cafeteria one after another. Seeing the investigators lying unconscious across the floor, they began treating them.

"Life signs detected."

"No danger to life."

"Requesting injection of Life Essence."

A woman in a white coat brought up the rear, her hands in her pockets.

She had a naturally alluring face, accented by a glamorous, seductive makeup look. Her long, cascading waves were dyed light brown.

Even her white coat couldn't hide her curvy figure. Beneath her black skirt, she had a pair of long, shapely legs, and she wore glossy black high heels.

"Doctor Lin, sorry for the trouble."

Deacon Nie spoke in a low voice.

Lin Wanqiu smiled sweetly. "Don't worry. This is what we Priest Path specialists are good at."

Just then, a member of the Tribunal found the cafeteria light switch and turned it on.

With a click, the white lights came on, illuminating the hall.

At that moment, everyone fell silent.

The hall was filled with unconscious members of the operations team. Only one person remained awake.

A blood-soaked boy sat on the only intact chair amid the ruins.

At his feet lay a corpse.

"No offense, but your operations team really isn't very good."

Gu Jianlin nudged the corpse with his foot, rolling it over to reveal a face frozen in terror.

"Sorry. The bait has completed the assessment."

Fengcheng No. 2 High School had descended into chaos after a gas explosion.

Ambulances flashed their lights across the campus.

The police had arrived, too.

She gazed out through the library's glass windows at the night. The whole school was in chaos.

Su Youzhu kept her head bowed, staring at her phone. She had sent countless messages, but none had received a reply.

"Don't worry. Your brother's fine. He was just hurt a little while fighting the criminals."

Lu Zicheng sat across from her, smiling as he said, "You know your brother's father was a profiler and made enemies of many people in the underworld. Now they've come for revenge. After today, you won't have to worry anymore. The culprit's already been caught."

Su Youzhu tightened her delicate hands around her phone. She raised her clear eyes and asked in a cool voice,

"Where was he hurt? Is it serious? I'm going to the hospital to see him right now."

Lu Zicheng cleared his throat and smiled. "Don't rush. Sit down and have some tea first. I still need to take your statement, and I'll take you there afterward. Besides, if you ask for leave, your homeroom teacher might not approve it, right?"

He held out a steaming cup of tea.

Su Youzhu sat back down and took a sip. "You're taking my statement here?"

Seeing her drink the Mind-Beguiling Tea, Lu Zicheng breathed a sigh of relief.

A female secretary walked over, a mysterious glint in her eyes. "Your brother's fine. He wasn't hurt at all. He just skipped class as usual to investigate the cause of his father's death. Before he left, he asked your new homeroom teacher to take good care of you and made you some brown sugar water."

Su Youzhu looked into her eyes. The clear brightness in her gaze gradually gave way to confusion.

"You're very sleepy now. Go home and get some sleep."

The female secretary smiled.

But just then, the dean of discipline strode in and roared,

"Su Youzhu, you deadweight dragging down the class average! What are you doing here? Why aren't you at evening study? Do you not want your credits? Are you not taking the college entrance exam? You're the one dragging down your class average, aren't you? What do you think you'll do when you grow up? Become a factory girl? Or work in a bar?"

Su Youzhu pressed her lips together and gave a soft, "Oh."

Bang!

Lu Zicheng impatiently slapped the table and said coldly, "Teachers are supposed to educate students properly, not wave their authority around like a badge. You're just some lousy dean of discipline. What makes you think you're so important?"

The female secretary raised her eyes, the strange light in them swirling.

The dean of discipline was shouted down and turned pale with fright.

Su Youzhu turned her head suspiciously.

"Your brother did a great service. His profiling helped crack the case, and he caught the culprit himself."

The female secretary smiled. "Little Gu asked us to take good care of you."

Lu Zicheng gave her a business card and smiled. "If anyone at school picks on you, tell me. I'll beat them up."