The secrets known are, naturally, more abundant.
Gu Jianlin thought so indeed.
Earlier in the Soul Skywell, that Minister Zhou had merely mentioned the Red King.
And was immediately struck dead by the descending Thunder from the heavens.
Not a trace of his body remained.
Though the Ether Association had taboos, the Dark World paid them no heed.
The Red King was their faith.
"The Golden King and the Silver King both emerged only after that cataclysm. In terms of their power and historical contributions, they fall short compared to the Red King and the King of Qing. These two figures might be considered the culmination of tens of thousands of years of human history, and legends even say they could communicate as equals with the Ancient Supremes."
Tang Ling's gaze was deep as she spoke: "It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that, across the entire Human World, only those two truly deciphered the wisdom and mysteries left behind by their predecessors, stood on the shoulders of giants, and reached the pinnacle. They are the only ones in history to have left the Human World and entered the dimension belonging to the Ancient God Clan."
Gu Jianlin was startled: "Doesn't the Ancient God Realm count as a dimension separate from the Human World?"
Tang Ling shook her head: "It doesn't, because the Ancient God Realm has already partially merged with the real world. What I refer to as the dimension of the Ancient God Clan is the world that truly belongs to Them."
Gu Jianlin thought to himself, so that's how it is.
The Red King's actions were indeed insane.
To the point where he grew increasingly curious about what his teacher had done back then.
As this play reached its finale, the actors had already withdrawn.
Only a crumbling world remained, countless black holes erupting in explosions, as if the stars in the sky were tumbling down.
The world swayed precariously, as if on the brink of apocalypse.
Only one rebellious voice echoed through heaven and earth, eternal and unyielding:
"No hatred for the ancients who failed to see me; only hatred for the ancients who failed to witness my arrogance..."
Applause surged again, resonating like waves unending.
Almost everyone stood up, offering their highest respect to the first king in the Dark World.
Tang Ling also stood, clapping in a feigned manner.
At that moment, Gu Jianlin suddenly noticed two figures in a hidden corner, who had arrived unnoticed.
Under the dim light, Jing Ci stood in the darkness, like a ghost that shouldn't exist.
Huai Yin sat in a wheelchair, listening to the defiant sighs, his weathered face betraying neither sorrow nor joy.
He looked like an elderly monk seated silently in a temple.
His stillness was like an untroubled ancient well, yet carrying an immense solitude.
In the next instant, as though they were an illusion.
Both figures vanished.
Gu Jianlin was taken aback.
The unpredictable master and apprentice had actually appeared here.
Which only confirmed the authenticity of this drama—it was reenacting true history.
This play concluded here, roughly recounting how the Red King, who was supposed to be a Guardian of the Human World, betrayed the Catastrophes' mission, let down his mentor and master, and even resorted to massacring Ether Association's upper echelon to join the Dark World, where he rallied countless believers and attempted to sever the Inheritance Path.
The King of Qing, as his senior brother, upheld a completely opposing philosophy and stood against him until their fatal confrontation. Once allies who had been the Human World's strongest pillars, they turned against each other, unleashing chaos upon the heavens and earth.
The Ether Association, which had nurtured these two Catastrophes, naturally suffered the greatest loss.
Their grudges and affections, too, were buried in the rivers of time.
Yet the impact of these two figures has not disappeared to this day.
As to why these two Catastrophes suddenly escalated into madness, it remains an unresolved mystery.
With the drama ended, the holographic projection screen dimmed.
Once more, lights descended from the dome.
The beautiful hostess reappeared, signaling the official start of the auction.
But amidst the crowd, Gu Jianlin couldn't help but feel a hint of doubt.
Just earlier, the hostess had mentioned that this stage play named "Ancient Catastrophe" was prepared for someone.
Who could this someone be?
"Teacher or senior brother?"
He muttered softly: "Strange indeed."
Tang Ling glanced at him: "What's the matter?"
Gu Jianlin shook his head, indicating nothing.
Suddenly, someone stood behind him and lightly tapped the back of his chair.
Gu Jianlin quietly turned his head and saw a girl shrouded in black curtains by bodyguards. Through thin veils, she stared directly at him.
The next moment, he slightly raised his hand, stopping a red-haired girl who was already poised for action.
"You're the one Sister Moon Princess fancies, aren't you?"
A crisp yet aloof voice directly echoed in his mind.
Miss Lan's gaze toward him carried an icy coldness.
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