Countless galaxies were destroyed because of Them, and innumerable civilizations bowed to Their will.
The Ancient Supremes followed the guidance of the Primordial, seeking redemption in the darkness.
Until one day, They descended upon Earth.
As if awakened from a nightmare, Gu Jianlin gasped for breath, overwhelmed with terror.
Old Gu murmured, "Kid, you've stumbled upon something extraordinary."
Gu Jianlin finally began to understand; the history of the Ancient God Clan was obsessively compelling. Even someone like him couldn't help but feel an endless longing and curiosity, let alone the man before him.
Though Old Gu was no longer around, mapping his personality profile felt as if he was still by his side, providing a subtle sense of comfort and dispelling loneliness.
"The number of Ancient Supremes wasn't small, but it wasn't limited to just five. Yet, the others never came into being, consumed instead by some mist-like presence. How peculiar."
Gu Jianlin panted, muttering to himself, "What was the light and darkness I initially saw? And what is this so-called Primordial? That the Ancient Supremes lacked a habitat is understandable, given that They are lifeforms born from consuming entire planets. A normal planet surely couldn't provide the energy needed for survival."
"So what's so special about Earth? Why are They fixated on it?"
He paused to ponder, "The five Ancient Supremes searching together for a habitat implies that They hadn't turned on each other yet. Instead, the infighting began only after They descended on Earth. But why?"
It seemed Earth wasn't the only civilization the Ancient God Clan had discovered.
Countless civilizations were destroyed by Them.
Gu Jianlin exhaled deeply, seated on a Divine Seat.
Suddenly, the golden light screen before him began to quiver, its light and shadow shifting.
A tide of light and shadow swept past, vanishing in an instant.
Though brief, information still flowed through.
Black Supreme sat solemnly on the throne, judging sinners kneeling in the Judgement Temple.
A colossal monster was pierced by an obsidian sword, its blood dyeing the sea crimson, its corpse sinking into the ocean depths.
The boundless sea boiled, dense with life force rising like vapor.
All People cheered, bowing to the ground.
Praising the greatness of the King.
Each fleeting scene was nothing short of overwhelming.
Gu Jianlin's heart quivered, as if grasping a truth—he knew that obsidian sword all too well. A fragment of the Qilin Wedge bore a perfect resemblance to it!
The Qilin Venerable would pierce clan members guilty of heinous crimes with the Qilin Wedge and sink them into the ocean.
As for the name of that sea, it was the Sea of Eternal Life!
So that is the origin of the Sea of Eternal Life. If this miraculous place exists in every Ancient God Realm, it proves this was a shared tradition among the Ancient Supremes.
Or rather, a hallmark of Ancient God Clan's civilization.
Of course, some absurd visions appeared as well.
A black Qilin crouched on a desolate sea, as countless massive black shadows descended from the sky. The source of thɪs content is NovᴇlFir(e).nᴇt
This Black Qilin suddenly raised its golden vertical pupil, and the entire world collapsed amidst the annihilation of countless black shadows.
Witnessing this, Gu Jianlin was seized with an uncanny sense of familiarity.
It felt disturbingly like a trap.
The Ancient Supremes feigned weakness, inciting rebellious desires within Their clan.
Only to slaughter them in turn.
Their corpses were cast into the Sea of Eternal Life, to serve as a restorative pool.
"No way. The Ancient Supremes wouldn't be so reckless, would They?"
Old Gu was aghast, "Such behavior is utterly unethical."
Gu Jianlin's gaze turned hollow, "Old Gu, do the Ancient Supremes even possess ethics?"
Old Gu was silent for a moment, "It's clear They don't adhere to such concepts."
"And for some reason, I feel like if it were the Qilin Venerable, it would absolutely make sense."
The Qilin Venerable, the most enigmatic of the Ancient Supremes, was painted in his mind as insane, brutal, and cruel.
Now, it seemed, there was even an element of dark humor.
If you wished to slay your clan, you could have done so directly.
But to act weak, provoke rebellion, and then eradicate them in retaliation—
Yet, considering the madness of the Qilin Venerable, somehow it also felt plausible.
At that moment, a thunderous crash shook the Golden Temple from outside. It was as if some colossal beast was rampaging through the city, toppling countless buildings, with smoke billowing to the skies and roars echoing like thunder.
"Damn it, Youzhu and the others are in danger."
Gu Jianlin's pupils shrank slightly; this many Corpse Ghost Ancient Divine Species would overwhelm anyone.
And even his Ancient God Transformation was barely holding on.
As if in response, the ethereal Golden Scepter radiated light again.
This time, the golden light screen transformed and coalesced, revealing a map.
The map of Balensa City!
On the map, a blood-red marker stood out—it was the altar he had seen earlier!
The altar that had been tampered with by the Kui Dragon Ancestor.
As Gu Jianlin's gaze fixed on that point, the surrounding Golden Temple warped like mist, as if traversing time and space, descending upon that very altar.
Scalding blood flowed like molten lava, streaming along the Blood River.
The stench of blood was thick and suffocating.
One couldn't deny the eerie ingenuity of Ancient God Clan's civilization. Though Gu Jianlin was within the Golden Temple, he could feel everything within the altar—its temperature, its warmth, even the cutting chill of the wind.