She raised her head and looked at her senior sister from the same sect: "I'll drag you down with me before I die."
With that, she stepped directly into the icy mist.
"A bunch of useless trash."
Before leaving, she didn't forget to mock them one last time.
No one dared to utter another word of sarcasm.
The Xuan Shui Divine General remained silent for a long time before sighing, "She really reminds me of the President back in the day. Are we really that old now?"
Chen Bojun shook his head with a bitter smile.
Just moments ago, they could have stopped that girl.
But a voice echoed in their minds.
The President's voice.
That's why they let her pass.
To say they were useless wasn't entirely fair either.
The higher-ups might have seemed ineffectual, subject to endless ridicule.
But in truth, it wasn't about them being useless.
It was that Qing and Chi were just too powerful.
The two strongest individuals in all of human history, even acknowledged as worthy rivals by the Ancient Supremes.
In reality, their threat level was indistinguishable from that of Supreme Level beings.
If the King of Qing and the Red King chose to engage in conflict, the entire world would become their chessboard.
Even that great entity in Lishan once said that humanity's chances of breaking free from the apocalyptic prophecy still hinged on the result of Qing and Chi's clash. Everyone else would be mere spectators.
Mu Qingyou turned around, riding her flying sword away.
Ying Changsheng pondered for a long time before descending on his flying sword, casually asking, "You two, I have a question. That great entity—why, after spending over two thousand years in the Emperor's Mausoleum, did they suddenly decide to assist humanity? And why take such a personal interest in fostering Thunder? My grandfather never shared the truth with me."
The Xuan Shui Divine General initially didn't intend to answer, but seeing the one who asked, he hesitated.
Chen Bojun, however, smiled and said, "You're about to reach the Sixth Rank anyway. I suppose there's no harm in telling you, provided you stand on our side. If you nod your head now, we'll agree immediately."
Ying Changsheng was a descendant of the Ying Family, the eldest grandson of the Golden King.
The most powerful Omega of this generation.
His background was formidable.
If they could gain his support, it would tilt the scales in the struggle between the Night Watchers and the Judgement Court.
"My mission is to protect humanity. I have no interest in factional disputes—but I can help you this once," Ying Changsheng said coldly. "Director Chen, go ahead and tell me."
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When Gu Jianlin regained consciousness, the first thing he felt was intense pain.
If not for maintaining his Ancient God Transformation at that moment, he might've been obliterated in a single strike.
The sky above was obscured by a blizzard, and his body was buried in the violently falling snow. His clothes were soaked through, his limbs completely frozen, incapable of even moving a single finger.
He had no idea how many of his ribs were broken.
The final strike from the Kui Dragon Ancestor was truly horrifying—like an apocalyptic avalanche.
The worst part was that there wasn't even a drop of spirituality left in his body.
In this state, although he wasn't technically dead, he might as well be.
The estimated temperature here was at least minus sixty degrees Celsius. If he stayed any longer, he'd soon experience heat illusions caused by complete hypothermia, followed by the collapse of his bodily functions, and ultimately, death.
No, he had to find a way to save himself.
The Breathing Technique could still help him restore his spirituality.
Although there didn't seem to be much life around, as long as he summoned his good sister again, he could escape this place.
He wasn't sure if it was just a hallucination.
Amid the wind and snow, faint footsteps echoed, and a graceful female silhouette flickered through the falling snowflakes.
Her face was alluring, almost otherworldly, with long, icy-blue hair cascading down her back. Her entire body was wrapped in snow-white furs, and she walked barefoot on the snow, like a spirit born of winter's domain—bewitching and surreal.
A thought sprang to Gu Jianlin's mind: the Charming Lady!
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