The Golden Temple quivered violently.

Accompanied by the deafening kneel of countless sculptures, it seemed on the verge of collapse!

Gu Jianlin lifted his fierce golden eyes. A golden Divine Fire ignited on his forehead as his entire body burned with blazing golden flames, like a colossal god returning from ancient times, exuding an overwhelming divine aura.

A fleeting silhouette of unparalleled beauty flashed by. The blood-red mask was so commanding and arrogant, with a glimmer of eerie light streaking fleetingly through the eyes, and just a glance made one feel as if they had fallen into the Netherworld.

In the history of war between humans and the Ancient God Clan, at least before the creation of the Heavenly Person's Wedge, the Ancient Supremes were invincible entities. Even the Primordials struggled to overcome them, matching at best the ancestor-level. During that uninitiated era, merely guarding the juncture between the two worlds was already an arduous task.

It was only due to the infighting among the Supremes that they managed to survive in the crevices.

Only the sages in human history possessed the power to defeat the Primordials.

Later, the activation of the Heavenly Person Realm began to turn the tide of battle.

And after the arrival of the Catastrophe Era, with the evolvers stepping onto the historical stage, humanity possessed the means to resist the Ancient Supremes for the first time—without relying on external forces.

Yet even the King of Qing, the one who had advanced the furthest on the path of evolution,

could not bridge the gap in the levels of life.

More importantly, those who had encountered the Ancient Supremes in this world were a rare few.

It was naturally impossible to comprehend such terrifying disparity!

Rumble!

The killing intent was as deep as the sea.

Although his rank was still pathetically low, it was nonetheless the power of an Ancient Supreme.

Even though this power was incomplete for the moment.

Without a complete Wedge.

Unable to perform the so-called Primordial Return that even he didn't understand.

Far from proficient in controlling his own power, and insignificant compared to a true Supreme.

But, it was enough!

He hadn't even expected it himself,

that the Shadow would undergo Ancient God Transformation with him!

This moment felt all too familiar, as if Candle Dragon Sister were standing by his side.

Facing such a vast divine might for the first time, Jiang Hanyi let out a sharp screech, a mix of terror and fury, akin to a maddened beast, raising her burning right fist.

This Mythical Weapon was called the Curse of the Giant, a massive killing tool unearthed from the Vermilion Bird Divine Palace. It was said that in ancient times, a Primordial had swung their right fist toward the Supreme's Divine Seat, only to be slain on the spot, buried for thirty thousand years before being resurrected. Its essence and flesh were extracted through alchemy, creating a blood-colored ring.

When the Giant roars in fury, even the heavens would burn!

This Mythical Weapon later fell into the hands of the Jiang Family and, in the hands of this direct descendant, it had crushed countless enemies' skulls—even members of the Ether Association's Omega!

The Moon Princess was defeated by this punch back then because she had yet to develop a growth-type Mythical Weapon!

But today, that punch had lost its former dominance.

Gu Jianlin sat high on the Divine Seat, merely lifting a finger. A massive black flash instantly enveloped the entire Golden Temple, and the terrifying roar echoed like rolling thunder.

Darkness lasted only for a moment before light was swiftly restored.

The howling wind swept through as Jiang Hanyi's furious expression froze on her face—her entire right arm had vanished. The wound on her right shoulder revealed a horrifying cauterized burn, while the Curse of the Giant spun in midair, riddled with cracks.

"What... is this thing?"

The thought flashed in her mind.

A massive terror exploded within her heart as the ferocious nebula above her head suddenly erupted!

Star Fall!

Double Star Fall!

The blazing starlight fell like a torrential flood!

Four colossal golden ghost hands roared as they materialized, intertwining above the youth's head. Like demons from Hell extending their palms toward the heavens, they charged against the descending starlight with unstoppable momentum!

What kind of gigantic ghost hands were these? They seemed like the embodiment of divine palms. Despite the violent impact of the stars, they remained unyielding, roaring upward and forcibly tearing apart the boundless star cluster gathering across the sky!

Snap.

A crisp sound of fingers snapping.

Jiang Hanyi's entire body burst in blood, already cursed by the Ghost Curse Technique!

At this moment, Gu Jianlin stood up from the Divine Seat, leaping down to the woman before him and unleashing a punch!

In a sound like a great bell and brass drum, Jiang Hanyi shielded her head and took the blow head-on. The immense force shattered the bones in her arms, erupting in horrific sounds of splintering bones.

Without hesitation, she detonated the Divine Sacrificial Fire, pale Ghost Fire spreading through the air.

Draining the youth's life force.

"Did you just call me... a bastard?"

Gu Jianlin coldly watched her arm gradually recover, feeling his own life force draining away. Yet he showed no concern, lifting his right fist once more and smashing it down!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Like the pounding of heavy hammers, three punches in succession.

To her forehead, her jaw, and even her temple.

All heavily struck—her eyeballs seemed ready to pop out, her skull dented, her jawbone crushed.

As for the hands guarding her head, they were long since twisted and shattered.

"Who's the bastard now?"

Bam!

A brutal punch to the abdomen made Jiang Hanyi spew blood, the intense shock displacing her organs.

She let out a harrowing scream as a grotesque ghostly mask rose before her!

"I didn't know who bullied the Moon Princess,"

Gu Jianlin said indifferently. "But you've just outed yourself."

With a loud bang, the ghostly mask spirit roared and charged, only to be arrested by his hands!

As Gu Jianlin's hands exerted constant pressure, the ghostly mask spirit shattered inch by inch!

"What are you all waiting for?!"

Jiang Hanyi howled, "Kill him!"

The three Twilight Candidates had blood rushing to their heads. Logically speaking, any normal person witnessing this would have fled in terror, as the opponent, an evolver, had advanced to an unfathomable stage.

But they were not normal people.

They were fanatical followers of the Red King.

Their very existence was to crush the ideals of the King of Qing.

The Gun Ghost raised his sniper rifle, amassing a massive blood-red flash—a clear sign the Void Dog Cannon was charging!

Can Jian gripped his sword with both hands, continuing his sword momentum and preparing for a devastating strike!

Lastly, the Poison Scorpion, accompanied by his wolf-headed spirit, descended with a beastly roar!

"Impressive, your courage is commendable."

Gu Jianlin chose not to use the Ancient Divine Language because what he sought was an exhilarating battle. His ritual only required the final materials to ascend to the Fourth Rank!

With the sound of catastrophic crashes, the ghostly mask spirit shattered under overwhelming pressure.

Gu Jianlin took a step forward, planting his foot ruthlessly on the woman's head.

The ground beneath exploded with a ferocious crack, spiderweb fractures spreading rapidly, threatening to collapse!

Four golden ghost hands burned to near transparency, summoned back. Their palms pulsed with a dark Ghost Curse as an immense field of darkness flickered around them, resonating with waves of power!

"Die!"

The Poison Scorpion leered, his wolf-head spirit amassing unfathomable amounts of black negative energy.

A collision!

The darkness exploded, the horrifying whirlwind ravaging the Golden Temple!

In the howling storm, the Poison Scorpion's bloody, mangled body knelt on the ground, his eyes void of emotion.

Gu Jianlin gripped his neck in one hand, golden flames blazing in his palm!

Can Jian's sword energy surged like a torrent, ready to erupt!

And at that moment, the Gun Ghost completed his Void Dog Cannon's charge, releasing a brilliant blood-red shot.

For an instant, a peerlessly elegant phantom flashed by, holding an ancient dagger.

The Dimension Slash, prepared and unleashed in an instant!

With a thunderous crash accompanied by reverberations of destruction, countless fragmented lines intertwined. The Void crumbled like a fragile mirror, collapsing entirely in a deafening racket.

Both the sword energy and the cannon fire were utterly consumed!

To Can Jian and Gun Ghost, the scene was beyond terrifying!

But they had no time to react, for four colossal golden ghost hands bellowed and descended upon them.

One punch!

Even though the Gun Ghost conjured a Rectangular Domain, it could not block the assault, resulting in him being struck and sent flying!

Can Jian managed to wield his blade in defense, but the impact was overwhelming. His sturdy blade fractured, even his defensive Sword Bone shattered, his chest caving in, blood spewing violently!

The Shadow teleported before them, seizing their heads in both hands and smashing them into the ground!

Bang!

The stones splintered, skulls shattered!

At that moment, Jiang Hanyi bit down hard on a secret medicine stashed in her molars. Overflowing vitality surged through her body as she wriggled up like a feral beast, pouncing directly at the youth!

But Gu Jianlin had anticipated this, locking her throat in a counter-grip!

Boom!

The Divine Sacrificial Fire ignited!

Jiang Hanyi issued an anguished roar, raising her mangled hands to claw desperately at his wrists. She too ignited the Divine Sacrificial Fire, attempting to siphon his precious life force!

The Poison Scorpion, seeing her plight, clung onto the youth's arm, summoning pale Ghost Fire!

The Divine's internal conflict returned to its primal form—a battle to drain one another's life force!

Gu Jianlin clasped both their throats, golden Divine Fire burning silently.

Though only of the Third Rank, he faced two Fifth Ranks simultaneously.

But he was fundamentally driven by Dual Core Drive while in Ancient God Transformation.

"How is this possible?"

The two Fifth-Rank Star Lords, feeling their life force deplete at alarming speed, realized in terror that they held no advantage, even two against one—they were the ones being drained!

"Who... are you?"

A terrified voice rasped from their throats.

Crack!

Their necks snapped.

"Who am I?"

Gu Jianlin smashed the two heads together without hesitation!

"I am the Qilin Venerable!"

Bam!

Like shattered watermelons, blood splashed everywhere.

Crack.

The hearts of the Gun Ghost and Can Jian were pierced, hearing an arrogant, detached voice in their ears.

It was genderless, yet distant.

"I am the Candle Dragon Venerable."

Faced with such an absurd answer, Can Jian and Gun Ghost shut their eyes, falling into eternal darkness.

The headless corpses of the Star Lords collapsed powerlessly, devoid of life.

Gu Jianlin retracted his Shadow indifferently, raising his head to gaze at the quivering Divine Temple, feeling the surge of spirituality in his mind.

As if breaking through a certain shackle.

Ritual complete!

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