But now, she couldn't do it.

Perhaps it was because this young man's potential could truly become an unprecedented pillar of the human world.

Or perhaps he could sway the Supreme beings' game in the apocalypse of the future.

Or maybe it was his outstanding contribution to the human world that sparked her love for talent.

Alright, none of this matters.

Taihua felt she might have grown old, becoming merciful.

"If you die, at any cost, I will have the Vermilion Bird Clan accompany you to the grave."

She softly said, "Including The Order of the Hidden."

The wind and snow howled outside the window, the chill seeping through the cabin windows, yet unable to approach the young man at all.

Taihua softly hummed an old rural folk song.

It was from the chaotic war period many years ago. She used to sing it to her eldest daughter to sleep. Before every battle, she would come back to see her child, fearing she might fall and never have the chance again, so she cherished the moment.

Unconsciously, three hundred years had passed in a flash, and she had long killed her eldest daughter with her own hands.

After that, she never sang the song again.

Except for tonight.

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Amidst the rolling thunder, a drop of rain fell on the collapsed front hood of the car.

When Gu Jianlin opened his eyes again, dense raindrops spread across the dry asphalt on the highway, the earthy smell mingling with the damp wind, and the willow trees on both sides of the road swayed in the wind.

Before him was burning flame, a never-ending storm roared in, lightning and thunder.

He was in the passenger seat, blood covered his head, before him was a collapsed car front.

The massive truck was engulfed in flames, the driver's cabin already crushed was empty, only traces of burning remained, the leather seat was charred and riddled with holes, as if some monster had been seated there before.

He was back.

This time, he was truly back.

This was Gu Jianlin's deepest nightmare, his first encounter with the Transcendent, that seventeen-year-old boy barged into the world of the Ancient God Clan and Ascenders, henceforth wielding blade and sword.

Just for some reason, on this highway, he had lost all power, like a frail ordinary person, no longer feeling any strength within himself, including the loss of his Mythical Weapon.

This was evidently the authority of the Vermilion Bird Clan, turning him into the helpless boy in the accident.

Even so, he still unbuckled his seatbelt, kicked the collapsed car door with all his might.

With a bang, it didn't budge.

Gritting his teeth, he raised his foot and kicked again, like a madman.

Finally, the car door was kicked open, he emerged from the car, with a head spilling blood, breathing heavily.

Bathing in the storm, he looked around.

No Ghost Car Ancestor, and Old Gu was nowhere in sight.

The highway stretched endlessly into the fog, he seemed trapped here.

Vaguely, a massive shadow appeared in the sky, covering the heavens and earth.

An aged voice, laced with spiteful joy, chuckled hoarsely: "No matter who bets on you, today you are destined to die. This is the authority of the Vermilion Bird Venerate, reincarnation! After countless nirvanas, the great Supreme has been reborn, and you will be buried here, devoured by Him."

This was Xu Fu's voice.

In an instant, his voice turned anxious: "The Vermilion Bird Venerate used me as a medium to leave the authority, aiming to erase a pillar of the human world! You're just a mere Fourth Rank, it shouldn't be yours, why is it like this? There must be some great secret on you."

This legendary alchemist seemed to have a split personality.

One half controlled by the Ancient Supreme, bizarre and spiteful.

The other half cared for humanity, anxious and helpless.

Gu Jianlin smiled relievedly.

Originally thought he'd face this curse at forty.

Unexpectedly, destiny brought him here early.

Since becoming an Ascender, everything he did was to enhance his power, for the day he'd return to this highway, cutting off this damned fate along with the Vermilion Bird Clan behind it.

If the Ghost Car Ancestor came, he'd kill the Ghost Car Ancestor.

If the Vermilion Bird Venerate came, he'd kill the Vermilion Bird Venerate.

If the gods stand in his way, he'll slay the gods; if the Buddhists do, he'll slay the Buddhists.

In Gu Jianlin's world, there is only that little bit, not allowing others to trespass.

But it turned out fate played a colossal joke, when he arrived here, he was still the weak boy, without the slightest power, not even a single weapon.

He held his forehead, suddenly forgetting many things.

Forgot what powers he once wielded, and even forgot his Inheritance Path.

Since entering the Extraordinary World, all memories dissipated.

Xu Fu's spiteful and hoarse voice sneered: "In the world of reincarnation and nirvana, naturally you'll be turned to the weakest state, you won't remember anything, all you possess is despair and fear."

He paused, then shifted to an urgent tone, saying: "Don't forget, quickly recall! If you truly fail to remember, then it's all over! What to do, no flaws, impeccable, how to make you remember? Right, you're not alone here! There's someone who can save you! Hold on, wait for me!"

Gu Jianlin didn't know what this old man was talking about, even forgetting who he was.