The Ancient Gods' Whisper

Chapter 1178 - 548: Happy Birthday (Part 3)

Until someone supported his shoulder."Go ahead."

Su Youzhu's platinum short hair fluttered in the wind: "Say a proper goodbye to her."

The girl's eyes were no longer cold, hiding infinite tenderness and affection.

Tang Ling supported the other half of his body, softly saying: "She's been waiting for you for a long time."

As adapters of the Third Law, Moon Princess and Thunder are among the few lives capable of resisting Treeification Disease, although their current rank is insufficient to support them coming here. The girls' spirituality has long since dried up, their souls nearly shattered, with blood flowing from their seven orifices.

Yet they still cleaned off the blood on their faces, showing him their best side.

Gu Jianlin lifted his head, seeing the wreckage of the aircraft.

And saw the woman walking out from the wreckage.

Shi Jing, his mother.

Once, in this pitiable woman's eyes, her husband no longer loved her, and even dying in a car accident didn't bring much sorrow, because in her understanding, she still had a son.

A world with her son still had the presence of love.

Later, her son disappeared too, vanishing without a trace from her world.

Order World had once had the best magician cast hypnosis on her, trying to erase the memory of her son, yet couldn't fully erase the shadow of that boy.

No one knew why this woman's memory was so stubborn.

Able to resist transcendent power with mere mortal flesh.

Now everyone understood.

She was a woman who had birthed a Supreme, after all.

This was the miracle of life.

Now she remembered everything; the truth about her husband and son pierced her heart like a cruel blade. Overnight, her hair turned white, like a flower on the brink of wilting.

In the burning flames, this woman had never been so beautiful, stepping on the desolate land, her skirt fluttering in the wind, so sacred and distant, as if stepping down from heaven into the human world.

"I'm sorry."

Gu Jianlin apologized and walked up to embrace her.

"I made you worry, Mom."

The woman's white hair flowed like water in the wind, gently embracing her child.

No blame, no pain.

She simply touched the boy's hair: "You've worked hard."

Gu Jianlin shook his head, saying nothing.

"Child, have you learned to say goodbye?"

The woman softly asked.

Gu Jianlin felt her life slipping away and murmured a response.

This is the price of birthing a Supreme.

Her life had long been a candle in the wind, sustained only by the memory of her son. When she finally remembered everything, it was time to say goodbye.

"That's good."

The woman seemed to know what he was thinking, softly said: "I don't blame your father, nor would I blame you. Your birth is not a paradox, not an error. Because you were born from me, you are my hope for life. Being able to bring you into this world is a very proud thing for me."

Gu Jianlin heard faintly, from eighteen years ago, the anguished cries from the hospital bed.

Seemingly able to empathize with the woman's pain.

Until a baby's cry brought him back to reality.

"Happy Birthday, my child."

The woman gently kissed his forehead: "Mom loves you."

A vague breeze came, and the woman in Gu Jianlin's arms disappeared.

The flowing wind, the lingering warmth in his embrace, the warm touch on his forehead.

All were her.

Candle Dragon Venerable looked down from above, his eerie vertical pupils reflecting the boy's face.

This time, Gu Jianlin did not cry.

He only whispered to himself: "Happy Birthday."

The primordial power in his body was so docile. When he lifted his head again, his pupils reflected the majestic Golden Ancient Tree and the lotus flowers blooming everywhere.

Zhu Zhao's power in his body was so docile.

The most primitive violent power of the universe seemed to be calmed by some force.

This was Gu Jianlin's first gift as he grew up.

A gift from his mother.

"Father God?"

Candle Dragon Venerable gazed at him, softly said.

"I am Qilin."

Gu Jianlin softly said: "Of course you can also call me... Candle Light God."

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On the desolate, silent Ice Sea, the black-haired girl's eyes revealed a touch of solemnity and anger, facing the incoming Flame Sword, and uttered a dragon roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The Candle Dragon, piercing the world, opened its vertical pupils, about to roar and destroy the world.

Yet at this moment, the girl's eyes flashed with confusion and fear.

Also with despair and helplessness.

The scene of the world's collapse reflected in her eyes, billions of people swallowed by the chaotic stream of time and space, the ancient priest shattering inch by inch like a cracked porcelain doll.

The burning Iron Sword fell, the fire illuminating her face.

She seemed to become the lonely and helpless girl again, falling into endless reincarnation.

With a click.

The roaring stopped abruptly.

The world stopped breaking apart.

The Candle Dragon piercing the world collapsed inch by inch, the dragon roar drowned in the void.

A sinister knife pierced her heart.

The black-haired girl didn't feel pain, only felt overwhelming darkness descending, like clouds engulfing her, yet sunlight poured through the clouds.

Like reaching heaven in the darkest place.

Countless cycles of reincarnation finally broken, this time the desperate girl didn't destroy the world because someone gently embraced her, giving her scorching love and hate.

"You won."

She softly said: "You surpassed the destiny of my clan."

A tear faintly fell on her face.

Because a tear fell from the corner of Gu Jianlin's eye.

"Why are you crying?"

The black-haired girl weakly pushed against his chest, hot blood spilling from her lips: "Now you are the greatest life in the universe, you conquered fate, and you conquered me."

Gu Jianlin didn't know how to respond, holding her in silence.

Sorrow lingered, the soul seemed released.

"I'm not the Skylark."

The black-haired girl scoffed: "Even if I were, it wouldn't be worth your sadness."

The Ice Sea collapsed, ancient statues crumbled, the world seemed to dissolve in the wind.

Gu Jianlin held the girl in his arms, having lost so much in his life, he didn't know whether he loved or hated, he learned to say goodbye, but still felt sadness.

"Yes, the initial meeting was wrong, nothing but mistakes."

The silent heart slightly trembled, unexpectedly he blurted out softly: "If I had been born then, I wouldn't have let you be alone."

He thought the words would be mocked again, yet the girl just raised her head and looked at him.

Suddenly a breeze came, lifting his hair at the edge of the world.

Threads of morning light pierced the mist, illuminating the shattered Ice Sea.

The girl gently raised her hand, touching his face.

"Sorry, shouldn't have done that to you."

The storm lashed Gu Jianlin's mind, he was engulfed by unforeseen palpitations.

Because the girl in front of him seemed no longer the strongest Supreme.

But that woman he was most familiar with... Skylark.

"Happy Birthday, little one."

She softly said: "It would have been nice to meet you earlier."

The girl closed her eyes, seemingly returning to that surging snowstorm.

But this time, a boy was always holding her hand.

Leading her, walking towards the end of the world.