The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 967 - 452: The Beginning of the Slaughter

Mu Qingyou was the first to receive the alarm system’s warning from the building, as the system showed that the life signs of thirty-two people had disappeared in just ten minutes, followed by the collapse of the entire Deep Space Network.

Without hesitation, she arrived at this cold storage and found that three life signs were missing from the warehouse as well.

"So that’s it, something went wrong with the Black Cloud City’s trucks too, a large number of prisoners revolted, nearly destroying the entire convoy. I don’t know how they managed to evade His foreknowledge, but this is clearly a tactic to lure the tiger away from the mountain. I’ll return as soon as possible, you take charge of stabilizing the situation."

Ji Ye’s cold voice sounded through the headset: "Ying Changsheng’s identity is sensitive, capture him alive."

Communication interrupted.

The white-robed creatures raised their heads, their deep blue eyes suddenly lighting up in the dark, moving automatically without instructions, they would hunt down any threatening enemies.

Sizzle.

In the pitch-black cold storage, currents flickered, the lights faintly turned on.

"Secretary Hua."

Mu Qingyou said expressionlessly: "Please activate the emergency manual system and seal the entire building."

Her phone displayed a real-time communication interface.

Hua An’s voice rang from the phone, replying: "Understood, I’m heading to the eighteenth underground floor."

Mu Qingyou strode briskly, turning coldly: "Beware of Ying Changsheng."

Hua An responded with an "Mm": "Got it."

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Ying Changsheng moved through the long safety tunnel, finally pushing open the sealed iron door.

In the dark passageway, pairs of eerie deep blue eyes lit up.

These were the creatures of the Bai Ze Clan, responsible for guarding the sealed space deep underground, anyone unauthorized would be torn into fragments, then burned to ashes by the descending Heavenly Fire.

In the silence, a faint raspy breathing sound emerged, like the wind from the depths of Hell.

This was an underground temple.

The terrifying creature lay sleeping in the deepest part of the temple.

Even though Ying Changsheng had been here many times, he still felt a chill.

The elevator door’s exit was a dim divine path, the burning mermaid lamp illuminated the mottled walls, the weathered murals seemed to survive millennia, with viscous mercury flowing through the fine gaps, clearly this place was not artificially constructed, but rather an Ancient Ruins transported here, even equipped with a functioning Alchemy Matrix. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The creatures of the Bai Ze Clan did not stop him, allowing him passage through the divine path.

At the end of the divine path was a massive altar.

The massive altar stood tall like an ancient pyramid, the walls brass with hollow carvings, and the strange statues burned with candlelight, solemn like gods and Buddhas.

Before the altar stood a young girl in a white dress, with an ancient Sword Box on her back, slender and graceful.

"Good evening."

Ying Changsheng clasped his hands behind his back, said calmly: "I’m here for the routine check on the stability of the Alchemy Matrix."

Tang Yun said expressionlessly: "As you wish."

As one of the Pseudo Ancestors of the Bai Ze Clan, her task was to watch over this underground Alchemy Matrix.

Ying Changsheng’s grandfather had tasked him with daily maintenance of the matrix using alchemy technology, but no one expected the Crown Prince of the Ying Family to be rebellious, even a member of the Shadow Department.

Taking advantage of his position, Ying Changsheng could tamper within the Alchemy Matrix.

Altering part of the Alchemy Matrix to achieve the goal of deceiving everyone.

In fact, his first attempt at such actions was quite risky.

Because Tang Yun, being a Pseudo Ancestor of the Bai Ze Clan, almost discovered his minor undertakings.

What surprised him was that this Pseudo Ancestor did nothing, nor did she mention it to anyone.

"Why help me?"

Ying Changsheng squinted his long eyes, hands crossed over his chest, his right hand subtly twitching.

He knew she should be able to understand his sign language.

"I have my reasons, I’m different from those Puppets."

Tang Yun glanced at him, her red lips slightly moved: "You should act quickly, He is about to awaken. Once He truly wakes up, all your actions will be exposed and I won’t be able to cover for you anymore."

Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Ying Changsheng strode toward the steps of the altar.

Just then, the heavy iron door was pushed open again.

Hua An stood expressionlessly at the entrance, his eyes glowing gold, raising a finger.

"Shh."

Ying Changsheng’s steps froze, overwhelmed by an illusion, it seemed like he saw black crows engulfing him like a raging sea tide, his senses chaotic.

Tang Yun suddenly turned, pressing her pale hand on the Sword Box behind her.

Yet she did not draw the sword, as the white-robed creatures had surrounded her from all sides.

"Crown Prince, please lay down your weapon and surrender."

Hua An strode forward, said sternly: "The Order World now suspects you of harboring fugitives, we need to interrogate you. If met with resistance, I am authorized to take extreme measures."

Ying Changsheng squinted, realizing his potential exposure, not expecting it to be so soon, as the Sword Intent in his mind simmered, about to break free from the illusion’s grip.

"Take him."

Hua An gestured an order, the white-robed creatures moved like ghosts.