The white light shone on the hospital operating table. Yuuki Yocchi removed her mask and wiped the sweat from her cheek, letting out a sigh of relief: "Miss Yue Ji is currently out of danger, at least this avatar should be saved. I used the Holy Light Skill to stabilize her mind and soul, and it can even affect the original body across hundreds of kilometers."

On the hospital bed, Su Youzhu lay unconscious, mumbling feverishly as if caught in a high fever.

After an hour of treatment, the Vermilion Fire markings on her chest finally stopped spreading, and the curse was temporarily suppressed.

Jiang Mingyan nodded slightly; she certainly trusted this Priest very much, after all, they were battle companions for many years.

But not everyone thought that way.

"I always feel like I’ve seen this scene before."

Da He Wang, holding a sniper rifle, complained at the doorway.

Jiang Ze had a strange expression but said nothing.

Because throughout the surgery, a knife was held against Yuuki Yocchi’s neck.

Gu Jianlin finally sheathed his knife and looked apologetic: "Sorry, Miss Yuuki, I wasn’t targeting you."

After the battle of the Divine Ruins, he had been very wary of the Dark World.

No, it was more accurate to say he was wary of the Red King.

Who knew what that guy might pull off suddenly, so he had to be on guard for everything.

That suffocating atmosphere was finally broken, and the Dusk members let out a sigh of relief. They were the unruly madmen in the Extraordinary World, but this time they faced a genuine Ancient Supreme, even though this Lord looked like a seventeen-year-old boy.

Especially since this Supreme had recently torn apart an Ancient Ancestor in the skies above the Central Spirit Core Institute.

"It’s alright, I was mentally prepared for this."

Yuuki Yocchi showed an awkward but polite smile: "When I was studying in Northern Europe, my teacher told me that something like this might happen, especially with the people from your lineage."

Holding a knife to a doctor’s neck to make them perform surgery was a traditional skill of the Orderly Lineage.

It’s probably similar to the technique of fishing in a wheelchair.

Since Gu Jianlin was promoted to the Holy Land, this instinct had naturally awakened as if it was hidden in his blood.

The main thing was, he didn’t feel embarrassed at all, perhaps the thick-skinned trait of his lineage had also awakened, and he skillfully shifted the topic: "Did the Red King foresee this happening long ago?"

He looked at the girl on the hospital bed, thinking it was fortunate he arrived in time.

"Jiang Yanli said, to defeat the Vermilion Bird Clan, Youzhu is the key."

Jiang Mingyan glanced at him: "Your mother is also the key."

Gu Jianlin turned to look out the window, the distant night sky appeared deep and silent, yet in the dark world, he seemed to sense the violent turbulence of dimensions, as if he could see the godly battle of life and death, the scorching blood splattering across the sky, the roars and howls echoing faintly in his ears, and a fleeting illusion of a bloody smell.

He could even see the cracking sky and the towering Golden Tree falling from beyond the heavens.

It was so intense, almost setting the world on fire.

That was the Candle Light Divine Tree, plundered by the Vermilion Bird Venerate from the depths of the Qilin Immortal Palace.

The teacher borrowed the Qilin Wedge to stop It.

"Clearly, Youzhu forgot something."

Jiang Mingyan said expressionlessly: "Her memory was affected, influenced by Qiongqi."

Yuuki Yocchi frowned and said: "Indeed, Miss Yue Ji’s brain nerves show no signs of trauma, so amnesia is unlikely. She doesn’t remember it because a potent force has erased that reality. In other words, she hasn’t forgotten, but the event itself never existed."

The best way to conceal the truth is to make the witness lose memory.

And in the world of the Ancient God Clan, the most sophisticated method is to make the event non-existent.

"But why is it Qiongqi’s authority?"

Da He Wang was full of curiosity: "Could it be that the Qiongqi Clan and the Vermilion Bird Clan have joined forces?"

Jiang Ze shook his head: "The Qiongqi Clan hasn’t appeared in so many years, I think something must have happened."

Gu Jianlin was silent for a moment, then murmured: "The supplement for the Candle Light Divine Tree requires a Supreme of the Third Power as a sacrifice, Qiongqi Venerable unfortunately became that sacrifice. To put it vividly, the Candle Light Divine Tree has taken root in Qiongqi’s corpse, continuously devouring its power."

"Now that the Vermilion Bird Venerate is devouring the Primordial, it’s not surprising they can use this power."

He said softly: "The question is what Youzhu saw at that time."

Including his mother.

If Su Youzhu was to be silenced for what she saw on the overpass, then what was the reason his mother had to die? There were far too many mysteries with the Vermilion Bird Clan.

Without the protection of Taihua and Qing Chi, they might have died long ago.

"If we can solve this mystery, the truth about the so-called curse will be revealed as well."

Jiang Mingyan crossed her arms and solemnly said: "This not only determines personal life and death but also the direction of this war. Even the King of Qing cannot defeat a real Ancient Supreme."

Indeed, humans cannot defeat gods, unless there is an overwhelming advantage.

After all, the Ancient God Clan is immortal, they can outlast you.

Time is pressing.

Gu Jianlin lowered his head, flipping through the old diary, shaking his head frequently.