The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 936 - 439: Thunder, It’s Time to Go Home

On the streets near Tokyo Bay, Tang Ling parked an Aston Martin in front of a drugstore. Hearing sharp static through her earpiece and seeing a "no signal" notice on her phone screen gave her an ominous feeling.

Since returning from the Ancient God Realm, she spent a month recuperating then most of her remaining time plotting her revenge. As a designated heir by the President, she would never accept this betrayal carried out under the guise of reform, even if one of the instigators was her teacher.

So even if Gu Jianlin chose not to retaliate against the Order World, she would ignite the flames first.

She was always a rebel at heart.

The screeching of sirens pierced the air, accompanied by massive explosions and the sound of car crashes throughout the district.

The entire city was in a state of panic and disarray, pale ghostly figures prowling the streets, appearing and disappearing mysteriously.

"I can feel a kindred aura."

The rearview mirror reflected a charming face with red hair, and a soft, enticing voice warned, "Be careful."

Tang Ling nodded; in a sense, she and these wandering figures on the street were kindred spirits, all members of the same Ancient God Clan, a familiar yet dangerous feeling she could not mistake.

The Bai Ze Clan differed from the Candle Dragon Clan and the Qilin Clan.

They seemed to understand human nature but remained unswayed by emotion—calm and efficient.

A consciousness avatar of Bai Ze Venerable slumbered at Lishan, with both the Primordial and Ancestor subjugated to it.

According to the President, this subjugation was due to the unique authority of the Bai Ze Clan.

The Supreme wielded absolute control over its Primordial.

The only exception was Tang Ling, as her Ancient God Gene was indeed from the Bai Ze Clan, but was autonomously developed and thus not subject to ancestral dominance.

On her wrist was a silver bracelet.

It was Gu Jianlin’s Lock of Nonexistence, specially designed to ensure her safety.

According to Ying Changsheng, most of the Nightwatch Department members would also be returning through Tokyo, an area plagued with Orochi Society spies, particularly with the unexpected arrival of the Bai Ze Clan.

Their situation could be quite perilous.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of chains dragging on the road.

She instinctively turned off the engine, minimizing her presence.

The rearview mirror showed an eerie silhouette and the sound of tinkling bells.

White-robed figures dragged chains along the long street, swinging ancient bronze bells in their hands, while a large group of lost souls, shackled by chains, followed like lifeless puppets.

Tang Ling held her breath, staring at the bizarre scene. Her judgment told her all the enslaved were Ascenders, mostly returned from the Ancient God Realm, many even familiar faces.

At first, she thought the Bai Ze Clan was rampantly massacring in the human world, but it seemed that might not be the case.

Utilizing the foreknowledge ability of the Bai Ze Clan, Tang Ling sensed these people were likely deemed non-threatening yet talented, thus temporarily enslaved and taken back to the Order World.

The fog enveloped Tokyo Bay, vaguely revealing a luxurious yacht, appearing and disappearing.

The white-robed figures led these refugee-like Ascenders into the mist, the enormous procession stretching along the entire street. Some were prominent figures on the dark web, while others were unawakened children. There were also members of the Ether Association and You Ying Group, carrying standard weapons.

At that moment, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened.

Because she saw a familiar figure among the crowd!

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Mu Feng bowed his head, raising his eyes subtly to gaze at the ghostly white-robed figures emerging from the mist.

"Shh, don’t move."

He raised his hands, bound in chains, and gestured, "Keep using the Breathing Technique to restore your spirituality. We have no supplies or reinforcements and are currently no match for these people. As long as they don’t aim to kill, don’t act rashly. I know you’re scared, but you’re elites, you must stay calm."

Lu Qingqing inhaled deeply, keeping her head down, too afraid to look up.

Lord Meng and Nightmare were also in the group; as experts in deduction and divination within the team, their faces were lined with blood, signs of bleeding from seven orifices, due to reckless divination of the white-robed men’s origins, suffering severe mental trauma, temporarily incapacitated.

If not for Dawn treating them, they might have already died.

However, this Fifth Rank Priest barely fared any better, seemingly drained beyond measure.

"Don’t worry Xiangsi, we will survive."

Cheng Youyu gestured from the rear of the group, "We definitely will."

Nie Xiangsi bit her lip, nodding slightly.

None dared to make a sound, fearful of being discovered with their consciousness intact.

After the Ancient God Realm battle ended, they fled from the Qilin Immortal Palace, later appearing in Tokyo, only to be hunted by the Orochi Society, left without escape.

After barely breaking through, the Bai Ze Clan descended.

No one resisted because they witnessed these people’s might.

Previously, a Night Watcher member attempted to resist, only to be incinerated. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Where are they taking us?"

Lin Lan feigned a dazed expression, blending into the crowd, gesturing.

"Stop asking so many questions."