A farm that breeds gods and demons
Chapter 1154 - 863 Ancient Life Continent (Please Vote with Monthly Tickets) _2

Chapter 1154: Chapter 863 Ancient Life Continent (Please Vote with Monthly Tickets) _2

Upon hearing An Xue’s introduction, Su Yu faintly felt that the dangerous area Ma Zishan and the others deemed possible to break through the "torrent of stones" might in fact be a larger expanse of the chaotic stone flow, leading them even deeper instead of out of it in the correct direction.

As An Xue led Su Yu through the starry universe, aiming for the "Ancient Life Continent" below, on the other side of that starry universe within the cosmic expanse, stood a line of entirely golden figures towering up to ten meters tall, like giants wearing full suits of golden armor, majestic beyond measure.

Between them floated what seemed to be bones forged of gold, the undying bones of divine beings.

"Reporting to the War God Ashnan, all the Divine Bones of Prince Moriel have now been gathered here," one of the Golden Armored Giants said, bowing respectfully with hands clasped before another figure.

The one addressed as the "War God" Ashnan was a man bearing a giant black war anchor, his face full of authority, yet at that moment, his authoritative face also revealed a trace of cautiousness.

Despite his prestigious status within the Lion’s Den Palace, commanding the divine warriors there, the most revered among those present was not Ashnan but a rather frail old man, so pale that he seemed devoid of blood.

This elderly figure was remarkably thin and short, especially compared to the surrounding ten-meter-tall Golden Armored Giants. Yet his frail presence felt like a primordial beast among them; awe and reverence showed plainly on the faces of the Giants.

"Moriel... my son..." the frail old man murmured to himself, his face showing deep sorrow.

"Your Majesty, I advise patience and acceptance. Now, the most important thing is to find the culprit and avenge the Prince," the War God Ashnan said carefully, consoling from the side.

The pale old man’s expression gradually turned fierce as his eyes filled with venomous hatred, and he slowly said, "An Xue of the Loulan civilization, that little wench... she definitely cannot escape her involvement... My son’s favorite woman was her; since my son is dead, I think he would most want her to accompany him in death..."

"I’ve just sent someone to check. The ’Heart of Loulan’ planet, where the Loulan people reside, has vanished into thin air, impossible to find," Ashnan said with a touch of helpless resignation and a wry smile.

The old man said venomously, "Thinking of hiding by masking your presence? You can’t escape. It doesn’t matter who killed my son, even if the murderer is superior to the Immortal Aztecs, I will have you pay a heavy price, and I will have you give your life for my son’s—"

As he spoke, he made a gesture and the pile of his son Prince Moriel’s Golden Bones wrapped around him, and with a swish, the man vanished into the cosmic expanse. Then his voice echoed from afar, "You all return to the Lion’s Den Palace and stand by."

"Yes," Ashnan replied with respect, watching the old man disappear with the bones of the Assyrian Prince and slowly, a smile crept onto his face.

"Assyrian Prince... Moriel... That detestable creature, just as I expected, couldn’t live long enough, and now, finally, someone has done him in. We will have to choose a new successor... I just need to make a bit more effort, to enter the Totem Realm is only a matter of time, and the person most hopeful to succeed is none other than myself, Ashnan..."

Within the War God Ashnan’s heart, he contemplated quietly and, instead of feeling sorrow over the death of the Assyrian Prince, he felt excited and even grateful to the murderer who killed Ashnan.

"Where did the Lord of the Palace take Moriel’s bones? Could he have some way to find the murderer?" Ashnan wondered, while the old man, lord of the Lion Palace and Moriel’s father, arrived in front of a towering rock shaped like a giant heart with countless holes and pits, inscribed with the words "Ancestral Stone" at the base.

"Aminu of the Lion’s Den Palace? What brings you here so abruptly?" inquired a tall man with a high crown wearing four eyes with a hint of vigilance, staring at the frail old man showing a face full of sadness.

Towards humans, they have always harbored both disdain and wariness.

The master of the Lion Palace, father of the Assyrian Prince, hastened to a place where the Four-eyed Clan resided.

"My son Moriel was killed, and I need to know who the murderer is and their current whereabouts. I require the assistance of your clan’s ’Bimon Ancestor’ and ’Sky Eye Ancestor,’" the frail old man said slowly, holding the golden bones of his own son.

"Haha, Aminu, have you gone mad? What does the murder of your son have to do with us? Scram, this is not a place for you to throw a fit," the man with the tall crown couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

The frail old man Aminu was unmoved, simply stating slowy, "I can offer to your clan... a Spirit of the Planet."

His words caused the tall-crowned man to shudder, and immediately after, within one of the holes on the Ancestral Stone, a blue light lit up. Blue veins slowly emerged, and the voice of the Bimon Ancestor was heard.

"This deal is not bad, Aminu, can you truly offer a Spirit of the Planet?"

"Indeed, I, Aminu, swear by the name of Assyria," Aminu’s voice was low but filled with unwavering determination.

"Alright, place your son’s remains on the square platform," called a somewhat shrill voice from another hole. This voice belonged to the Sky Eye Ancestor. Clearly, the two Ancestors were tempted by the payment Aminu offered—a "Spirit of the Planet."

In his desperation to find the murderer and avenge his son, Aminu seemed to have become somewhat maddened. He was indeed prepared to extract the Spirit of the Planet of the world where the Assyrian civilization resided, as the price to learn the whereabouts of his son’s killer.

The Sky Eye Ancestor possessed the magical ability to see into the past; he only needed to examine the bones of the Assyrian Prince to see what had transpired and identify who had killed the Assyrian Prince. The Soul-Searching Great Method of the Bimon Ancestor was unparalleled in the world; as soon as the murderer was identified, it would be effortless to find the murderer’s current location.

Previously, Bimon Ancestor and Sky Eye Ancestor had cooperated in the same easy manner; they discovered the murderer who killed their clan’s Totem Zhen Di, which led to the earth-shattering battle between Su Yu and the Immortal Aztec. Of course, that was already nearly a year ago.

Aminu pushed the undamageable Golden Bones left by the Assyrian Prince onto the square platform, and at that very moment, a beam of light that reached for the heavens shotup, faintly assuming the shape of an "eye" as it enshrouded the Golden Bones. Gradually, unusual fluctuations began to ripple through the surrounding space, and slowly, the living likeness and figure of the Assyrian Prince rose from it, followed by a sudden collapse in space. Fragments of space crumbled, including the body of the Assyrian Prince, and one could clearly see the despair and terror on the face of the Assyrian Prince just before his death...

Aminu watched, his whole body trembling, his hands tightly clutched together.

"Found him, it’s him... huh..." The voice of the Sky Eye Ancestor carried a note of surprise. Within his spectral image, a strange figure of a Golden People appeared, wearing dragon scales and with unusually long limbs, which hung limply like a golden rubber man, looking extremely odd.

This bizarre appearance was something no one had ever seen before, and even the Sky Eye Ancestor felt a hint of astonishment.

"Hmph, that wretch was indeed present," Aminu’s face twisted with malice, his teeth gritted, as the shadow of An Xue emerged in his spectral image, indicating that An Xue had been present at the time of his son’s murder.

Bimon Ancestor laughed and said, "Leave the next part to me; I will immediately retrieve the current whereabouts of this strange Golden Person for you."

Blue veins converged and formed two gigantic hands of veins. As the hands joined together and the Soul-Searching Great Method began, it was about to pinpoint the current whereabouts of the strange Golden Person, but just as the Bimon Ancestor’s blue veined hands were about to close, his expression suddenly changed and in a voice tingled with peculiarity he exclaimed, "How is that possible?" (To be continued... For the rest of the story, please visit www.qidian.com. More Chapters are available, and support the author by reading the authorized version!)