Chapter 1119: Chapter 521: The First... Qilin Venerable!
In this world, there are only four people whom the Vermilion Bird Venerate calls brothers.
The Qilin Venerable is one of them.
A familiar, enraged roar echoed through heaven and earth.
In the eyes of the Vermilion Bird Venerate, a world as deep and dark as the polar night was reflected, where the towering green Qilin was rendered into an eerie blackness; no other creature in the world possessed such ancient majesty. Half of its body was decayed and withered, covered in grotesque veins, perfectly rging life with death.
The resounding heartbeat set off an exhilarating drumbeat.
Like a battle anthem from ancient tis.
Behind Huai Yin, a golden radiance piercing heaven and earth suddenly lit up. The descending roots of the Golden Tree and the dark vines wove into a divinely ancient throne, half-real and half-illusory.
The control of the Candle Light Divine Tree was partially taken by Him!
The Qilin Wedge hovered overhead, as mbers of the Qilin Clan clad in Corpse Clothes stepped out from the dark abyss.
They chanted a bloody sacred song, crawling and prostrating!
"Is it really such a great feat to seize the Primordial?"
Huai Yin sat atop the Divine Seat, lazily propping up her chin with her hand: "Unfortunately, I can have so influence as well."
The peak of human history was bathed in flowing golden brilliance, but a black Ink Jade Mask concealed her face, with arrogantly noble eyes full of undisguised mockery and teasing.
Two hundred years have passed, and the world has almost forgotten how powerful this strongest Catastrophe used to be.
Now ti flows backward for him, as the forr strongest Catastrophe returns at its peak.
The spring wind, if it has a fondness for flowers, can grant
my youth once more!
Boom!
The black Qilin roared loudly, and faraway a divine figure, sitting regally atop a throne with almost the exact sa posture, appeared in the sky, His gaze condescending and coldly mocking.
Huai Yin rged with the towering shadow, Lord of the World!
"I see, you forcibly maintain a Supre-Level Spiritual Gene Structure so you can borrow the Qilin Wedge, leveraging the power my brother left behind to rge with yourself."
The Vermilion Bird Venerate gently clapped his hands, praising: "Undying rit, peerless in the world."
Huai Yin propped her chin with her hand, tilting her head to gaze at him, speaking indifferently: "False praise."
The Vermilion Bird Venerate’s eyes showed compassion, as if foreseeing his outco: "This is not sothing you should have done."
To the eyes of the world, what image does the King of Qing project?
Proud and arrogant, wildly unrestrained, cold and ruthless, rciless and calculating.
Such a person would never sacrifice others for himself.
"Gu Jianlin was supposed to be your tool, even if you later felt compassion, you shouldn’t act like this."
The Vermilion Bird Venerate asked word by word: "Why?"
Huai Yin closed her eyes, recalling the monts spent with that young man, smiling silently: "Perhaps as one grows old, the heart softens. Or perhaps, he really is a good child, making up for the filial duties that my brother and I failed to fulfill back then. Of course, more importantly, he’s my student. Since he’s my student, I don’t allow anyone to bully him unless... they step over my dead body."
"Now I finally understand, the feelings Master had for us brothers two hundred years ago."
She paused: "A teacher for a day, a father for life."
The Qilin Wedge trembled violently.
Huai Yin ordered like a king: "Awaken!"
From the dark abyss, an ancient Iron Coffin shattered, the skeletal remains clad in Corpse Clothes were reborn after absorbing vast amounts of dark energy, roaring at the sky like a tiger, thundering like lightning!
When He lifted His head, His eyes were filled with fierce lightning, black electric light scattered across his cheeks like stripes, His grand silhouette like a fierce tiger awakening in a blizzard.
Qilin Clan, White Tiger Ancestor!
Boom!
The black abyss tore apart suddenly, pale remains erged from the blizzard, tiger and leopard-like bodies towering as mountains, draconically majestic in front and back, wings rising from their backs as rigid as steel, gleaming gold-musical jade.
Qilin Clan, Pi Xiu Ancestor!
Finally, a strange man engulfed in pale flas, His shadow resembling a giant elephant-dog, drenched in pitch-black Hell fire, His tail dragging a demonic ghost fire, spreading like wings.
Qilin Clan, Ancestor of Huodou!
Huai Yin sat high upon the throne, the regal right hand extending out.
"As long as I live, don’t even think about bringing the Candle Light Divine Tree to Gangrenboqi. With this, you can’t initiate that ritual, mobilize the soul mass accumulated from countless Inheritance Paths, completely seize the Primordial. Instead, you might be heavily wounded by , or even... killed."
He lifted his head, speaking indifferently: "Co, Vermilion Bird, let
see your skill."
The Vermilion Bird Venerate raised his hand, almost lighting up the dark snowy plains with a spectacle akin to a hundred birds revering the phoenix.
The sound of his indifferent voice echoed in the wind and snow.
"As you wish."
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Gu Jianlin stood at the top of the pyramid, staring at the man in front of him, his eyes seemingly puzzled.
"Why kill the Primordial?"
He spoke softly, "Is it because of hate?"
The man had his back to him, clearly within reach, yet seemingly distant as if a world away: "Of course I should hate. The Third Power ca into existence as a life form created by the Primordial to complete itself. You could understand it as the unified will of the Primordial wanting to awaken, necessitating a Supre of the Third Power as the sacrifice."
"Of course, the Supre of the Third Power also has a chance to retaliate against the Primordial and replace it."
He paused, "Initially, the chosen sacrifice of the You Ying God... was ."
It was like a thunderbolt.
Gu Jianlin recalled the ancient stele he once saw in the Divine Ruins, which docunted a piece of history that took place on the Qilin Mother Star, a catastrophe caused by the delayed birth of a god.
"The light of Candle Light illuminated the sky, and only at night could one see the glow of You Ying. The great Supre had not been born, yet its blood flowed deep in the roots, creating its people. This corresponds to the problem that arose when you were born. According to my understanding, you should have already awakened by this ti."
He said softly, "But you did not."
"Because the god had not been born, the people of that planet established their own kingdom, and the Pseudo Emperor was the ruler they upheld, acting with divine authority. When the Pseudo Emperor aged, his prince returned from afar. The people, following divine instructions, built a Divine Ruins, an inverted pyramid."
Gu Jianlin continued, "The people wanted to use the prince’s enthronent as a grand ceremony, using him as the final sacrifice to mold a god... the aim was to truly awaken you!"
Hearing this, the man sneered.
"However, when the prince returned, he brought back a woman who claid that the god had died and would never revive, and that the Mother Star was about to be destroyed. The people of this nation considered her a demoness, regarding her as an ominous witch, and sought to hang her on a cross. Yet, the prince loved her deeply, relinquished his claim to the throne, stopped that terrible punishnt, and escaped with his beloved girl."
Gu Jianlin seed to realize sothing, "This act ultimately angered the god, and in rage, the black Supre revived but lost the most perfect vessel. Thus, a judgnt of Heavenly Fire descended, destroying the planet."
This is the origin of the second layer of the Qilin Immortal Palace.
And also the origin of that Divine Ruins.
The man remained silent for a long ti before speaking softly, "That history is true."
Unexpectedly, as Gu Jianlin heard the latter half of the sentence, his mind went blank.
"Sadly, the perspective is wrong, because that angry god was not
at all."
The man finally turned around, and it was hard to imagine that the appearance of this supre divinity was rely slightly delicate, while his eyes held waves of boundless sorrow: "It was... the You Ying God."
At this mont, Gu Jianlin felt a chill, and the entire story flipped over in his mind.
Indeed, the Qilin Venerable had stated that before any Ancient Supre truly awakened, they were only human.
They were children who gazed up at the stars in the dark, experiencing the joys and sorrows of life.
That angry god was not the Qilin Venerable at all!
Rather, the Qilin Mother Star was not initially prepared to nurture a Supre.
But a conspiracy.
A bizarre ceremony prepared to awaken the Primordial!
Because of this, everyone on the Qilin Mother Star was a sinner beyond redemption in its eyes!
"Every planet capable of nurturing an Ancient Supre will follow the laws of planetary operation, choosing the most suitable life form to bestow with Supre Power. You could consider it a ceremony destined from the start, where the so-called Pseudo Emperor is actually my elder brother, Qiongqi Venerable. You might wonder why only Qiongqi played such a vital role. It was because he used the Third Power to isolate my Mother Star."
The man’s voice was so calm, "Other than Qiongqi, the reflections of the Supre naturally beca diocre in my world. We were isolated and helpless... completely powerless to resist the so-called gods or fate."
Gu Jianlin could hardly imagine the despair it must have been.
Everything he experienced, at least he had Supre Power supporting him.
He had the protection of his teachers and Grandmaster.
But what did the Qilin Venerable have back then?
At that ti, he might not even have possessed the power of the Divine, how could he possibly face the Primordial?
"You are the prince of that ancient kingdom?"
Gu Jianlin murmured softly, "You are the sacrifice of the You Ying God."
The man’s lips curled into a strange smile, shaking his head as he said, "The Mother Star that nurtured the Qilin cannot be fathod by common sense, for from its inception it was tampered with, thus... confusion occurred to so extent. I am indeed that ancient prince, but the so-called sacrifice was not ."
Gu Jianlin suddenly lifted his head, recalling the mont this divine being had bestowed the Qilin Mask upon him.
"Finally realized?"
The man smiled faintly, yet in his eyes, tears of blood that were shocking flowed down:
"The original Qilin Venerable was not , but... her."
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