Primordial Era: Starting by overwhelming the Sages, Hongjun was stunned!

Below Qilin Cliff, the clouds and mist slowly dispersed.

The black Qilin and the jade Qilin stood side by side, while behind them, more than a hundred Qilin descendants stirred restlessly, yet they suppressed their excitement as they looked toward the figure in black robes.

Kong Xuan stood before the cliff, his gaze as calm as an ancient well.

In his palm, the Chaos Wheel slowly rotated, evolving the veins of the primordial land, with every mountain and river's direction and the undulations of the earth's veins clearly visible.

"The Qilin clan is born of nature and nurtured by the earth. They control auspicious omens and oversee the reproduction and propagation of beasts."

Kong Xuan's voice wasn't loud, yet it seemed to resonate with the entire earth:

"During the Great Calamity of the Dragon and Han Dynasties, the Qilin sacrificed its own origin to protect its clan, a testament to its admirable will."

"However, the way of Heaven is unjust, and karma has beenfallen him, causing the bloodline of the Qilin to decline and be trapped on this cliff for hundreds of millions of years."

He paused, his gaze falling on the black Qilin:

"Today, the karma of Longhan has dissipated, and the three paths have been newly established."

"The Qilin Clan should return to the primordial world and fulfill the mission you were born to fulfill."

The words fell.

Kong Xuan raised his hand, his five fingers pressing lightly into the depths of Qilin Cliff.

hum!

Chaotic divine light surged from his palm, not blazing, but rather carrying a warm and nourishing earth elemental aura.

The divine light penetrated the cliff and reached the core of the earth's veins.

There, an ancient seal, about the size of a palm and yellowish-brown in color, covered with cracks, floats silently.

The image of a Qilin riding on clouds on the seal is lifelike, but its luster is dim, as if it may shatter completely at any moment.

Qilin Seal!

It is the origin of the Qilin, the most precious treasure of the Qilin clan, and the foundation for suppressing the last trace of the Qilin clan's bloodline to remain intact!

The moment the chaotic divine light touched the Qilin Seal.

"Snap!"

The cracks that had accumulated over millions of years on the seal's body began to slowly heal!

The earthy yellow luster returned, and the image of the Qilin stepping on the clouds seemed to come alive, emitting a deep and majestic roar!

Furthermore, streams of pure and profound earth essence converged from the depths of the earth veins in various parts of the primordial world, and through the Qilin Seal, they surged wildly into the bodies of the Ink Qilin, the Jade Qilin, and the more than one hundred Qilin behind them!

"roar!!!"

The black unicorn roared to the sky!

His body, covered in black jade-like scales, suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, and his originally thin bloodline began to revive and grow stronger!

The barrier to his cultivation at the early stage of Quasi-Saint shattered with a roar, and his aura surged upwards!

The jade unicorn spread its wings, its snow-white body bathed in earthy yellow light, and golden light surged in its eyes, faintly touching the threshold of the Great Luo Peak!

Behind them, over a hundred descendants of the Qilin let out joyful hisses.

Their originally degenerated and diluted bloodlines were forcibly awakened and purified!

Many Qilin that had been reduced to mere mortal beasts have regained their intelligence, and their eyes have gleamed with wisdom!

The entire Qilin Cliff was shrouded in an auspicious, earth-yellow aura.

On the cliff face, withered spiritual roots sprouted anew, dried-up spiritual springs flowed again, and even the air was filled with a refreshing and sweet aroma.

The Qilin clan is on the verge of revival!

"This...this is..."

As the black Qilin felt the surging power within its body and the long-lost call of its ancestor deep within its bloodline, its voice trembled.

It looked at Kong Xuan, its eyes no longer showing any wariness, but only endless gratitude and awe.

"Thank you so much, senior... for saving my life!"

The black unicorn knelt on its front hooves, bowing deeply in submission.

The jade unicorn and the unicorns behind it all knelt down.

Kong Xuan nodded slightly and withdrew his hand.

The Qilin Seal has been 70% repaired. Although it is not as good as it was in its heyday, it is enough to maintain the fortune of the Qilin clan and nourish their bloodline.

"With the Qilin Seal back in its place, the Qilin Clan shall take charge of the auspicious omens of the land, regulate the earth's veins, and protect all beasts and spirits."

Kong Xuan's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable conclusion:

"From this day forward, the Qilin Clan shall return to the Central Land, enjoy the earth's natural fortune, be subject to the constraints of humanity, and together with the Dragon Clan to control water and the Phoenix Clan to control fire, maintain the balance of the primordial world."

The black Qilin raised its head, its eyes shining brightly:

"This junior will certainly live up to the expectations placed upon me by my senior!"

It paused, seemingly hesitant:

"However... the Qilin clan now has very few bloodlines, with only a little over a hundred remaining, and they may not be able to shoulder great responsibilities..."

"It's alright."

Kong Xuan raised his hand, and a chaotic Dao pattern disappeared into the Qilin Seal.

The Dao patterns flowed and evolved into countless intricate bloodline runes, which were imprinted deep within the seal.

"This is the Primordial Bloodline Dao Pattern, which can help the Qilin Clan slowly revive its bloodline and strengthen the clan."

"Within a thousand years, the Qilin clan should number a thousand."

"Ten thousand years from now, it may regain thirty percent of its former glory."

Upon hearing this, the Ink Qilin was overjoyed:

"That's enough! That's enough!"

Ten thousand years is but a fleeting moment for primordial beings who measure time in eons.

To be able to restore even 30% of its former glory is already an immense blessing!

Kong Xuan then disappeared from the spot with the Kunpeng behind him.

Xi Kunlun.

The ancestral vein of ten thousand mountains, where the pure spirit of the primordial wilderness resides.

This place is shrouded in mist all year round, with auspicious clouds and towering peaks like a forest, and waterfalls like ribbons.

Spiritual birds gather, rare beasts roam, and jade flowers and precious herbs cover the ground, with exotic fragrances drifting on the wind.

Unlike the solemn and majestic Jade Void Palace in East Kunlun, West Kunlun is more serene and peaceful, exuding the unique gentleness and spirituality of female immortals.

This is the sacred site of the Queen Mother of the West.

Kong Xuan took a step forward, his black robe fluttering lightly, and arrived at the foot of the main peak of West Kunlun.

Kunpeng followed closely behind, his face calm and his aura restrained, like an ordinary old man, with no trace of the ferocity and overwhelming demonic aura of the former demon master.

Before the peak, the sea of ​​clouds parted automatically.

A figure was already waiting at the end of the immortal path paved with white jade.

Her hair was piled high, adorned with a phoenix hairpin, and she wore a flowing cloud-embroidered palace dress. Her face was dignified and beautiful, with a hint of imperial might in her eyes, yet also a touch of just the right amount of gentleness.

It is none other than the Queen Mother of the West!

She was not alone.

Behind him stood two female immortals, one holding a jade pot and the other a golden cup; both were trusted confidantes of Yaochi.

Further away, amidst the clouds and mist, countless ethereal female figures could be vaguely seen, their auras pure, solemn, and silent.

The entire West Kunlun Mountains seemed to have been prepared to welcome them.

Kong Xuan remained expressionless, his gaze calmly fixed on Yaochi.

When Yaochi saw Kong Xuan arrive, she nodded slightly, her expression dignified, showing no panic or arrogance.

Her gaze swept over Kong Xuan, then fell on the old man in hemp clothing behind him.

Kunpeng!

Yaochi's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

She naturally recognized this former imperial tutor of the Demon Court, a survivor of the Lich War, and the master of the Northern Underworld Demon Master Palace.

Before she and Haotian were appointed as the rulers of the Heavenly Court by the Dao Ancestor, Kunpeng was already a powerful quasi-saint at the peak of the prehistoric world, whose status and strength were above theirs at that time.

Even after they were supported by the Dao Ancestor and ascended to the positions of Heavenly Emperor and Heavenly Empress, wielding power in the Heavenly Court, they still harbored a deep sense of apprehension towards ancient beings like Kunpeng, who had survived the tribulations of the Dragon-Han and Witch-Demon eras.

But at this moment...

Yaochi's gaze was sharp as lightning, instantly seeing through Kunpeng's state.

Cultivation... completely dissipated!

No, it's not completely gone.

It's a transformation into a mortal!

Returning to simplicity and authenticity, with the Daoist essence hidden within, there was no longer any fluctuation of magical power around him, and even the vast demonic aura that symbolized the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm had vanished without a trace.

At this moment, Kunpeng stood there, like a stubborn rock that had been silent for hundreds of millions of years, or like an ancient well with no bottom.

Calm, reserved, and unfathomable.

What alarmed Yaochi even more was...

The way Kunpeng looked at Kong Xuan.

That is not submission, nor is it fear.

Rather, it is a deep-seated awe, and a subtle, almost imperceptible, fervent following!