Solar Immortal Body

"That’s... the Qilin Child, the son of Emperor Qilin!"

As the Thirteenth Ancestor clashed with the flaming qilin, some ancient beings immediately recognized the creature’s identity and gasped in shock.

"What is Emperor Qilin?"

Some low-level cultivators turned to their elders for answers.

The elders' faces paled. "In the ancient era, 'Emperor' was the title for the Heavenly Emperor. An Emperor was a Heavenly Emperor, and a Heavenly Emperor was an Emperor—only the terminology changed with time."

"What!? So you’re saying this Qilin Child is the son of a Heavenly Emperor!?"

"Exactly. Emperor Qilin was a Heavenly Emperor who reigned millions of years ago. He possessed the Solar Immortal Body, his might overwhelming the world, and all realms bowed before him."

"Legends say the Qilin Child was Emperor Qilin’s only offspring, his bloodline rivaling that of the ancestral qilin, with the potential to become a Heavenly Emperor himself. Born as the son of an Emperor, he stood at the pinnacle of existence from birth. With limitless resources and Emperor Qilin’s guidance, he reached the Quasi-Emperor realm in less than five hundred years.

However, Emperor Qilin’s presence prevented him from ascending to full Emperorhood. When Emperor Qilin eventually passed, he not only bequeathed his Solar Immortal Body to his son but also sealed him away, awaiting the opening of the Emperor’s Path in a future era so he could claim the Heavenly Throne.

Who would have thought he would emerge now? It seems he intends to seize the Heavenly Emperor’s seat in this era."

"Several great contention eras have occurred over the millions of years. Why did he choose this one?"

"Perhaps it was Emperor Qilin’s arrangement. Beings of such supreme power can perceive things beyond mortal comprehension."

"With the Qilin Child entering the fray, who in this era can stand against him? Has Heaven forsaken our human race, allowing a demonic beast to claim the Heavenly Throne?"

"But the Qilin Child doesn’t seem invincible. The Thirteenth Ancestor of the Heavenly Court appears to be holding his own."

"It’s not the same. The Thirteenth Ancestor is at the end of his lifespan—every attack burns away his remaining life. Meanwhile, the Qilin Child reached Quasi-Emperor status in under five hundred years before being sealed by Emperor Qilin himself. A million years have passed, yet time has left no mark on him.

One is in his prime; the other is on the verge of death. The Thirteenth Ancestor’s defeat is only a matter of time.

A Quasi-Emperor with boundless longevity, the son of a Heavenly Emperor, and the possessor of the Solar Immortal Body—with such foundations, who in this world could rival him? Remember, a Quasi-Emperor with an Immortal Body and one without are on entirely different levels!"

As countless beings watched, the battle between the Thirteenth Ancestor and the Qilin Child reached its climax.

The Thirteenth Ancestor was drenched in blood, his Emperor’s essence scattering across the heavens, crushing mountains beneath its weight. He was clearly at his limit.

The Qilin Child, however, remained composed, his movements effortless.

Flames of blinding brilliance wreathed his form, as though a sun had descended upon the mortal realm. The heat scorched the land for millions of miles, warping the very fabric of space.

"Solar Trueflame!"

Endless golden divine fire sealed the void, surging toward the Thirteenth Ancestor from all directions.

"Seal of Sun, Moon, and Rivers!"

An illusion of celestial bodies and flowing rivers manifested behind the Thirteenth Ancestor, resisting the Solar Trueflame.

The Qilin Child sneered. "Using solar phenomena against this prince? You truly have a death wish."

"Imperial Art: Falling Sun!"

Boom—!

The eternal sun, which had hung unchanging in the heavens, suddenly began to plummet. Though it was merely an illusion, the sight was terrifying enough.

To all witnesses, it seemed as though an immense golden sun—large enough to shatter the sky—was slowly descending.

The world was bathed in gold.

Everything burned.

The Thirteenth Ancestor’s face twisted in horror. No longer caring about preserving his lifespan, he mustered every ounce of strength, using his celestial illusion to withstand the Falling Sun’s impact.

Boom—!

The collision was like the birth of a universe—a cataclysmic shockwave of energy erupted, spreading for millions of miles, annihilating all in its path.

When the light faded, the Thirteenth Ancestor knelt on the ground, his body charred, teetering on the brink of death.

The Qilin Child stood above him in the sky, gazing down like an untouchable deity.

"Hand over the Qilin Immortality Herb, and this prince may grant you the mercy of an intact corpse."

The Thirteenth Ancestor suddenly raised his head. Though his face was burned to blackened flesh, a cold smile curled his lips.

"You want the herb? Dream on!"

With a fierce flick of his wrist, the Qilin Immortality Herb shot like a streak of light toward a human settlement.

Hidden figures could no longer restrain themselves. They emerged from the shadows, frantically chasing after the herb.

The Qilin Child’s fury erupted. He moved to pursue, but the Thirteenth Ancestor gave him no chance, lunging forward despite his injuries.

A violent, unstable energy began to rise from his body.

"You’re going to self-destruct!?" The Qilin Child’s expression twisted in panic as he desperately retreated.

"You think you can drag this prince down with you? As if!"

"I may not kill you, but I can cripple you. Without the Immortality Herb, your wounds won’t heal in time. You’ll miss this great contention era!"

Some ancient human figures were deeply moved. They understood—the Thirteenth Ancestor was sacrificing himself to cripple the Qilin Child’s foundation, removing him from the Emperor’s Path.

He was clearing the way for a future human Heavenly Emperor. Though humans often fought among themselves, all secretly hoped the next Heavenly Emperor would be one of their own.

For if a demonic beast ascended, humanity would be reduced to livestock, just as in the ancient era before human Emperors rose to power.

The Qilin Child panicked. Even if the Thirteenth Ancestor went all out, he wouldn’t die—but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be injured. With the Immortality Herb gone, any severe wounds would linger, and in this great contention era, damaging his foundation would truly end his chances at the throne.

"Lowly humans!! You dare sacrifice yourself to ruin my path!? Just wait—when this prince becomes Emperor, I will bathe the human race in blood!"

No matter how he tried to shake off the frenzied Thirteenth Ancestor, the Qilin Child could only rage helplessly.

Hearing the threat, the Thirteenth Ancestor’s eyes turned icy, his speed increasing further.

"Let this dying body buy humanity one more Heavenly Emperor!"

The Qilin Child’s eyes nearly burst from fury. Even after summoning his father’s Imperial artifact—the Fire Emperor Cauldron—to shield himself, he still felt no safety.

Then, abruptly, a wisp of black mist materialized between them.

"Unnecessary."

The mist coalesced into a human figure—Gu Qingfeng, who had just arrived.

The Thirteenth Ancestor’s face twisted in shock and anger. "Gu Qingfeng, you—"

Before he could finish, an overwhelming tide of sinister thoughts flooded his mind.

Normally, the Thirteenth Ancestor could resist, but in his weakened state, Gu Qingfeng’s Sinful Corruption instantly dazed him, halting his advance.

Seizing the moment, Gu Qingfeng flashed to the Thirteenth Ancestor’s side and unleashed the Heaven-Sealing Restriction, forcibly disrupting his self-destruction.

By the time the Thirteenth Ancestor regained his senses, it was already too late—his explosion had been suppressed.