From Now On, You Are the Kirin Beneath My Throne

This silence was like an invisible torture, tormenting Mo Yu’s heart.

Why does the honored one remain silent?

Does he think I am unworthy? Or does he not believe in my sincerity?

The anxiety in Mo Yu’s heart spread like wildfire.

He had barely grasped this sliver of newfound hope—a chance to surpass his own limits, to follow a true powerhouse and climb to greater heights. He could not afford to lose it!

Seeing Xiao Ruobai’s prolonged silence, which felt like a cold rejection, Mo Yu steeled himself. A glint of determination flashed in his eyes!

He abruptly straightened his upper body, no longer kneeling but sitting cross-legged atop the rubble.

His hands moved rapidly, forming an ancient and mysterious hand seal. At the same time, he forced out a single drop of the purest qilin essence blood, which hovered at his fingertip, radiating immense life force and the pressure of royal blood!

“Heaven above, Earth below, bear witness!”

Mo Yu’s voice was no longer hoarse. Instead, it carried a solemn and resolute conviction, ringing through the silent ruins above.

“I, Mo Yu of the Southern Domain, swear by the bloodline of my qilin ancestors, and by my own Great Dao as proof!”

The drop of essence blood at his fingertip suddenly ignited, transforming into a crimson rune streaked with golden light. An ancient and profound wave of law descended in an instant, enveloping the space where he and Xiao Ruobai stood.

This was a sign that the Great Dao had resonated and acknowledged him!

“Today, I establish my Great Dao oath: I willingly follow the honored one, War Rakshasa, pledging myself as his servant, unwavering for life!

The honored one’s enemies shall be my mortal foes! The honored one’s will shall be my path!

Should I harbor a second heart or betray this oath, may I suffer the backlash of the Dao, my bloodline wither, my soul be annihilated, and be cursed for all eternity—never to be reborn!”

As the oath was spoken, faint thunder rumbled across heaven and earth, as if the Great Dao had acknowledged the pact.

The crimson rune flashed and vanished, imprinting itself into Mo Yu’s glabella and into the empty space before Xiao Ruobai, establishing an unbreakable and mystical connection between them.

Having done this, Mo Yu seemed to have expended all his strength. His face grew even paler, but his eyes were exceptionally clear and steadfast. He bowed his head deeply once more, his voice carrying the weakness and devotion of one who had just sworn an oath.

“Mo Yu makes his vow here, sealed by the oath! I beg the honored one to take me in!”

This time, the entire scene was not merely shocked—it was dead silent!

A Great Dao oath! Mo Yu, the Qilin Son, had actually sworn the harshest and most irreversible kind of oath!

This was a complete severance of all retreat, entrusting his life, future, and Great Dao entirely into Xiao Ruobai’s hands!

Mo Yu’s solemn oath, like a heavenly thunderbolt from above, crashed down over the silent ruins and struck like a heavy blow into the hearts of every demon cultivator who had followed him!

After a brief dead silence came an uproar of disbelief and terror!

“Your Highness—no!!”

An elder demon, with snow-white hair and a deep aura, was the first to react, letting out a mournful roar. He stumbled forward a few steps, tears streaming down his aged face.

“You are the Qilin Son of the Southern Domain, unmatched in ten thousand years! Noble beyond measure! How could you swear such an oath and pledge yourself to a human master?!

What dignity will the demons of the Southern Domain retain in the eyes of the world? Where will the prestige of the Qilin bloodline stand?!”

“Your Highness! Think twice!”

“Your Highness! Have you been driven mad by this defeat? We will escort you back to the Southern Domain! Our sacred land will surely find a way to restore your glory!”

In an instant, cries of grief, outrage, and confusion erupted from the demon ranks.

They could not accept it. The demon prodigy they had placed all their hopes in—the Qilin Son—had publicly sworn a Great Dao oath, willing to become a human’s mount!

This was an utter disgrace! A stain on the entire Southern Domain’s demon race!

Hearing the anguished shouts of his kinsmen behind him, sensing their confusion and even hints of resentment, Mo Yu slowly rose to his feet.

His face was still pale, and his aura was weak from the oath, but at this moment, his spine stood straight as a spear.

He turned around, his gaze calm as he swept across the emotionally agitated demon tribespeople. The arrogance that once filled his eyes was gone, replaced by a near-cruel clarity—forged through his broken past and now remolded.

“Silence!”

Mo Yu’s voice was low, yet carried absolute authority, instantly suppressing all the noise.

He looked around at the crowd and a faint smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

What do you lot understand?

Dignity? Prestige?

In the face of absolute power and a radiant future, how much are these hollow things worth?

In the past, I, Mo Yu, cared too much about such worthless dignity—that is why I lost so miserably! That is why I failed to see myself truly or recognize how vast the real world is!

The honored one wields the War God Physique, and as a Heavenly Human Realm cultivator, he reverses fate to slay Prideful Heavens who are kings among geniuses! His potential is immeasurable, and in the future, he is destined to rule the realm!

This is the true dragon! The true emperor’s bearing!

Add to that the deep and unfathomable background backing him up—the honored one will inevitably achieve the Great Emperor realm in the future, and I, in turn, will be the Great Emperor’s mount, bathed in endless glory!

To be able to follow such an existence is my fortune! A blessing for the Qilin bloodline!

You see only the humiliation of now, but you fail to see the supreme honor of the future! Swallows and sparrows know nothing of the ambitions of swans!

His thoughts racing, Mo Yu’s gaze grew even more determined and sharp. He looked at the grieving elder demon and spoke in a deep, steady voice:

“Elder, and all my kin.”

“My mind is made up. This oath has been sworn, the Great Dao is my witness—it cannot be undone.”

“What you call today’s shame is no shame at all; it is the beginning of my rebirth. My choice today does not disgrace the demon name. Instead, it seeks for our clan a true path to the heavens!”

“If you still acknowledge me as the Qilin Son, then put aside your pointless grief and watch what the future brings. If you do not…”

Mo Yu paused, a flash of resolve in his eyes.

“Then go your separate ways! From now on, my path has nothing to do with you!”

Having said this, he ignored the stunned, ashen-faced demon assembly, and turned resolutely. Once more, he bowed deeply before Xiao Ruobai, his posture utterly reverent.

“Honored one, forgive any disturbance—Mo Yu has dealt with it. From this day forward, I have no other master but you, and no other concerns!”

At this moment, he utterly severed his ties with past indecision, casting off the shackles of his clan’s expectations. His will had never been more unshakable!

Xiao Ruobai had watched all of this unfold, his gaze moving from Mo Yu’s resolute figure to the desolate demon crowd in the distance.

Once again, all eyes turned to Xiao Ruobai, waiting to see how he would decide.

Xiao Ruobai looked at Mo Yu, weakened in presence but stubborn in his gaze, his eyes falling on the Great Dao contract that already bound them. A faint, nearly imperceptible flicker stirred in his deep pupils.

He slowly raised his hand, receiving the contract rune, and gently swept it through the air.

A gentle yet irresistible force lifted Mo Yu from his kneeling posture.

“Since you have sworn this oath,” Xiao Ruobai’s voice rang out calmly, carrying the weight to settle heaven and earth, “henceforth, you are my qilin mount.”

“Remember the words you spoke today. Do not fail the royal blood that flows within you.”

“Rise.”