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.”
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
