Transformation of the Qilin Child

Mo Yu felt as though every part of him—from the inside out, from the past to the present, even the faintest possibility of the future—had been effortlessly seen through beneath that gaze.

An indescribable sense of insignificance and exposure swept over him in an instant, causing his massive body to tremble almost imperceptibly.

Yet he forcibly steadied his mind and maintained the most respectful posture, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

He could sense that the Honored Master’s gaze had lingered for the briefest instant upon the source of his qilin bloodline.

It also seemed to have brushed across a newly formed imprint within his soul—the oath-mark representing his vow to follow Xiao Ruobai.

Then, the suffocating sensation of being seen through, as tangible as though it had substance, receded like the tide.

Gu Changge shifted his gaze away from him, lifted his teacup, and took a light sip. His voice was calm, revealing no emotion:

“The legacy sealed away since ancient times has awakened in response to the destiny of this age. Unfortunately, the seal was flawed. The Great Dao is incomplete, and the bloodline is deficient. Like a pearl obscured by dust, or fine jade marred by a flaw.”

Mo Yu’s mind shook violently. As expected, the Honored Master had seen through his deepest secret and greatest defect with a single glance!

That innate incompleteness, originating from ancient times and resembling a curse, was the deepest source of helplessness and fear beneath all his pride.

“Since you followed Ruobai here, that may also be considered a matter of fate.” Gu Changge’s voice revealed neither joy nor anger.

“However, having entered this place, your heart must remain single-minded. Ruobai treats others with kindness—that is a matter of sentiment. But rules are the foundation. Do you understand?”

Mo Yu’s heart shuddered.

This was a warning. Since he had chosen to follow Xiao Ruobai, his loyalty had to remain pure. He could not harbor even the slightest hesitation or disloyal thought.

He immediately bowed deeply, his voice carrying a solemnity and decisiveness he had never shown before.

“Your insight is unsurpassed, Honored Master! Now that Mo Yu has acknowledged his master, I shall never harbor a second thought in this life! The past is dust; in the future, there is only my master! Should I ever betray this vow, may the Heavenly Dao destroy me and scatter my soul!”

Gu Changge watched him in silence, his gaze tranquil. He remained quiet for roughly three breaths.

To Mo Yu, those three breaths felt as though his very soul were being condensed and dissolved again and again beneath that invisible scrutiny. The pressure weighed upon him like a thousand mountains, yet it also made his resolve even firmer.

At last, Gu Changge spoke once more, his tone still indifferent.

“Mm. Such a minor flaw is rather unsightly.”

Before his voice had even faded, Gu Changge casually raised his right index finger. No earth-shaking divine light gathered at its tip.

He simply pointed at Mo Yu from a distance, naturally and lightly, as though the gesture were nothing of consequence.

The motion appeared casual, even careless.

Yet in Mo Yu’s perception, it was as if the myriad laws of the heavens, the universe, and the primordial wilderness had all converged and collapsed before that fingertip!

Time, space, causality—even Mo Yu himself—became blurred and distorted beneath that single point!

There was no overwhelming surge of power, nor any dazzling manifestation of divine ability.

There was only a warm, chaotic-white mote of light, seemingly containing boundless vitality and the mysteries of creation. It drifted from Gu Changge’s fingertip, ignoring all distance and defenses, and leisurely sank into the center of Mo Yu’s brow.

More precisely, it entered the greatest imperfection within the source of his bloodline and the core of his soul.

“Buzz—!”

Mo Yu’s enormous qilin body suddenly stiffened. His crimson-gold vertical pupils instantly lost focus and widened to their limit!

The next moment—

A sense of perfection and surging vitality that he had never experienced before, originating from the deepest reaches of his bloodline and soul and impossible to describe in words, erupted like a volcano dormant for countless ages!

“Roar—!”

An unprecedented qilin howl burst uncontrollably from Mo Yu’s mouth, piercing the clouds and shaking the soul!

There was no longer the slightest hint of stagnation or weakness in that roar. It was filled with the ancient, majestic, sacred aura of wholeness!

At the same time, crimson-gold divine light erupted from the scales covering his body, soaring into the heavens!

The natural patterns on every scale began to glow and rearrange themselves, becoming even more intricate and profound, as if genuine Great Dao runes had been engraved upon them!

Auspicious clouds surged into existence beneath his four feet. Radiant blessings filled the air, accompanied by the harmonious resonance of Daoist hymns!

An oppressive might emanated from his qilin imperial bloodline, countless times purer, heavier, and more complete than before. Yet the invisible Dao resonance of Purple Bamboo Peak effortlessly soothed it, and not a single blade of grass or leaf within the mountain was disturbed.

Through his inner perception, Mo Yu saw that the defect in the source of his bloodline—the flaw that had troubled him like an impassable heavenly chasm—was being mended, repaired, and restored by that mote of chaotic white light in an inconceivable manner.

It was as though an invisible hand of creation were reshaping his foundation in the Dao!

The fragments of inherited legacy that had been lost in the river of time lit up one after another within his soul, like stars being polished anew.

The indistinct traces of the laws within his bloodline became clear and complete.

The sense of power that had always felt as though something were missing was surging, solidifying, and sublimating at a geometric rate!

This was not a simple infusion of strength. It was the restoration and completion of his origin on the most fundamental level—a true reconstruction!

The process lasted only a few breaths.

When the light and phenomena gradually receded, Mo Yu still retained his original form, but his aura had undergone a profound, earth-shaking transformation.

Simply standing there, he seemed like a true auspicious beast emerging from an ancient myth—majestic, sacred, and complete, without any trace of his former weakness or uncertainty.

He stood dazed, sensing the unprecedented power and wholeness surging endlessly through his body.

His pupils were filled with utter shock and bewilderment, as well as the overwhelming impact of someone awakening from a dream after having lived through another lifetime.

It was complete just like that?

The defect that had left the entire demon race helpless had been mended with a casual point from the Honored Master?

There had been no earth-shaking ritual, no rare and priceless treasure, and not even a single unnecessary word.

He had merely found the flaw unsightly, and then casually fixed it.

What kind of unfathomable technique was this? What unimaginable realm did it represent?

Mo Yu slowly lowered his head and looked at his claws, now radiating a gentle, lustrous glow. Then he abruptly raised his head and gazed toward Gu Changge, who had already withdrawn his finger beside the stone table.

An incomparable reverence surged forth like a raging tide, instantly drowning out every other thought in his mind.

“Thud!”

This time, it was no longer a bow performed out of courtesy.

His forelegs bent, and his imposing, enormous qilin body lowered itself fully to the ground before Gu Changge, filled with boundless gratitude and devotion.

His massive head pressed tightly against the earth, while his body trembled faintly with emotion.

“Mo Yu kowtows in thanks to the Honored Master for the grace of rebirth! This kindness and virtue are comparable to Heaven and Earth!

“Mo Yu swears upon his bloodline, soul, and every cause and effect of his future that he shall never forget this grace. I shall devote this broken body to serving my master and the Honored Master unto death. Should I ever harbor a second thought, may Heaven and Earth strike me down, my bloodline wither completely, and my true spirit fall into eternal ruin!”

His voice was hoarse and trembling, yet it contained a determination and resolve more absolute than ever before.

This was no longer a simple oath of allegiance. It was a soul imprint formed by offering up every part of himself without reservation.

Gu Changge gave an almost imperceptible nod.

“Your foundation has only just been restored. You must calm your mind, comprehend it, and consolidate your Dao fruit. You may find a place within the peak to cultivate in seclusion and familiarize yourself with your newfound power.”

The next chapter isn’t finished yet. I’ll need to receive nine or ten points before I can update again!