“Roar—!!!”
A Qilin’s furious roar, suppressed to the very limit yet seemingly originating from the primordial wilderness of ancient times, suddenly erupted from within the cocoon of light!
It was not merely a sound, but a terrifying, noble pressure—an emperor’s might that towered above all demons—sweeping outward like a storm!
“Boom!”
The sturdy cocoon of light exploded, transforming into a rain of radiance that filled the sky.
At the center of that radiant rain, Mo Yu’s figure had vanished. In his place stood a magnificent Qilin in its true form, towering ten zhang high!
This true form was utterly different from the one he had revealed before!
The scales covering his body were no longer simply red or gold. Instead, they were a deep and noble scarlet-gold, flowing with the luster of the Great Dao. Each scale seemed like a naturally formed Dao artifact, with wisps of chaotic energy curling around its edges.
The single horn atop his head rose straight toward the heavens, wrapped in intricate violet-gold lightning patterns. A glint of cold light shone at its tip, as though it could pierce the firmament itself.
Beneath each of his four hooves, auspicious clouds formed without any need for urging, while illusory manifestations of earth-fire, water, and wind drifted within them.
Simply standing there, with Dao resonance naturally circulating around him and echoing with the heavens and earth, he caused thousands of streams of auspicious energy to gather of their own accord. Faint celestial music seemed to drift through the air.
This was the true, nearly perfect form of an ancient Qilin Emperor!
Compared to the legendary Primordial Qilin Ancestor, he was likely only lacking the final tempering of time and a breakthrough in cultivation!
Gu Changge calmly swept his gaze over Mo Yu’s true form and gave a slight nod.
“Your bloodline has returned to its ancestral origin, and your foundation has been reforged. At least the effort was not wasted.”
Mo Yu opened his eyes. Within his scarlet-gold vertical pupils, phantoms of the sun, moon, and stars flashed briefly before vanishing, replaced by boundless clarity and excitement.
He could feel the unprecedented power within his body—perfect, flawless, vast, and mighty. It was the ultimate exhilaration of a leap in the level of his very life!
He had become a Saint!
A mysterious law of heaven and earth had been stirred.
The sky, which had been clear moments ago, suddenly darkened.
A pressure that made all living things tremble and froze the soul itself slowly descended from the boundless heights above. It locked onto Violet Bamboo Peak, and upon this Qilin who should not exist in the present age—this nearly perfect Qilin.
Mo Yu raised his head toward the heavens, and surging battle intent erupted from his scarlet-gold pupils.
A violet-gold sea of annihilating lightning!
The true Qilin Saint Tribulation had begun!
Xiao Ruobai, who had been tempering his combat techniques in the martial arena, abruptly stopped his punch. He looked toward a corner of the mountaintop, and astonishing brilliance erupted in his eyes.
“What powerful bloodline pressure! Mo Yu is about to break through!”
Within the courtyard, Ling Xi slowly opened her eyes after sitting in meditation. A trace of astonishment passed through her cool gaze before it once again became as still as an ancient well.
“Signs of an ancestral return—more complete than I expected. The methods of Master truly are astonishing.”
Even Lao Huang, who had been leisurely chewing on spiritual grass, stopped chewing and lifted his head toward the sky.
The tribulation had yet to arrive, but its momentum had already shocked the heavens!
However, just as the annihilating sea of lightning was about to fully manifest, and the berserk laws of thunder were nearly tearing through the firmament’s restraints to descend upon the world, Gu Changge raised his eyes slightly beside the stone table.
He glanced at the churning violet-gold sea of lightning, which was growing increasingly terrifying, then casually waved his sleeve.
An invisible, intangible force that seemed to contain the principles of heaven and earth spread out silently from him, instantly enveloping the skies above Violet Bamboo Peak.
In the next moment, the terrifying heavenly might that had made everyone tremble vanished completely beyond the boundaries of Violet Bamboo Peak.
Outside, the sky remained clear, the clouds tranquil and the breeze gentle, as though the world-shattering tribulation clouds had been nothing more than an illusion.
Yet the people within Violet Bamboo Peak felt something entirely different.
They could clearly sense that a terrifying Saint Tribulation was erupting directly above their heads!
What Mo Yu faced was a Qilin Saint Tribulation far beyond the imagination of ordinary cultivators.
It did not consist of nine stages, but twelve!
Each tribulation bolt contained a trace of the complete true meaning of the Thunder Great Dao. They manifested as primordial fiends, divine weapons of heavenly punishment, and even phantoms of ancient Qilin Dao. Each bolt descended with supreme power capable of testing one’s bloodline and obliterating one’s soul.
Its momentum and destructive power were more than a match for the Saint Tribulation Wang Zhan had undergone back then!
This was the harshest trial the heavens had imposed upon the birth of a perfect Qilin bloodline—and also the greatest gift.
Mo Yu showed no fear. He met the tribulation head-on.
With his newly born, perfect Qilin body, he withstood the heavenly thunder by force. He used the innate divine abilities of his imperial bloodline to resist destruction, rising and falling within the sea of lightning, being reborn amid annihilation.
His scarlet-gold scales were blasted black and shattered, only to rapidly regenerate beneath the nourishment of his surging blood vitality and the essence of the tribulation lightning. They became even more dazzling and resilient, etched with natural lightning Dao patterns.
Amid this ultimate convergence of destruction and creation, his aura was repeatedly tempered, becoming ever denser, more vast, and more indestructible.
When the final tribulation bolt descended—a bolt of chaotic lightning that seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth apart—Mo Yu shattered it with the single horn on his brow and completely swallowed and refined it.
“Boom!”
A perfect, sacred, vast Saint’s might, transcending all mortal life, erupted like a volcano that had lain dormant for countless ages, washing over this isolated space!
Mo Yu’s hundred-zhang Qilin true form stood proudly in the void. His wounds rapidly healed, and his aura settled into profound restraint. Only within his scarlet-gold vertical pupils did boundless majesty and wisdom remain, flowing with the imprint of having endured the baptism of heavenly tribulation.
He had entered the Saint Realm!
Yet heaven and earth did not grow peaceful just yet.
With the birth of a perfect Qilin Saint, the Great Dao resonated, and auspicious signs appeared naturally.
Above Violet Bamboo Peak, thousands upon thousands of golden Dao lotus phantoms bloomed, sprinkling down radiant rain filled with the life force of creation.
Within the void, celestial melodies and Dao hymns rang out of their own accord, resonating with the Great Dao.
Nourished by the auspicious energy, the vegetation across the peak suddenly flourished, and the fragrance of spiritual herbs filled the air.
Multicolored rays of light also spread outward from where Mo Yu stood. Strands of auspicious energy drifted through the air, illuminating the entire Violet Bamboo Peak and transforming it into an immortal paradise.
This was heaven and earth’s celebration and reward for the birth of an auspicious sacred beast.
Mo Yu withdrew his true form and descended.
The instant his feet touched the ground, his mind shook violently!
Countless fragmented images, ancient runes, instincts born from battle, and vast memories originating from the source of his bloodline surged into his sea of consciousness like a flood breaking through a dam.
It was the awakening of the inheritance imprint of the Primordial Qilin Ancestor, triggered by the complete return of his Qilin bloodline to its ancestral origin!
He saw the primordial wilderness of ancient times.
He saw the Primordial Qilin Ancestor treading upon auspicious clouds, commanding the rise and fall of all living beings with supreme majesty.
He saw claw marks tearing through seas of stars and divine abilities roaring down the sun and moon.
He saw the ultimate mysteries concerning chaos, creation, and the fundamental laws of auspicious beasts.
This inheritance was far too vast and ancient. With his nascent Saint-level soul, he was unable to bear it all at once. His head felt as though it were splitting apart, and his body swayed slightly.
Yet he forcibly endured the discomfort, and unprecedented brilliance erupted from his eyes!
Mo Yu withdrew his true form, transformed into human form, and descended. He hurried to Gu Changge and bowed deeply.
“Mo Yu kowtows in gratitude for Your Excellency’s grace in remaking and guiding me! Only after this rebirth have I realized how boundless the road ahead truly is! Mo Yu will never fail to live up to Your Excellency’s expectations!”
Gu Changge gave a slight nod, and a trace of nearly imperceptible approval flashed through his eyes.
“Quiet your mind and comprehend what you have gained this time. The auspicious energy is valuable as well. Do not waste it.”
“Yes!”
A perfect Qilin Saint, tempered by an unparalleled lightning tribulation and celebrated by heaven and earth, had quietly been born here.
Auspicious energy lingered in the air, refusing to disperse, while the faint sound of the Dao echoed through the surroundings. It set Purple Bamboo Peak off like a secluded immortal paradise—the very source of the Great Dao.
Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, and Fatty Wang stood amid the auspicious light and radiant mist, feeling the immense saintly might and harmonious Dao aura permeating the area.
They had personally witnessed the entire process of Mo Yu’s bloodline reverting to its ancestral origin and then transcending the tribulation to become a Saint. Their hearts were all surging with emotion, and none of them could calm down.
We must speed up our cultivation.
These past few chapters may have felt a little bland. There were certain things that I feel I didn’t portray well enough, so everyone may think they were just filler. Consider them transitional chapters.
The next chapter will be updated later.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.
