347: Little Linzi, may I sit down for a moment?

At this critical moment!

"Freeze."

A clear, calm female voice rang out.

The Yaochi Holy Master, Ji Qingyi, had ascended into the air at some unknown point, her moon-white flowing immortal dress fluttering without wind.

Above her head, the Western Emperor Pagoda erupted with unprecedentedly brilliant Holy Light, transforming into a torrent of substantive light, like mercury pouring down, carrying the supreme Concept of quelling chaos and protecting all living beings.

It arrived later but spread faster, instantly enveloping the out-of-control destructive energy storm like the gentlest embrace, dissolving it into nothingness.

A deathly silence, as if surviving a catastrophe, enveloped the entire scene.

Immediately, earth-shattering curses and wails erupted!

"Damned Yao Race! Do you want to bury us all here?!"

"Many thanks to the Yaochi Holy Master for saving our lives!"

"The Yao Race's actions are no different from the Demonic Path!"

Countless Cultivators turned pale, still shaken, and cast grateful glances towards the Yaochi Holy Master, while their gazes towards the Yao Race war chariots were filled with anger and hatred.

Several Human Race Holy Masters also had grim faces, their icy gazes piercing towards the Southern Domain Yao Lord like sharp swords.

The Southern Domain Yao Lord, however, was completely unconcerned, instead laughing heartily because a huge fissure had been forcibly torn open in the Emperors Tomb Restriction.

"The passage is open, each relying on their own abilities! How can one seize an Opportunity by being timid? Let's go!"

With that, he was the first to control the demonic cloud and rush into the fissure.

The crowd immediately stirred again, no longer caring to curse, and scrambled to surge towards the fissure.

Amidst this chaos, no one noticed that two seemingly ordinary Heavenly Human Realm Loose Cultivators in the crowd were transmitting messages.

"Little Lingzi, find an Opportunity to teach these Yao Race brats, who disregard the lives of others, a profound lesson."

Xuan Yangzi's voice directly sounded in Ling Canglan's Sea of Consciousness.

Ling Canglan, who was about to enter the Great Emperors Tomb, was greatly shocked!

This voice belongs to Sect Master Xuan Yangzi?! He's here?

He suppressed his excitement, his Divine Thought like silk, quietly searching along the imperceptible sound transmission fluctuation, instantly locking onto the two ordinary-looking figures in the crowd.

It's Sect Master Xuan Yangzi in disguise, so the one beside him must be Honored One Gu Changge?

"The Honored One is here too!"

A monstrous wave surged in Ling Canglan's heart, making him uncontrollably excited, but he dared not show the slightest expression on his face, merely nodding imperceptibly in that direction.

Immediately, an extremely respectful sound transmission quietly returned: "Ling Canglan, I respectfully obey the Sect Master's decree! I will not fail the trust of the Honored One and the Sect Master!"

He took a deep breath, and when he looked towards the fissure where the Yao Race had disappeared, his eyes were filled with bone-chilling killing intent.

With the Honored One here to oversee, he no longer had any worries.

"The passage is open! Go in!"

"Each according to their ability, each according to their fate!"

Seeing that the passage was open, everyone couldn't hold back and rushed in.

The first to enter were those old monsters whose Lifespan was nearing its end and were in a frenzy, as well as a large number of Loose Cultivators whose minds were clouded by greed.

They were like moths drawn to a flame, transforming into countless streams of light, scrambling to disappear into the deep darkness.

Following closely, Disciples from various Holy Lands and Prodigies from aristocratic families also set off, either at the behest or under the leadership of their elders.

They maintained basic formations, their Auras connected, and protected by Magic Treasures, appearing much more orderly, but the burning desire and determination in their eyes were undiminished.

For a time, streams of light rained down from the sky, a magnificent sight.

Just as countless Cultivators swarmed in like locusts, several familiar figures quietly converged from different directions to the periphery of the Emperors Tomb.

It was Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, and Wang Xiaopang.

"Senior Brother! Second Senior Brother! Third Martial Sister!"

Wang Xiaopang was the first to spot them, nimbly squeezing through the crowd, waving excitedly.

His charred and torn Daoist robe hadn't been changed yet, and coupled with the uncleaned soot on his face, he looked exactly like a mud monkey that had just crawled out of a stove, causing surrounding Cultivators to glance and avoid him.

Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu stood side by side, their Auras steady and restrained. After previous Cultivation and stabilization, their cultivation had clearly improved further.

Ling Xi stood a little further away, alone. Her Aura was even deeper, and a sense of voidness that seemed to devour all things emanated from her, making people afraid to look at her for too long.

"Little Fatty, what have you been tinkering with again to get yourself into such a state?"

Xiao Ruobai couldn't help but chuckle at Wang Xiaopang's miserable appearance.

"Hehe, don't mention it, I almost sent myself off while drawing talismans."

Wang Xiaopang chuckled sheepishly, then his eyes darted, immediately drawn to the towering figure behind Xiao Ruobai, like a mountain.

Qilin Son Mo Yu!

At this moment, he had transformed into his true form. His shape resembled a majestic horse, even more divine and powerful, with a Dragon-like head covered in fine, dense red scales. His entire body was covered in palm-sized scales, like they were carved from red jade, with faint golden light flowing within the gaps of the scales.

Beneath his four hooves, auspicious clouds vaguely gathered. Although he merely stood quietly, a faint pressure originating from an ancient Divine Beast already enveloped the surroundings, making ordinary Cultivators dare not approach.

"Wow! Senior Brother! Is this your mount? A Qilin! A living Qilin! How magnificent!"

Wang Xiaopang's eyes gleamed as he circled Mo Yu several times, unable to resist reaching out to touch the flame-like red mane.

Mo Yu frowned slightly, and an invisible pressure naturally emanated from his body, stopping Wang Xiaopang's hand in mid-air.

He glanced indifferently at this messy-Aura, boisterous Little Fatty. If he hadn't sensed the other party's close relationship with his master, he would have long since erupted.

"Little Qilin, you're so sensible! Follow us, and I guarantee you'll have delicious food and drinks, abundant Cultivation resources, and you'll suppress Wang Zhan with a flick of your hand!"

Wang Xiaopang was not discouraged, patting his chest to make a guarantee. Then he blinked his small eyes, revealing a smile he thought was innocent, but was actually sly.

"So, seeing how sincere I am, can I ride you for a bit? Just for a bit!"

His eyes sparkled, and his little calculations clattered in his heart. This was a Qilin!

A living Divine Beast!

How magnificent would it be to ride it around?

As soon as these words came out, Fang Hanyu's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

Ling Xi also cast a slightly strange glance.

The crimson-gold vertical pupils contracted slightly, and two hot breaths carrying sparks Spray from its nostrils, hitting the empty ground in front of Wang Xiaopang with a soft "hiss".

It slowly raised its huge head, looking down at this ignorant Little Fatty beneath its feet, and let out a low, warning grunt from its throat.

If not for the occasion and his master, he would have truly slapped this ignorant fatty away with a paw.

"Don't be rude."

Xiao Ruobai helplessly patted Wang Xiaopang's head and said to Mo Yu, "This is my Fourth Junior Brother, he's a bit boisterous, but he means no harm."

Mo Yu then reined in his Aura, responding in a muffled voice, "Yes, Master."

But his gaze, as it swept over Wang Xiaopang, still carried undisguised disdain.