517: Wanling Heavenly Palace

Mo Yu did not hesitate in the slightest and followed the Grand Elder toward the towering divine mountain in the deepest part of the Ancestral Land.

The mountain path was ancient and simple, with rare flowers and exotic herbs on both sides emitting a thick vitality, and wisps of golden light falling from the peak, merging into his Bloodline, making his whole body feel comfortable as if he had returned to the most primitive womb.

The entrance to the Ancestral Cave was not a mountain cave, but a light curtain flowing with liquid golden flames, like a space-time portal.

The Grand Elder and several Clan Elders stopped outside the cave, their expressions solemn and pious.

"Young Lord, within the Ancestral Cave, only those with pure imperial blood may enter; we shall wait here for the Young Lord's return."

Mo Yu took a deep breath; he could feel that ancient will behind the portal, which shared the same origin as his Bloodline but was countless times more vast and majestic.

He nodded solemnly to the several Clan Elders, turned around, and stepped into the golden light curtain.

The moment he stepped into the Ancestral Cave, the scene before him completely changed.

This was not a physical Immortal Cave, but a boundless mental world flowing with golden Dao Laws and Chaos Qi.

Above the sky, the stars seemed to be condensed from the purest Qilin Dao Patterns.

At the center of the world was an inexpressibly massive Qilin Phantom.

It was not a physical entity but rather a frozen, glorious memory, an immortal will imprint.

Just by lying there, it seemed to prop up the eternal blue sky and suppress the endless Universe.

Its majesty was so great that it far surpassed any existence Mo Yu had ever seen, even faintly reminding him of the unfathomable depth of the Honorable Gu Changge.

"My descendant..."

A vast, ancient voice, as if crossing the endless river of time, rang directly in the deepest part of Mo Yu's Divine Soul.

There was no specific language, yet it contained all information.

In an instant, a majestic torrent of thoughts flooded into Mo Yu's Sea of Consciousness!

It was no longer simple Legacy images, but fragments of broken yet glorious memories, directly imprinted into his Soul.

He saw an ancient heavenly palace that could not be described in words, suspended at an infinite height and radiating endless auspicious immortal light.

Qilins trod on clouds, Phoenixes arrived in style, True Dragons coiled around pillars, and ten thousand beasts paid homage to their ancestors!

Deep within the Ancestral Court, Qilin ancestors, each larger than a star, had auras that reached the heavens and the earth, their gazes opening and closing as Universes were created and destroyed.

Among them, the most majestic figure wore a Qilin Ancestral Crown and was draped in a Ten Thousand Beasts Worship Map; even as a mere projection, it made Mo Yu's Bloodline boil and submit!

"What kind of existence is this?!"

Mo Yu's mind and spirit were shaken; he had originally thought the Ancestral Land Legacy would at most be from some ancient Demon Emperor or even a Great Emperor.

But the scene before him completely exceeded the limits of his cognition; this was definitely not an atmosphere that should exist in this realm!

However, the scene took a sudden turn for the worse!

A tragic battle broke out, the heavenly palace shattered, and the galaxy was annihilated!

That majestic Qilin King roared, blood staining the Immortal Domain, and finally, a corner of the heavenly palace carrying the Legacy and Bloodline seeds fell toward the endless Void Realm... The final scene was the Qilin King's battered phantom, letting out a cry of grief and hope: "The Legacy is eternal, the Bloodline never ends; wait for the king's blood to reignite and return to the heavenly palace..."

Boom!

All the images and information finally condensed into a brilliant Golden Blood Diamond, which merged into his heart.

"Roar—!"

Mo Yu looked up and let out a Qilin roar that pierced his Soul; it was no longer a simple beast roar but a cry of a sovereign carrying Immortal Ancient majesty and pathos!

An unprecedented golden-red divine light erupted around him, and a new kirin dharma body appeared proudly behind him, treading on auspicious clouds, surrounded by Chaos, with scales inscribed with ancient Immortal Dao Runes!

His Bloodline was frantically purifying and transforming, a complex golden pattern clearly condensed between his brows, and his cultivation broke through the Saint Realm without any hindrance, reaching the Saint King Realm!

Majestic power washed over his Physical Body and magic power, and lost Immortal Ancient secret techniques such as the Myriad Spirits Life Transformation Art, Undying War Body, and Auspicious Blessing were imprinted in his heart.

There was even a fragmented star map pointing directly to the ruins of the Myriad Spirits Immortal Palace somewhere in the Immortal Domain!

After an unknown amount of time, the light gradually faded.

Mo Yu slowly opened his eyes; in the depths of his red-gold pupils, the ancient celestial court flickered, and galaxies flowed.

His aura was as quiet as an abyss, yet it carried a supreme majesty from the depths of his Bloodline that could not be profaned; his life level and Dao foundation potential had undergone a world-shaking qualitative change.

He felt the earth-shattering changes within his body and the crystal-clear Legacy memories in his mind, yet his whole being fell into a massive, nearly blank state of shock.

Myriad Spirits Heavenly Palace, Immortal Realm descendants, falling into this realm... these words echoed frantically in his mind, each weighing ten thousand catties, impacting all his past perceptions!

"So my roots are in the Immortal Realm!"

An indescribable sense of absurdity and subversion swept over him.

The impact of this extreme leap in identity and the complete collapse of his cognition was devastating.

Immediately afterward, heavy pressure and worry flooded his heart like a tide.

Just how terrifying were the enemies who had shattered the heavenly palace and made his ancestors bleed?

The current clansmen were fine living in a corner of this Lower Realm, but if they truly had to face enemies from the Immortal Domain in the future... He clenched his fists, feeling that Legacy in his Bloodline that was both glorious and tragic, his heart complex to the extreme.

This was no longer a simple tribal revival, but a fate involving Immortal Domain grievances and struggles at the Emperor-level or even higher!

The burden on his shoulders suddenly became incomparably heavy.

When he walked out of the Ancestral Cave, the Clan Elders waiting outside felt that Primordial Immortal Ancient aura, which was completely different from before.

They were first stunned, then trembled with excitement, bowing down one after another: "Welcome, Young Lord, for obtaining the true Legacy of the Ancestral Land!"

They could feel that the Young Lord's Bloodline had already awakened to a level they could not imagine.

That pressure even gave them the illusion of facing a Great Emperor's imprint!

Mo Yu helped the Clan Elders up, his gaze having become steady and firm: "Grand Elder, uncles, I have understood our clan's true origin. This place is the foundation of our clan's rise, but it is by no means the end."

He left behind some basic Immortal Ancient methods suitable for the clansmen to Cultivate, arranged the clan's affairs, and properly hid the Ancestral Land again.

When he reappeared in the Southern Region and met up with Xiao Ruobai and the others, his temperament was completely different.

He had a bit less of his former urgency and more of the calm and depth originating from his ancient Bloodline.

But what was even more striking was that naturally radiating, faint majesty.

It was as if he were no longer just a powerful Yao Race Prodigy, but a walking Incarnation of some older, more noble existence.

"Master, my business is finished. Let's return to the Sect."

Mo Yu spoke, his voice calm yet carrying a peculiar rhythm, as if it could draw in the thin Auspicious Qi in the surrounding world.

Xiao Ruobai's gaze fell on Mo Yu, a flash of an indiscernible light in his eyes.

He keenly perceived that Mo Yu had not only broken through to the Saint King Realm in cultivation, but his life essence seemed to have undergone some indescribable leap, and the fusion of his Dao Rhyme and the world's Laws was deeper and more natural.