843: Chapter 844 The Qilin King

The rumbling within the Chaos thoroughly subsided, and the dark Origin drifting across the sky was gradually cleansed by immortal power.

The Black Abyss Realm, which had stood since ancient times and oppressed the heavens for endless years, was completely erased from existence from this day forward, leaving no trace behind.

Daoist Purple Bamboo sheathed his sword and stood, the shallow scar left by the backlash on his palm still tingling faintly, sending waves of slight, stinging pain.

He raised his eyes to look toward the former core of the Black Abyss, suddenly waving his wide sleeve as his sea-like Divine Thought swept out, covering the heavens and earth.

He meticulously swept across every floating, shattered remnant of the continent.

Just now, when he split open the boundary wall of the Black Abyss Realm with his sword, he had captured an extremely obscure yet boundlessly eerie and terrifying aura in the deepest depths of the world origin.

That was the devil lord's Dao Rhyme, unique to the Progenitor of the Black Abyss; there was absolutely no mistaking it.

Yet now, after searching the entire area of ruins, that aura which should have been there had vanished into thin air, as if it had never existed.

Daoist Purple Bamboo frowned slightly, a trace of doubt rising in his heart.

He suddenly turned his head, his gaze falling upon the white-robed figure standing with his hands behind his back, looking completely indifferent.

Just as the battle was at its most intense, he had sensed a fluctuation far exceeding the Heavenly Emperor Realm erupt beyond the endless Chaos, only to quickly dissipate.

At that moment, Gu Changge had just happened to briefly disappear from the battlefield for a short while.

As if sensing something, Gu Changge turned around and met Daoist Purple Bamboo's questioning gaze.

Gu Changge instantly understood Purple Bamboo's doubt. Without a word, he simply nodded slightly.

With just this single gesture, Daoist Purple Bamboo felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head.

In other words, in that split second, Changge had not only discovered the escape of the Progenitor of the Black Abyss,

but had also personally intercepted him, and in all likelihood, had already made him pay a devastating price.

The terrifying aura that the Progenitor of the Black Abyss had previously leaked, even if just a sliver, had made him—who had already achieved a Breakthrough to the fourth layer of the Heaven-Reaching Realm—feel a massive threat.

Yet Changge had only left alone for a brief moment, and yet...

At this thought, stormy waves surged in Daoist Purple Bamboo's heart.

"Just how strong has this kid become?!"

The Mortal youth he had picked up twenty years ago had now actually stood at a height that he himself had to look up to.

But he quickly suppressed the shock and doubt in his heart. The overall situation had only just been settled, and now was not the time for reminiscing or questioning.

His gaze turned back to the ruins of the Black Abyss Realm. His sword-holding arm relaxed slightly, and the tension that had gripped his shoulders for a million years was finally completely released.

For these past million years, he had guarded the border of the Immortal Domain, fighting countless bloody battles, using his sword countless times to block the overwhelming devilish tide of the Black Abyss.

Watching with his own eyes as Fellow Daoists of his generation died in pools of blood, and countless younger-generation Cultivators were buried in the Chaos—it was a history of suppression, endurance, fierce battles, and steadfast defense.

Heavy layers of pressure had accumulated deep within his Dao Heart, never relaxing for even a single moment.

Until today, when he slew two devils with one sword, witnessing the annihilation of the Black Abyss with his own strength, his million-year wish was finally fulfilled.

"The million-year scourge of the Abyss Devils is finally ended today."

Daoist Purple Bamboo murmured softly. His voice was calm, yet it carried a long-awaited sense of relief; between his words was the lightness of having laid down a burden of ages.

Behind him, the entire Immortal Domain Coalition thoroughly boiled with excitement at this moment.

There were no earth-shattering roars, no clamorous ecstasy; instead, there was a long-suppressed, suddenly erupting tremor and hot tears.

Countless immortal soldiers and divine generals tightly gripped the immortal swords and battle spears in their hands, their fingertips trembling slightly, hot glowing light welling up in their eyes.

How many Cultivators had guarded the border for generations, their ancestors buried in the devilish disasters of the Black Abyss? How many Sects had been destroyed and wiped out due to the dark catastrophe? How many years had been spent suffering through endless confrontations and bloody, desperate defenses?

The dark oppression spanning a million years was completely swept away today.

The haze and dread that had weighed heavily on the hearts of the immortal Cultivators of the heavens for a million years were entirely dispersed at this moment.

Some quietly shed tears—it was the gratitude of surviving a disaster, the emotion of comforting the spirits of the martyrs, and the relief of finally seeing the dawn.

Countless gazes gathered together upon two figures: Gu Changge, who stood calmly with an indifferent aura, and Daoist Purple Bamboo, who was upright and possessed a transcendent Sword Intent.

The Heavenly Emperor of Tai Chu sighed deeply, his eyes filled with the vicissitudes of life and gratification. He slowly raised his hand and called out in a loud voice:

"The Black Abyss is annihilated, and the devilish scourge is eradicated! Peace returns to the Immortal Domain, a blessing for all living beings!"

His voice echoed through the Chaos, resounding in all directions.

All the Cultivators of the Immortal Domain bowed together, their voices roaring like a vast wave, shaking the nothingness: 'Peace returns to the Immortal Domain, a blessing for all living beings!'

The shouts layered upon one another, carrying a million years of humiliation, bloody battles, steadfast defense, and glory, washing over this war-torn Chaos Void.

Gu Changge stood to one side, quietly watching the scene before him, his expression shifting slightly.

Daoist Purple Bamboo composed himself, his voice calm yet clearly reaching the entire coalition:

"Pass down the order: clean up the battlefield, harvest the resources, and in three days, the entire army will withdraw to the Immortal Domain."

With the military order issued, everyone dispersed one after another, heartily sweeping through this shattered Void Realm.

The Black Abyss had stood in the world for ages, its foundation boundlessly vast. Even if its realm body had collapsed and been destroyed,

countless devil source divine crystals, ancient devil materials, damaged supreme treasures, and Origin fragments still remained within the floating wreckage, all of which were priceless, peerless resources.

The crowd bent down to gather and search, no longer living humbly in desperate defense as in the past, but experiencing the sheer thrill of conquering the darkness and trampling the devil court.

The suppression, grief, indignation, and bloody endurance accumulated over a million years were all vented out in this collection of spoils.

At this time, however, the Qilin Immortal Emperor stood high in the sky, his gaze moving along with Mo Yu's figure.

Ever since the battle was at its peak, he had noticed that extremely familiar trace of Qilin imperial blood.

At that time, surrounded by powerful enemies and lethal moves, he could only force down the shock in his heart and devote himself entirely to the fierce battle.

Now that the Black Abyss was completely destroyed and the smoke had cleared, he could no longer suppress his emotions. His gaze pierced through the noisy crowd, locking firmly onto Mo Yu below.

Mo Yu, who was collecting resources, had just touched a pitch-black devil core with his fingertips when his movements suddenly froze.

A throb originating from the deepest depths of his Soul swept through his entire body without any warning.

His steps paused, and he subconsciously raised his head to meet that tangible gaze coming from high above.

In the next moment—

"Boom!"

With just a distant look at each other, the dormant ancient Qilin Bloodline within Mo Yu's body suddenly boiled!

Like a volcano that had been Sealed for ages, it erupted with a bang at this moment.

Blood surged and roared in his veins, his bones and muscles chimed together, and his internal organs were all washed and baptized by an ancient and sacred power at this instant.

After receiving the Legacy from the ancestral land, those ancestral memories branded deep within his Divine Soul surged up violently like a bursting torrent at this moment!

Within his Sea of Consciousness, blurred yet majestic figures of Qilins stepped through the air; there were giant beasts roaring to the heavens and tearing the sky apart,

and emperors sitting in heavenly palaces ruling over all beasts. Those glorious scenes that had long been annihilated in the long river of history were now so vivid they seemed within arm's reach.

"Roar—"

A low, suppressed Qilin cry uncontrollably escaped from Mo Yu's throat.

The golden-red true fire around his body flared up uncontrollably, blazing furiously. The golden Qilin pattern on his forehead, which had been hidden, now shone as bright as a blazing sun, with complex Dao patterns flowing through it.

And the owner of that gaze, the Qilin King, exuded an aura that shared the same root and Origin as his, yet was countlessly more vast and boundless.

It was a primordial mountain-like charm, settled through the ages and tempered in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

It was precisely the inviolable, majestic charm belonging solely to the ancestors of the Qilin clan in his Legacy memories!

"Ancestor..."

Mo Yu's pupils shrank abruptly as he murmured those two words in a low voice.

His voice carried a hint of unbelievable trembling; that high-and-mighty ancient figure in the Legacy scenes was actually gradually merging with the slightly weathered figure before him.

Stormy waves instantly surged in his heart. A million years of clan displacement, the weight of the ancestral land's Legacy, and the resonance deep within his Bloodline at this moment intertwined into a massive net, trapping him tightly.

He stood in place, unable to move for a long time, only the golden pattern on his forehead shining with great brilliance, reflecting his eyes which were filled with shock and bewilderment.

With a shift of his body, the Qilin King slowly stepped down from the high sky.

His pressure, which was originally as vast as a mountain, was now retracted extremely gently.

He came to a halt in front of Mo Yu. In those eyes that had seen all the vicissitudes of life and had long been accustomed to slaughter, there was actually a hint of cautious trembling at this moment.

Mo Yu looked at that slightly weathered face. The phantom of the ancestor in his Sea of Consciousness overlapped with the actual Immortal Master before him time and again. His throat felt as if it were blocked by something, and he murmured in a low voice:

"Ancestor, is it you...?"