Chapter 25: Mu Yao Sui Xing: Huh? What a Coincidence!

Today, the wind in the Qilin Ancestral Land was unusually turbulent.

…

Thirty-six sovereigns stood frozen in the void.

The young and old qilins stared blankly ahead.

Where is the Qilin Sacred Cliff?

Where did our massive Qilin Cliff go?

It was right there just now!

We were mid-meeting, under the gaze of countless eyes, and our Qilin Clan’s Sacred Cliff vanished!

Curiosity, confusion, panic—many gazes converged on the White Tiger Divine Lord at the front.

The White Tiger Divine Lord’s face was grim.

His eyes blazed with fury, those tiger eyes like two burning stars.

“Who?!”

At last, the White Tiger Divine Lord’s rage erupted from his chest—he roared to the heavens: “Who did this!!!”

The tiger’s roar shook the heavens, whipping up furious winds.

Ten thousand trees trembled and rustled.

Continuous roars echoed through the Buzhou Mountains.

Now, the winds throughout heaven and earth had grown chaotic.

Above the Nameless Sea.

Watching the Qilin Sacred Cliff remain motionless so close by, the anxious Yinghuo Supreme Lord exhaled deeply.

He patted his chest in relief, saying: “Seems like there’s no danger.”

“Friend, your Emperor’s Dwelling really works!”

Only Xiang Xuanqing’s expression shifted from initial caution to confusion.

“The shape of this mountain… it looks familiar!”

He checked again and again.

Isn’t this the Qilin Clan’s Sacred Cliff?!

Xiang Xuanqing gave Yinghuo Supreme Lord a strange look.

“Friend…”

“What is it?”

Yinghuo Supreme Lord stepped onto the Qilin Cliff—he paced back and forth, feeling how spacious the place was.

Suddenly, he spotted a massive war drum.

Yinghuo Supreme Lord turned back and called: “Jidu, come quick! I found something amazing!”

Xiang Xuanqing followed up to look.

Well, well!

One of the Qilin Clan’s ancestral divine artifacts—the Qilin War Drum.

“We’re done for!”

“You’re in deep trouble!”

Xiang Xuanqing felt a faint tremor coming from the distant void.

His expression changed instantly.

He stepped forward without hesitation and grabbed Yinghuo Supreme Lord’s sleeve.

“Let’s go—now!”

“The Qilin Clan’s hotheads are coming!”

Yinghuo Supreme Lord blinked in surprise. “Why would they come after us? I didn’t provoke… wait!”

He slowly looked down at the smooth cliff face, his mouth twitching violently: “No way…”

“To summon both the Qilin Clan’s Sacred Cliff and its artifact—friend, you’ve truly perfected your divine art.”

Xiang Xuanqing raised his hand and retrieved the Chaos Demon’s head above the Nameless Sea.

At the same time, light flowed beneath his feet.

The Boat of Passage swiftly carried them away.

Just then, the world’s barrier was breached.

From the shattered sky, two enormous hands reached through the crack.

The White Tiger Divine Lord rode the wind, tearing open the World-Protecting Array with overwhelming power.

“The Wind Spirits told me the thief hiding here… hey, you two, don’t run!”

The White Tiger Divine Lord, having arrived in this realm, still tried to maintain his divine dignity.

Then.

He saw a streak of light shoot out from the Nameless Sea.

The Tiger Lord instantly panicked.

His tiger eyes widened, and he roared:

“Stop right there!”

“STOP!!”

“Guys, they’re gone—hurry up!” The White Tiger Divine Lord’s voice boomed like thunder, each word brimming with boundless power.

As the White Tiger Divine Lord’s fury escalated, the clouds above began to churn.

Thunder cracked, lightning flashed, and gales howled.

It seemed as if all of heaven and earth could not bear this wrath.

The sea reversed its flow, the ground shook violently, distant mountains trembled as if the very order of the world had shattered.

“Hurry!”

“Stop them!”

“You think you can run after stealing from the Qilin Clan?!”

Behind the White Tiger Divine Lord, countless figures surged into this realm.

The Cloud Deer Divine Lord reversed through time and space, stepping nine times.

Beneath his feet, auspicious clouds formed, carrying him straight after the Boat of Passage.

The other Divine Lords also deployed their own methods.

Some transformed into rainbows in pursuit, others took their true forms to block the way, still others used the power of their divine treasures to attack.

“The Sacred Cliff is here!”

“The Qilin Drum is here too!”

Two other figures crossed realms and stepped onto the Qilin Cliff.

Seeing the Qilin War Drum intact, the two Divine Lords sighed in relief.

“The Sacred Cliff and the artifact are both safe—no need to rush.”

“Besides, Bingbing and the others are already chasing them—we’re not needed.”

“Little White, hurry and calculate—can you trace their origins?!”

“Got it.”

A few more Divine Lords arrived lazily.

They chatted and laughed along the way.

One Divine Lord spotted Xiang Xuanqing and the other from afar—his mouth twitched: “Yinghuo and Jidu!”

Even if those familiar figures were reduced to ashes, he’d recognize them!

This Divine Lord was no one else.

He was none other than Mu Yao Sui Xing, the Fourth Seat of Taiwei Yuan!

Or rather, a Dao Body of Mu Yao Sui Xing.

At this moment, he wore a single horn atop his head and five tails behind him, swaying lazily.

In the west of the Honghuang, on Zhang’e Mountain, there is a beast: its form resembles a crimson leopard, with five tails and one horn, its cry like striking stone.

Its name: Zheng!

Mu Yao Sui Xing, in his true form as the progenitor of Zheng, lounged comfortably, one hand resting on the shoulder of a nearby Divine Lord, saying:

“Little White, among us all, your Tianji Art is peerless.”

“So, have you figured anything out yet?”

Mu Yao Sui Xing smiled warmly at his companion.

In the east of the Honghuang, there is a beast: its head is tiger-like, with red hair and horns, its body like a dragon.

Its name: Bai Ze!

This Dao Body of Mu Yao Sui Xing had an excellent relationship with the divine beast Bai Ze.

Bai Ze Divine Lord had the face of a youth, his gaze clear, his expression shyly smiling.

“I observed this world—it appears to be a temporary outpost of some sacred entity. The world’s rules were specially altered; no traces can be calculated.”

“Is that so?”

Mu Yao Sui Xing gazed at the heavens, a faint smile curling at his lips.

He shook his head with a soft sigh.

“That would be such a pity!”

In another direction, a Divine Lord wandered above the Nameless Sea under the pretense of surveying the worlds.

Her gaze occasionally flickered toward the void.

“I wondered who had the audacity to provoke the Qilin Clan—so it’s her.”

“Chi Xiao’s elder sister, the leader of the Tiannan Phoenix Clan—Yuan Huang!”

Houtu’s eyes gleamed.

She wore a palace robe, her demeanor elegant and unhurried, as she softly transmitted a message to her Dao body.

“The Qilin Clan’s plan has been announced…”

“Understood!”

(End of Chapter)