The steps alone are hundreds of feet high.

Standing at the bottom of the steps is like facing a cliff that is difficult to climb.

There are nine steps in total, and each step has a mythical beast engraving corresponding to a certain race.

The first tier is jade white, with a lifelike white lion carved on it. Each lion is a king of the lion clan, a being that looks down on the world, yet it is trampled underfoot by the Qilin.

Further up, there are the Nine-Ridged Immortal Leopard, the Four-Colored Divine Elephant... each one is a legendary ferocious beast.

Chen Tianwen climbed upwards step by step.

Feel the vast and desolate aura emanating from these divine carvings.

My heart was filled with immense excitement.

Before countless ages ago.

The Qilin, stepping on these mythical beast patterns, walked step by step to the palace, receiving the worship of all demons and looking down upon the world.

Time flies, and years bring vicissitudes.

The once glorious capital of Qilin Kingdom is now nothing but ruins.

Only this Qilin Hall stands here, proclaiming its former glory to the world.

Soon, Chen Tianwen stood in front of the main hall.

Although it's called a main hall, it's more like an altar for worshipping heaven. It has no walls or roof; the Qilin is born with the ability to summon wind and rain, so it doesn't need such things as a disguise.

The platform was surrounded by a deep purple cloud, filled with spiritual energy and auspicious light, resembling a fairyland.

These purple clouds are all marks left by generations of Purple Qilin.

Even after thousands of years, these marks have not faded.

Just standing on the outer edge of the platform, Chen Tianwen felt a vast and desolate aura emanating from it.

It felt as if we had been transported back to the ancient times, to the most prosperous period of the Qilin Kingdom.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Chen Tianwen parted the rosy clouds and walked deeper into the Qilin Palace.

What came into view was a colossal beast lying on the ground, complete with a dragon's head, deer antlers, ox ears, horse hooves, tiger's tail, and unicorn's body. Its body towered into the clouds, enormous, like a purple giant mountain lying across the earth, constantly radiating a profound, sacred, and sublime aura.

"This is a purple Qilin!"

Chen Tianwen was shocked, and all his muscles tensed up.

He had considered all sorts of things that might appear inside the main hall, but he never expected that there would be a Qilin inside.

A Qilin, an ancient mythical beast, the king who rules this land.

Even he himself wasn't sure.

However, upon closer inspection, Chen Tianwen...

But they discovered that the imposing Qilin before them had already lost all life.

"This Qilin... is dead!"

Chen Tianwen frowned, his wariness lessening somewhat.

The Qilin's corpse lay there for countless ages, yet it remained lifelike, its purple scales still shimmering, mysterious runes flashing intermittently, and its dragon horns sharp and menacing, reflecting a chilling light.

Its unparalleled aura emanated, displaying its magnificence, solemnity, and boundless power.

Even though this legendary divine beast had been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, it still possessed extraordinary power, naturally giving Chen Tianwen a feeling that it was not to be trifled with.

Chen Tianwen released his divine sense to investigate the condition of the Qilin corpse.

However, before his consciousness could leave his sea of ​​consciousness, he felt an overwhelming pressure coming from him.

Although the Qilin is dead, it still retains its aura and cannot be casually explored.

Since divine sense is unusable, the only way to contact this Qilin is to personally go forward and investigate.

But Chen Tianwen didn't want to do that.

These ancient mythical beasts were incredibly terrifying beings in their lifetimes.

Who knows if it left itself a way out before it died?

If you end up with a curse on yourself, that would be terrible.

"Let's go look around somewhere else."

Make up your mind

Chen Tianwen bypassed the Qilin's corpse.

Explore the past in other places.

As the dwelling place of the ancient Qilin, the platform was built to be magnificent and vast, stretching as far as the eye could see.

It took Chen Tianwen half a day to browse the entire platform.

But to everyone's surprise

Such a large platform, yet not a single hair.

This is not an exaggeration by Chen Tianwen.

Apart from the Qilin corpse, the platform was spotless, with nothing left.

This not only greatly disappointed Chen Tianwen.

He returned to the vicinity of the lifelike Qilin corpse.

"It seems the Purple-Winged Scaled Ape King was right; there really is only the legacy left by the Qilin in the main hall..."

Looking at the sacred Qilin corpse that resembled a mountain, Chen Tianwen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

I went through so much trouble to explore the secret realm and enter the palace.

So, they ended up leaving empty-handed?

"No, we can't go back like this!"

Chen Tianwen looked up, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

The Purple-Winged Scaled Ape King said that the main hall contains the legacy left to future generations of pure-blooded Qilin.

Then the inheritance must be from the Qilin corpse.

Since it is left to future generations, it must be passed down.

That shouldn't leave any curse.

After all, no one would poison their own child's food.

Besides, thieves never leave empty-handed. Bah! It's clearly a matter of fate that this Qilin corpse is connected to me.

After some thought, Chen Tianwen finally made up his mind.

He gritted his teeth, resisted the oppressive aura, and approached the Qilin corpse.

The closer you get to the inside, the heavier the Qilin's oppressive aura becomes.

Although the Qilin was dead, the pressure it exuded made it difficult for Chen Tianwen, a top-tier Nascent Soul cultivator, to get close.

Even though his body had already undergone the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Silkworm and the Great Sun Cave Heaven Scripture.

But even under this heavy pressure, it still crackled and creaked.

In the end, the oppressive aura seemed to solidify into a tangible form.

Chen Tianwen felt as if he were carrying a huge mountain on his back, and every step he took was incredibly heavy.

Finally, Chen Tianwen persevered through gritted teeth.

He touched a scale on the Qilin's claw.

However, at that very moment, endless purple lightning suddenly erupted from the boundless void surrounding the ruins.

Boom, boom, boom.

A deafening thunderclap resounded throughout the entire secret realm.

Whether human or demon, at this moment, they all looked up at the sky.

Countless bolts of lightning intertwined, like wild snakes dancing wildly, as if it were the end of the world.

"Such terrifying lightning! Is the secret realm about to be destroyed?"

Shu Yiyao stared in shock at the sea of ​​lightning in the sky; she had never heard of such a thing from her elders.

Fear was evident in the eyes of the Purple-Winged Scaled Ape King.

“The Thunder of Blasphemy… it’s the Thunder of Blasphemy…” He stared dumbfounded at the lightning in the sky.

According to the memories passed down from our ancestors, this thunder only appears when someone desecrates the Qilin.

In the distant ancient times, mythical beasts were the darlings of heaven and earth.

Any being that disrespects the divine beast will be struck by lightning from the heavens as a sign of blasphemy.

However, with the disappearance of the divine beasts, this kind of blasphemous lightning has become extremely rare.

But……

The Purple-Winged Scaled Ape King suddenly turned his head to look at the Qilin Palace, which was enveloped by a golden array.

A look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

"He...he's trying to obtain the Qilin's inheritance!"

In this ruin where divine beasts have vanished, the only one capable of triggering the blasphemous lightning is Chen Tianwen within the Qilin Palace.