Do you really understand the Qilin Sacred Bone?

Seeing Chen Tianwen fly straight up the snow mountain, Hua Ling finally couldn't help but speak.

"I would like to hear the details!"

Chen Tianwen didn't turn his head back, and his flying speed didn't decrease at all.

"You know nothing about this, yet you dare to bet with me that you can refine the Qilin Sacred Bone?"

Hua Ling's voice was slightly annoyed; she hadn't expected Chen Tianwen to be such an impulsive person. She continued, "..."

"The Qilin is a divine beast, but not every Qilin bone can be called a sacred bone!"

Chen Tianwen slowed down a bit and listened quietly to Hua Ling's story.

"Do you know what can be called a sacred object? Even in the Immortal Realm, there are definitely no more than five people who can reach the Saint level!"

"That's an existence that surpasses even the Great Emperor, do you understand?"

Hua Ling's voice sounded excited, and her curvaceous body rose and fell with excitement, arousing the imagination.

Chen Tianwen finally stopped flying and looked at the painting spirit solemnly, saying:

"You should know that I am a spiritual cultivator from another cultivation world. There, the path to heaven is severed, and even cultivators at the Void Refinement stage exist only in legends. Therefore, I don't know how unattainable the Saint rank you speak of is, nor how far removed the existence beyond the Great Emperor you speak of truly is. However, I firmly believe that I can achieve it!"

Chen Tianwen's firm words startled Hua Ling slightly, and she then spoke with some anger:

"When the Demon God was alive, he was a Great Emperor. Now, he has been dead for tens of thousands of years and is only a part of his body. His immortal power has long since dried up, yet he still possesses his current might. Can you imagine how easy it is to refine the sacred bones left behind by an existence that surpasses even a Great Emperor?"

Chen Tianwen stopped arguing with Hua Ling about the issue and continued flying towards the mountaintop.

Hua Lingqi stomped her feet in frustration, but could only follow behind Chen Tianwen.

Before even reaching the summit, Chen Tianwen felt the Qilin inheritance within his body rapidly circulating, and his blood was also boiling.

Upon reaching the mountaintop and seeing the Qilin Sacred Bone, even Chen Tianwen was somewhat surprised!

There was a golden bone, only the size of a palm.

But when it landed on this huge snow, it actually pressed a huge ravine into the snow-capped mountain.

Chen Tianwen could even sense that the entire mountain was constantly sinking into the ground.

Although the rate of descent is slow, it has been continuous.

Chen Tianwen knew that it was because this Qilin sacred bone was too heavy, and the mountain peak simply could not bear its weight, which was why it was pressed down and sank into the ground.

Only then did Chen Tianwen realize how terrifying the Qilin Sacred Bone was.

A bone no bigger than the palm of your hand could crush a mountain. Chen Tianwen could hardly imagine how terrifying this Qilin would be if it were alive!

It's laughable that those demonic cultivators actually dared to dream of obtaining this Qilin Sacred Bone and refining it to strengthen themselves.

Even at a distance of ten thousand meters from the Qilin Sacred Bone, Chen Tianwen could feel the immense pressure emanating from it.

Chen Tianwen knew that it was the residual power of the Qilin. If it were an ordinary seventh-level demonic cultivator, his body would probably not be able to withstand the pressure and would be crushed into dust!

The painting spirit, looking at the Qilin Sacred Bone, exclaimed in surprise:

"These are truly the sacred bones left behind by the Qilin Holy Lord!"

"The Holy Lord of Qilin?"

Chen Tianwen asked curiously, as if the painting spirit knew many secrets, and Chen Tianwen took the opportunity to try and get some information out of the painting spirit.

Hua Ling didn't care, because these things weren't secrets in the Immortal Realm; any large family or power would know.

So it wouldn't hurt to tell Chen Tianwen.

The spirit slowly spoke, as if recalling an ancient memory.

"Legend has it that the Holy Lord of the Qilin is a variant of the Qilin divine beast, namely the Purple Ink Qilin!"

"Because he was different from the golden unicorns in the family, he was ostracized by the family from a young age. Later, through unremitting efforts, he finally reached the Saint rank."

"But I don't know why he perished later. I always thought that the demon god just threw out ordinary Qilin bones to impersonate the sacred Qilin bones. I never expected that it was actually real!"

Chen Tianwen nodded. Although the Qilin Sacred Bone was now exuding a terrifying aura, since he had come all this way, there was no reason for him to leave empty-handed.

Chen Tianwen abandoned flying and landed on the snow, walking step by step toward the Qilin Sacred Bone.

Although his steps were slow, Chen Tianwen's every step was very steady, and he was not greatly affected by the Qilin Sacred Bone.

Hua Ling watched Chen Tianwen from afar and did not follow.

10,000 meters, 8,000 meters, 5,000 meters!

As Chen Tianwen got closer to the Qilin Sacred Bone, the pressure he felt increased, and he could only grit his teeth and persevere.

Three thousand meters, two thousand meters, one thousand meters!

Finally, when he was a thousand meters away from the Qilin Sacred Bone, the pressure became so real that Chen Tianwen had to activate the Qilin Inheritance to barely withstand it.

Chen Tianwen could only move half a meter with each step, but he was getting closer and closer to the Qilin Sacred Bone.

Chen Tianwen couldn't imagine how the Demon God could subdue the Qilin Sacred Bone under such immense pressure. Although the Demon God couldn't refine the Qilin Sacred Bone, the fact that he could control it was enough to prove his current power.

What Chen Tianwen didn't know was that this immense pressure was only directed at him.

Perhaps if it were any other cultivator, such immense pressure would not have been generated!

Chen Tianwen gritted his teeth and persevered; now he was only 500 meters away from the Qilin Sacred Bone.

Chen Tianwen also pushed the Qilin inheritance to its limit, and even a faint black Qilin phantom appeared behind him, which was the Qilin that Chen Tianwen received the inheritance from.

When Hua Ling saw the phantom of the Qilin behind Chen Tianwen, her small mouth slightly agape in surprise (though the mouth was not visible), and she sighed inwardly:

"So he already had a connection with the Qilin clan. No wonder he was so confident that he could refine the Qilin Sacred Bone!"

As the phantom of the Qilin appeared behind Chen Tianwen, the originally immovable Qilin Sacred Bones began to tremble.

Moreover, the frequency of the shaking increased, and finally a golden light shot out from the Qilin Sacred Bone, which then floated in the air.

The pressure on Chen Tianwen also began to increase exponentially. With each step forward, he left a huge crater in the solid mountain rocks.

It was a kind of bloodline pressure that made people submit. Chen Tianwen tried his best to control himself from kneeling down, and he could even hear his bones cracking as they were pressed down.

Chen Tianwen used all his skills to resist the pressure, and blood trickled from the corners of his eyes and mouth, and his eyes even became somewhat unfocused!

The Qilin Sacred Bone slowly flew towards Chen Tianwen. The closer it got, the greater the pressure Chen Tianwen felt.

Chen Tianwen gritted his teeth and stared intently at the Qilin Sacred Bone, his teeth even cracking slightly!