"road……"
Bai Hao murmured the word softly, his mind racing.
To become the unspeakable, one must find one's own path.
But where is his path?
Is it to find the Sun God? Or is it to return to the Divine Radiance Continent?
Bai Hao didn't know if this could be considered his path.
"Young man, let me give you a piece of advice: don't be too fixated on some things. When the time comes, the fog ahead will dissipate. If you insist on venturing in, the consequences may be completely different from what you expect." Tianhuo's voice carried a sigh, like an experienced warning from a predecessor to a successor after a long journey.
"The path you want to take is not one you can simply walk whenever you want. If the time is not right, no matter how persistent you are, in the end you will only end up with nothing and suffer a loss."
These last words were Tianhuo's admonition, or even a warning, to Bai Hao.
Bai Hao fell silent.
After a long while, he slowly bowed to the gate and said in a low voice, "Thank you, senior."
"Hahaha, why are you thanking me? I haven't helped you at all. You should leave as soon as possible. This is not a place you should stay." Tianhuo's hearty laughter came from behind the door, as if he had already let go and had no regrets.
After a moment of silence, Bai Hao simply turned and left.
He didn't try to release the heavenly fire; there was nothing he could do. So, he could only express his gratitude to the heavenly fire in his heart.
There is no other way.
Leaving the crater, looking around into the distance, the lonely clouds and the occasional gentle breeze added a touch of coolness to the chilly summit of Kunlun Mountain.
"Now only the sacred ground of the Qilin clan remains..."
Muttering to himself, Bai Hao looked up into the distance and flew towards the sacred land of the last divine beast race...
He wanted to see the former sites of the three divine beasts. Perhaps the sacred land of the Qilin clan, like that of the Divine Phoenix clan, would have one or two immortal beings remaining.
...
The sacred land of the Qilin clan is a secluded red forest located in the southern part of the continent. The vast forest is as if it has been stained with blood, and from a distance, it looks as red as fire.
Upon arriving at the Red Forest, Bai Hao could feel the extremely rich spiritual energy surrounding him. Just standing there, the spiritual energy floating around him seemed to want to penetrate his body.
As the former sacred land of the Qilin clan, this place naturally possesses abundant spiritual energy. However, now, Qilin no longer roam here. Although the spiritual energy here is rich, it is not something ordinary people can absorb.
The Qilin clan was annihilated by the Sun God and his Yang Riders in this very Red Forest. The resentment of the entire Qilin clan lingers in the surrounding area. Bai Hao even saw many huge, strangely shaped skeletons that were clearly not human.
It can only be the remains of the Qilin clan.
And this red forest may have been stained red by the blood of the Qilin, which is why it looks like this now.
As I slowly walked through the red forest, the cold wind howled all around, creating a strange atmosphere. It was as if countless wronged souls were screaming in my ears, demanding my life.
Even faintly, one could see hazy, misty souls drifting out of the forest, their shapes quite strange; they were not human, but the souls of the Qilin clan.
They died here, and their vengeful spirits linger. Anyone who comes here will be frightened away by them.
Just like the Sea of Death for the True Dragon Clan and Mount Kunlun for the Divine Phoenix Clan.
The sacred grounds of the three divine beasts each have their own restrictions, and even though they have perished, not just anyone can enter their sacred grounds.
The restriction imposed by the Qilin clan is on the souls of the dead; the chilling resentment alone is something that ordinary people cannot withstand.
But Bai Hao is no ordinary person.
He walked calmly through the red forest, surrounded by an invisible aura. No matter how the vengeful spirits of the Qilin tried to attack, they could not affect him.
They even gradually sensed the powerful pressure emanating from Bai Hao; even though he was dead, they still felt a threat deep within their souls…
In the end, they wisely stopped bothering Bai Hao.
Because they have feelings, if Bai Hao wanted, he could still torment them even if they were dead...
Seeing that the surrounding Qilin spirits had stopped bothering him, Bai Hao remained silent.
The Qilin clan's greatest strength lies in their soul power; even if their physical bodies perish, their souls do not easily vanish. When the Sun God led his Yang Cavalry to conquer the Qilin clan, although he destroyed a large portion of the Qilin and their souls with his solar lightning, many still escaped.
However, because the souls of the Qilin did not retain much power after their death, the Sun God did not exterminate them afterward. Instead, he allowed them to remain there, watching helplessly as his sacred land gradually fell into ruin over time.
This punishment is more effective than simply eliminating them.
After passing through the red forest, the space suddenly opened up, and Bai Hao saw a circular open area where a huge stone statue platform stood, weathered by time.
"Is that a sacred artifact of the Qilin clan?"
Muttering to himself, Bai Hao walked to the circular stone platform.
The stone platform is simple, carved from some kind of blood-red jade. Below it is a low stone slab, and above it is a huge circular flat surface, which at first glance looks a bit like a dining table.
But this is not a dining table; it is a genuine sacred artifact of the Qilin clan. It is said that this stone platform was originally a huge piece of white jade. Each Qilin clan chief would leave a drop of his blood on it, and over time, the white jade has been dyed into blood jade.
As Bai Hao gently stroked the stone platform with his palm, he could feel the ancient meaning contained within it.
Just then, a ray of sunlight fell from the sky and landed precisely on the blood jade stone.
In an instant, a dazzling light suddenly shone on the huge blood jade platform, and a powerful aura burst forth from it.
Bai Hao frowned and immediately took two steps back, watching as a blurry shadow suddenly rose from the blood jade platform—it was a blurry shadow, not human. Although it wasn't very obvious, one could still see that Ying Ziying had prominent horns, so it must be a Qilin.
He might even be the patriarch of a Qilin clan.
"It's truly rare for a human like you to be able to come here," the shadow said slowly, its voice deep yet weak, as if it had almost lost all its vitality.
"Are you the patriarch of the Qilin clan?"
Looking at the soul before him, Bai Hao spoke slowly.
If she wasn't mistaken, this should be like the Heavenly Fire, an immortal and indestructible existence.
"That's right, I was indeed once the patriarch of the Qilin clan, but as time has passed, I have even forgotten my own name," the soul sighed softly.
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