Qiyin paused and whispered, "You didn't bring me with you."
The paper dolls tilted their heads, not understanding what Qiyin was saying.
Qiyin turned around and bent down, picked them up one by one, folded them, and put them in another box, which also contained the things Yun Wuya had given him over the years, including a storage ring notebook, constantly updated anti-fraud routines, and the safety talisman.
The moment the box closed, Qi faintly heard the sound of a paper doll coming from inside.
"Brother Qi, it's getting dark. Do you want Wuya to tell you a story?"
"No……"
Qiyin blinked his sore eyes. The storyteller was no longer around, and the stories he used to never get tired of listening to became boring.
He turned and left Leiyuan, sealing the two boxes in a huge Qilin tree.
Afterwards, he returned to Thunder Plain and walked to the crack.
He now understood what this crack was. The aura coming from the crack was the same as that at the entrance of the Realm Horned Demon, so this was a dark abyss crack.
It turns out that the Qilin clan also has such things. Do the Dragon and Phoenix clans also have them?
Are their holy relics still there?
Qiyin didn't know and had no way of knowing.
He only knew that as the last member of the Qilin clan, he could not allow this crack to expand to the outside world no matter what.
Without the holy weapon, he can only fill it with his life.
But his life alone was not important enough, so Qiyin placed the tablets of the Qilin clan's ancestors around the crack and knelt down.
"Ancestors, please bless your unworthy descendants to successfully seal this place and prevent it from bringing disaster to the people."
There was a rumble of thunder in the sky, and the tablets were shattered one by one by the thunder. Familiar shadows floated out from them, like the portraits hanging in the ancestral hall.
The phantoms merged together and turned into a purple light that penetrated into Qiyin's body.
At that moment, Qiyin felt that all the luck of the Qilin clan was weighing on him.
Qiyin closed his eyes and recited the mantra silently.
"Heaven and earth are my witnesses, and our ancestors are my witnesses. Now I, Qilin, seal this place in the name of the Qilin clan leader."
"From now on, there will be no more Qilin Clan in Canglan."
As the last word fell, the thunder in the sky became more frequent, and Qiyin was already crying like rain.
He brought the entire Thunderfield and filled the crack without hesitation.
From then on, there was no more Qilin tribe and no more Leiyuan in Canglan Continent.
Qiyin thought that if there was an afterlife, he would no longer be a member of the Qilin clan.
If there is an afterlife, he hopes that he can have his parents by his side.
If that is not possible, it would be fine to have a brother like Yun Wuzhou who loves his siblings, or a brother like Yun Wuya who is as lovely as him.
If this doesn't work, then having a fellow disciple like Senior Brother Xie will do.
Yun Wuya said that the fellow disciples in the sect were actually similar to his own brothers.
He didn't want to be alone anymore.
In a trance, Qiyin seemed to hear his mother's dying words again.
"Xiao Yin, live well."
Mother, I'm sorry.
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