Chapter 1221: Qilin Immortal

Within the Fengdu space.

“A fake dares to fight me?!” Meng Jingzhou roared, his entire body ablaze with something resembling flames. This was not actual fire, but rather his abundant qi and blood energy, releasing pure Yang energy that ignited the surrounding spiritual energy. Anything that approached him would be consumed by this pure Yang energy, which was why the Thief King dared not come near Meng Jingzhou.

This phenomenon of burning pure Yang energy had never appeared before. If it had to be named, it could be called the Pure Yang Domain. Naturally, the Shadow Meng Jingzhou manifested a Pure Yin Domain.

Meng Jingzhou’s boxing style was intensely rigid and pure Yang, incredibly dominant. In contrast, the Shadow Meng Jingzhou’s boxing was supremely soft and pure Yin, flowing like water. Their clash of Yin and Yang, like the sun and moon vying for glory, resembled a Tai Chi diagram, leaving onlookers awestruck.

The six shadow figures were heavily injured by the Thief King, and the six former leaders of the Nine Nether Cult quickly secured victory. Mu Baiyi intended to control these corpses to assist Meng Jingzhou. However, the pure Yang and pure Yin energies emanating from Meng Jingzhou’s side were too intense for the corpses to approach, forcing them to watch from a distance.

Fighting a complete opposite of himself, Meng Jingzhou grew increasingly frustrated. While Old Lu was already clashing with a ‘Half-Immortal,’ he was still held back by the tricks created by Divine Lord Si Heng. Whatever move he made, his opponent would respond with its exact opposite.

“I refuse to believe this!” Meng Jingzhou, enraged, ripped off his shirt, ready for a full-scale battle. Then he saw his opponent also starting to strip.

“Don’t you dare imitate that!” Meng Jingzhou, flustered, unleashed his Supreme Pure Yang Dharma Idol, smashing it forward to prevent his opponent from proceeding further.

Just as everyone was engrossed in Meng Jingzhou’s fierce battle, a figure appeared by the altar, stepped onto it, and prepared to unearth the sapling and the nascent form of the Samsara Dao Fruit.

“Who’s there?!” Mu Baiyi was the first to notice the disturbance and roared. The six corpses of the Tribulation Transcending Cult Leaders launched their attacks, unleashing six signature techniques towards the figure. After attacking, Mu Baiyi regretted it; the opponent was too close to the sapling, which might get damaged. However, to Mu Baiyi’s astonishment, when the smoke cleared, both the figure and the sapling were completely unharmed. How did he do that?

“Under His Majesty, the Divine Lord of Survival of the Fittest, you may also call me Divine Lord Si Shi.” Man Gu was startled. Divine Lord Si Shi was the last of the four Divine Lords of the Great Gan Dynasty. Had the Great Gan Dynasty actually sent two Divine Lords to Fengdu space? It was said that Divine Lord Si Shi’s nascent form of the Dao Fruit of Survival of the Fittest was condensed through the power of faith. While his talent was inferior to Divine Lord Si Heng, no one was willing to fight him due to the unique properties of his nascent Dao Fruit. When attacked by the same type of assault a second time, it became difficult for him to be harmed. To fight him, one had to use a different move every single time.

“Then I’ll take this nascent form of the Samsara Dao Fruit. No need to see me out; I know the way.” Divine Lord Si Shi smiled, revealing eight pearly white teeth, and then hoisted the sapling onto his shoulder and ran off.

By the time Mu Baiyi reached the altar, the figure had vanished without a trace.

Divine Lord Si Shi hummed a tune as he left the Fengdu space and arrived in Zhongshan Commandery. He entered a teahouse in Zhongshan Commandery. The teahouse was now deserted, with only one tea customer on the top floor who had not been evacuated. That customer was watching the battle between Lu Yang and Divine Lord Si Heng, surprised that Divine Lord Si Heng was so inept, actually being suppressed by someone from a later generation.

“This young man named Lu Yang is indeed quite extraordinary.” Divine Lord Si Shi bowed his head and clasped his hands: “Reporting to Your Majesty, the nascent form of the Samsara Dao Fruit has been retrieved.” “Oh?” Emperor Zhongtian stopped watching the battle. The outcome between Lu Yang and Divine Lord Si Heng was irrelevant; with the nascent form of the Samsara Dao Fruit in hand, his objective had been achieved.

“Is this truly the nascent form of the Samsara Dao Fruit, which, even after perishing, allows one to live another life if consumed and refined?” Emperor Zhongtian rarely displayed a smile. As the emperor who founded the Great Gan Dynasty and governed the world, Emperor Zhongtian possessed countless rare treasures, yet none were as precious as the nascent form of the Samsara Dao Fruit. He had arrived in Zhongshan Commandery long ago, awaiting the maturation of the Samsara Dao Fruit’s nascent form. The reason he hadn’t personally appeared to retrieve it was due to the psychological trauma left by the Far North. Fearing that Yun Zhi might suddenly appear, he had successively dispatched Divine Lord Si Heng and Divine Lord Si Shi. With the nascent form of the Samsara Dao Fruit in hand, Yun Zhi still hadn’t appeared. It seemed he had been overly cautious.

“Your Majesty, is this nascent form of the Samsara Dao Fruit truly so miraculous? How is it that I’ve never heard of such a thing before?” Divine Lord Si Shi asked curiously. “How could it be fake? This is... that’s not something you should know.” Emperor Zhongtian eagerly reached for the nascent form of the Samsara Dao Fruit, but saw Divine Lord Si Shi retract it. Emperor Zhongtian’s face instantly darkened: “Si Shi, what is the meaning of this?!”

Divine Lord Si Shi merely smiled, as a strange voice emanated from his body. “It means nothing. Only a select few from the Torch Dynasty know about the nascent form of the Samsara Dao Fruit. I want to know how you knew about it!”

Boom— Emperor Zhongtian furiously slammed the tea table, demanding of Divine Lord Si Shi, as the teahouse collapsed with a roar: “Who are you?!”

A figure floated out from Divine Lord Si Shi’s prayer beads. The figure had two coral horns on its head, red scales on its cheeks and the backs of its hands, and eyes like a dragon or a tiger, resembling an unparalleled demon supreme. However, his eyes no longer held their former ferocity and arrogance; beneath their calm surface lay hidden sorrow and self-reproach.

“I am the Qilin Immortal you have been searching for.” “Qilin Immortal, you’ve been hiding in Si Shi’s prayer beads all this time?!” Emperor Zhongtian was furious beyond measure. Divine Lord Si Shi’s prayer beads had appeared ordinary, and he claimed they were a relic left by his mother, which he always wore. Who would have thought the Qilin Immortal was hidden within them! “That’s impossible! If you were in the prayer beads all this time, why didn’t the Immortal Seeker Token react?!” The Immortal Seeker Token was Emperor Zhongtian’s proudest creation. As long as one of the Four Ancient Immortals appeared nearby, the token would heat up, becoming hotter the closer they were.

The Qilin Immortal smiled nonchalantly: “Your Majesty seems to have forgotten that my Dao Fruit is Survival of the Fittest. A single move only works on me once. I had Si Shi approach me with the Immortal Seeker Token once, and after that, the token became useless against me.”

“Master.” With the Qilin Immortal’s guidance, Divine Lord Si Shi could have condensed his nascent Dao Fruit independently. However, doing so would make him stand out among the Divine Lords, so he chose to condense it using the power of faith instead.

The Qilin Immortal took the sapling and the nascent form of the Samsara Dao Fruit. His head transformed back to its original form, and he swallowed them in one gulp, temporarily storing them in his stomach. “Si Shi, you may withdraw.” Si Shi wisely retreated. With swords drawn on both sides, it hardly looked like a peaceful negotiation was possible.

“I’ll ask again: Who told you about the nascent form of the Samsara Dao Fruit?!” Emperor Zhongtian gritted his teeth, glaring fiercely at the Qilin Immortal. He had searched far and wide for the Four Ancient Immortals, never imagining one was right beside him, making a fool of him. “If I tell you, will you give me the nascent form of the Samsara Dao Fruit?” “No.”

Emperor Zhongtian immediately unleashed a vortex that devoured everything: “Then why waste words? Let’s settle this with our own hands!”