First Qilin looked at the Dragon Clan and Phoenix Clan.
For a moment, he did not know what to say.
Especially the Phoenix Clan—they utterly outclassed the Qilin Clan.
They actually had more than twenty Grand Unity Golden Immortals.
As for the Qilin Clan, they only barely had seven.
They were even inferior to the Dragon Clan.
This immediately gave First Qilin a sense of urgency.
After all, the Qilin Clan had emerged at the same time as the Dragon and Phoenix Clans.
They had all been born bearing the favor of fate.
If they were too much weaker, the Qilin Clan would lose all face.
At that thought, First Qilin made up his mind. This time, he absolutely had to cling tightly to the Dao Venerable.
Otherwise, his clan's situation would become far too awkward.
Ancestral Dragon thought much the same way.
Seeing the Phoenix Clan's prosperity, he guessed that they must have received the Dao Venerable's blessings. Otherwise, they could not possibly be so much stronger than the Dragon Clan.
After pondering for a moment, he too made up his mind. This time, he absolutely had to cling tightly to the Dao Venerable.
Even if he could not, as long as he broke through to the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm, the Dragon Clan would become impregnable.
After the Dragon Phoenix Qilin had all arrived, several dozen more Yuan Hui passed, and the other clans of the Primordial Wilderness gradually reached Zhou Mountain.
Many of them were covered in wounds. Ferocious, terrifying gashes crisscrossed their bodies, blood streaming endlessly from them, leaving them in a miserable state beyond description.
Yet at that moment, they had no time to tend to their injuries, nor could they mourn their fallen kin. With tears filling their eyes, they merely stared at