Shi Qilin Visits

Time flies, and thirty thousand years pass in the blink of an eye.

Xuanxiao slowly ceased his sermon, while Gou Chen remained immersed in enlightenment, not yet awakened.

Deep within Thunder Marsh, the two divine thunders, nourished by the opportunities of these thirty thousand years, had already given birth to intelligence.

However, their intelligence was still immature, like that of a one- or two-year-old child—naive and pure.

At this moment, the two divine thunders were joyfully circling around Xuanxiao, like lively children frolicking in loops.

Seeing this, Xuanxiao gently flicked the two divine thunders and said with a smile, "Alright, go play outside. Don't cling to me here."

Hearing Xuanxiao's words, the two divine thunders, though reluctant, obediently left him and flew cheerfully back into the depths of Thunder Marsh.

Xuanxiao looked around and mused to himself, "This Thunder Marsh of mine is truly a bit shabby. If those two outside were to come in and see it, they'd likely find it laughable."

As early as ten thousand years ago, Xuanxiao had sensed Shi Qilin and Mo Yuan arriving outside Thunder Marsh.

But at the time, he was focused on preaching to Gou Chen, so he paid them no mind and completely ignored their intentions.

With that thought, Xuanxiao raised his hand and lightly tapped the void.

In an instant, countless thunderous forces surged and shifted through the void, light blazing brilliantly.

Then, a phantom of a palace appeared within Thunder Marsh. Any living being stepping into this phantom would be directly transported to the Primordial Hall in the Primordial Realm.

Xuanxiao lightly waved his sleeve, and he and Gou Chen entered the Primordial Hall together.

However, Xuanxiao placed Gou Chen in a side hall, ensuring he could continue to immerse himself in enlightenment in a quiet environment.

"Two Fellow Daoists, please come in and speak," Xuanxiao said. Though his voice was soft, it rang out clearly like a great bell in the ears of Shi Qilin and Mo Yuan outside Thunder Marsh, as if whispering right beside them.

At the same time, Shi Qilin and Mo Yuan felt a mysterious force within Thunder Marsh guiding them forward.

Hearing Xuanxiao's voice, Mo Yuan excitedly turned to Shi Qilin and said, "See, Father? I told you I wasn't lying. There really is someone in Thunder Marsh stronger than you!"

But Shi Qilin paid no attention to Mo Yuan. Frowning deeply, he muttered to himself, "I did hear that voice just now, yet I can't trace its source at all. Could this Fellow Daoist inside Thunder Marsh have already reached the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin realm?"

Mo Yuan, unlike Shi Qilin, wasn't burdened by such thoughts. His mind was entirely occupied with whether to seize this chance to escape.

He glanced at the slightly dazed Shi Qilin, his eyes darting slyly as he schemed, "What if I sneak away now? Find a place to hide for a dozen or so kalpas, then return to the Kirin Clan?"

But before Mo Yuan could make up his mind, Shi Qilin snapped out of his contemplation.

He saw through Mo Yuan's sneaky intentions at a glance and said irritably, "Don't think about running. You won't escape. Come in with me!" With that, Shi Qilin grabbed Mo Yuan by the head and strode straight into the depths of Thunder Marsh.

"Dad, no! I'm your son—how can you treat me like this?" Mo Yuan wailed as he was dragged along, but Shi Qilin, well aware of his son's nature, paid him no heed.

"This Thunder Marsh is truly dangerous!" As they ventured deeper, Shi Qilin's shock grew stronger.

Especially when they reached the core area of Thunder Marsh, the sight before him left him utterly astounded.

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Everywhere here was thick with three terrifying types of divine thunder: Purple Firmament, Chaos, and All-Heaven. Even someone as powerful as Shi Qilin had to tread carefully in their presence.

Fortunately, Xuanxiao guided them covertly, and the thunders in Thunder Marsh parted to clear a path, causing them no harm.

Before long, the two arrived before the Primordial Hall.

Xuanxiao smiled lightly as he looked at Mo Yuan and said, "May I ask what brings you two Fellow Daoists to Thunder Marsh? Could it be about the earlier conflict, and Shi Qilin Fellow Daoist has brought you here to seek revenge against me?"

Hearing this, Mo Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and a strange panic rose within him. "I knew I shouldn't have come to Thunder Marsh! Now our Kirin Clan is in for a disaster!"

Despite his fear, Mo Yuan forced a broad smile and looked at Xuanxiao, saying, "Senior, I have absolutely no intention of seeking revenge! This visit was entirely my father's idea to drag me along. If you have any grievances, take them up with him!"

"This guy is quite a character—a perfect example of filial piety turned into a joke! Shi Qilin hasn't killed him after all these years; he must really be his biological son."

Xuanxiao watched Mo Yuan and couldn't help but remark, "Compared to him, I feel I've been quite dutiful to Father Dao."

Just then, a whip suddenly flashed out of the void, cracking loudly beside Xuanxiao, its immense power stirring up a gust of air.

The sudden turn of events made Xuanxiao instinctively flinch.

But when he saw that the whip hadn't struck him directly, Xuanxiao sighed in relief and thought to himself, "Phew, good thing Father Dao still cares for me. Clearly, He spared my face since outsiders are present."

Meanwhile, Shi Qilin and Mo Yuan stared in terror at the spot where the whip had struck.

"Why does this whip feel like it carries the Aura of the Dao? But hasn't the Dao long since retired? Why would it appear in the Primordial World? And what did that strike mean? Was it a warning? Just who is this Xuanxiao Fellow Daoist, to draw the Dao's attention?" Shi Qilin's mind churned with confusion and shock.

Xuanxiao noticed the fear in their eyes and understood they had mistaken the whip for a warning to them, but he didn't plan to explain further.

At that moment, Shi Qilin looked at Xuanxiao, his gaze now tinged with respect, and said:

"This Fellow Daoist, I brought Mo Yuan here not for revenge, but specifically to apologize to you. Previously, our Kirin Clan, unaware that Thunder Marsh was your Daoist Temple, intruded rashly—a grave offense. Today, I come to atone, and I hope you will forgive us."

"No harm done. Let the past be the past. But from now on, I hope nothing like this happens again. After all, not everyone you meet will have as good a temper as I do." Xuanxiao waved his hand with a smile.

"Good temper?"

Mo Yuan silently grumbled to himself, "Our Kirin Clan members who besieged Thunder Marsh all vanished without a trace. If I hadn't clung to life by sheer shamelessness, I'd have been struck dead by you too. If this counts as a good temper, then when you lose it, you'd probably wipe out the entire Kirin Clan. Better to stay far away from here."

"Fellow Daoist, rest assured. Poor Daoist hereby solemnly vows that as long as our Kirin Clan exists, Thunder Marsh shall never be disturbed by any living being." Shi Qilin declared earnestly.

Xuanxiao merely smiled faintly and said nothing.

After this incident, Xuanxiao had already decided to set up a Profound Yellow Thunder Tribulation World-Ending Array within Thunder Marsh.

This formation's power is astonishing; without the strength of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin, anyone who steps into Thunder Marsh will have their life force drained by the divine thunder within.

Moreover, the phantom of the Primordial Hall within Thunder Marsh is directly connected to the Primordial Realm.

Thus, as long as Xuanxiao wills it, no matter where he is in the Primordial Wilderness, he can use the Primordial Realm to swiftly return to Thunder Marsh.

Although Shi Qilin's promise may be of limited use, Xuanxiao did not refuse the goodwill—after all, better to avoid trouble than to court it.

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