The Qilin's Advancement

High above the vast firmament, an enormous dragon-shaped warship tore through the clouds, streaking across the heavens at astonishing speed.

The entire warship gleamed with a cold metallic sheen. Its dragon head was raised high and its tail stretched wide, lifelike in every detail, as though a true ancient dragon were roaming the skies.

A pale golden formation barrier shrouded the vessel's surface. Runes flickered in and out of existence, sealing out all the gale-force winds and turbulent currents beyond.

On the deck, Lin Fan stood with his hands behind his back. His robes fluttered faintly in the fierce high-altitude winds, yet he remained utterly unmoving, like a deity who had stepped forth from ancient times.

His expression was calm and indifferent, without the slightest ripple in his deep eyes.

Not far from his side, the Primordial Ancient Dragon was intently steering the warship. On the other side, Ruo Xuan gnawed on a spirit fruit as she curiously surveyed her surroundings, while the Black Jade Qilin stood silently guard nearby.

Lin Fan suddenly raised a hand and spoke to the Black Jade Qilin. "Come."

The Black Jade Qilin froze for a moment, then swiftly came before Lin Fan.

He was tall and powerfully built, his skin carrying a bronze luster. His face was stern, and he did not smile easily.

Little Ruo Xuan looked at the two of them curiously, a trace of scrutiny in her gaze.

The Primordial Ancient Dragon, meanwhile, smiled knowingly, as though he had long anticipated this scene.

Lin Fan said nothing more. He formed a hand seal with his left hand, and a wisp of pale golden light glimmered at his fingertips.

Though faint, that light seemed to contain the most ancient and purest will between heaven and earth. With a casual point of his