Not long after Xia Ping left, powerful saintly figures appeared on the planet one after another. They were all powerful saints from the Qilin Race, each at least in the Ancient Realm.
Their figures were incomparably majestic, as though they stood astride the river of time and space, condensing this stretch of spacetime.
"Strange. Why did I suddenly sense earlier that some junior members of the Qilin Race here might have suffered a calamity? Yet now, I can't find anything at all?"
An Ancient Realm Qilin furrowed its brow, deeply puzzled.
"I had the same feeling, which is why I rushed here at once. Yet there are no traces of battle here whatsoever. Very strange." Another ancient Qilin nodded as well.
The Qilin Race possessed telepathic connections with one another, allowing them to sense when members of their kin were in danger. If they were nearby, they would swiftly rush over to provide support.
Thus, the Qilin Race was far more united than the Dragon Race.
However, their reproductive ability was truly abysmal, utterly unable to compare with breeding machines like the Dragon Race. Dragons were said to be dragon-shaped studs, practically risking their lives to breed more dragons.
It was also because dragons were so numerous that they could crush the other divine beast races.
"Then our senses cannot possibly be wrong. Some Qilin juniors must have encountered danger in this place, yet there are no traces of battle."
An ancient Qilin said in a deep voice, "There are therefore two possibilities. The first is that they encountered an enemy they could not contend against and were slain in a single exchange, without even the strength to resist.
"The second possibility is that this place harbored some inexplicable danger. A terrifying calamity suddenly occurred and swallowed all those Qilin