At Qilin Cliff, Primordial Qilin had long been waiting.
Since Di Jiang and Houtu's last visit, he had personally traveled through the mountains and forests across the Primordial World, gathering back the Qilin clansfolk scattered in every region.
For countless years, ever since the Qilin Clan had withdrawn to the Foothills of Mount Buzhou after the Dragon-Han Calamity, its clansfolk had lived scattered throughout the mountains and forests. Some slept beneath ancient trees, while others concealed themselves in secluded valleys, seldom keeping in touch.
Primordial Qilin's long summoning cry had spread through the wild mountains, and the sleeping, secluded, and wandering Qilin had all followed the sound home.
Only now had the gathering before Qilin Cliff finally regained some of the grandeur of the former sovereigns of all beasts.
The moment Pan Xuan's Escape Light entered the territory within ten thousand li of Qilin Cliff, he sensed the gathered Qilin auras ahead.
He slowed slightly and looked ahead. In the open mountain valley before Qilin Cliff, several hundred Qilin clansfolk stood waiting in orderly ranks.
They had all assumed innate Dao bodies. Some had jade horns on their foreheads, some bore scale patterns, some had faint flames flickering around them, and some stood amid swirling ink-dark clouds.
Jade Qilin, Ink Qilin, Fire Qilin, Wind Qilin.
Qilin of various attributes stood in order of rank, though their total numbers fell far short of the Dragon Clan's vast assembly.
Yet several hundred Qilin at or above the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal level gathered together still possessed a weighty, concentrated presence that would make anyone take notice.
Primordial Qilin stood at the very front of the ranks.
Today, he too had assumed an innate Dao body, no longer looking like the aged, moss-covered figure who had lain on a blue stone during Di