When Wu Chu heard the Qilin Ancestor let out a grief-stricken roar and make a grand vow, only to see a stream of Merit descend from the heavens and fall upon Di Kun, he found it rather strange. There was far too much Merit.
Then Di Kun swept his broad sleeve, and a group of younglings appeared before him.
Looking at these younglings, some frightened and uneasy, others innocent and ignorant, Wu Chu was briefly stunned. Then he threw back his head and laughed, patting Di Kun on the shoulder. "You brat, you finally understand the painstaking intentions I had back then. I thought this foolish boy would only escape by himself!"
Di Kun froze for a moment, somewhat embarrassed. In truth, he had long since cast his master Wu Chu's instructions aside and had never considered preserving any surviving strength.
He had even been somewhat resistant to the arrangements made for Qingqiu Chen and the others.
After all, he would rather die in battle than live on in such disgrace.
Yet when he thought of these Qilin younglings, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and survive.
Feeling the Great Dao rumble and the Order Divine Chains sway, Di Kun knew that the ancestor of their Qilin Clan had now transformed into mountain ranges to restore heaven and earth.
The karmic sins on the little Qilins and little foxes vanished. They seemed to sense something, and one after another began to cry, giving Wu Chu's avatar a splitting headache.
Once the Merit Golden Light dispersed, Wu Chu swept his hand and tucked them into his sleeve. Carrying Di Kun, whose injuries had recovered somewhat, he continued using the Qiankun Shifting Art.
When Wu Chu's avatar brought Di Kun back to Purple Jade Mountain, the Dragon and