Soul Extremity Realm: Does Your Conscience Really Not Hurt?

"Why couldn't you have used them more sparingly?" Lin Yi glared at Ye Xing as though he hated iron for failing to become steel.

"Big Brother, you have to be reasonable! Those things were mine to begin with! How I use them is my freedom!" Ye Xing said pitifully.

Seeing the increasingly dangerous look in Lin Yi's eyes, Ye Xing obediently shut his mouth.

"You control the Flying Boat."

Lin Yi tossed out those words and turned back to the lounge. Once the door shut, it cut off the resentful face outside.

He sat down cross-legged.

The contents of the Qilin Origin Imperial Scripture surfaced in his mind.

As Lin Yi began comprehending this Imperial Scripture with his consciousness, he learned that it had come from a Great Emperor of the Qilin Clan. The era in which that Great Emperor had attained the Dao could no longer be verified, but the instant the scripture unfolded, Lin Yi was pulled into an image.

A Five-Colored War Qilin, ten thousand zhang tall, strode forth across the river of time.

Countless shattered stars revolved around it, each one as large as a planet, spinning beside it, breaking apart, and reforming.

Five-colored imperial radiance cascaded from its qilin scales. Every thread of it crushed space out of shape, and light twisted into ring-shaped halos at the edges of that imperial radiance.

The qilin's roar shook ancient and modern times alike. All living beings lowered their heads, the Great Dao thundered, and the entire starry sky trembled along with its imperial Dao scripture.

When Lin Yi withdrew from the image, his back was already soaked in cold sweat.

"So powerful..."

He took two breaths before forcing his racing heart to settle. That bearing of invincibility beneath the heavens, that pressure that made all living things