"Some viewers say this might be Grand Preceptor Wen Zhong's legacy."
"Wen Zhong?" Ying Wenjie sprang up from the ground. "The legendary Grand Preceptor Wen Zhong?"
"Heavenly Lord Tongtian's grand-disciple, and Golden Spirit Holy Mother's disciple," Qin Xiaoyu added. "His mount was a Black Qilin, his Magical Treasure was the Flood Dragon Twin Whips, and he had the Heavenly Lord's Divine Eye on his forehead. He was one of the strongest fighters in Investiture of the Gods."
Wu Tian swallowed. "Then this Black Qilin..."
He never finished his sentence.
Because the Black Qilin's eyes lit up.
Two blood-red lights flared within its pitch-black eye sockets, like two lamps suddenly igniting.
Everyone's hair stood on end at once.
"Fall back!" Chen Siyao shouted.
All six leaped backward.
The Black Qilin slowly raised its head.
The sound of mechanical joints turning rang out with startling clarity in the silence—click, click, click.
Then it took its first step.
The ground shook.
The ten-meter-tall metal behemoth brought immense weight down with every step. It moved slowly, but the pressure it exerted felt like a mountain advancing toward them.
The livestream chat went completely wild.
[It moved!!! It actually moved!!!!!]
[Holy shit holy shit holy shit, that's not a model! It's a real mech!!]
[Run!!!]
[A Primordial Era mech just activated!! I'll be bragging about seeing this for the rest of my life!!]
Chen Siyao didn't run.
She watched the Black Qilin's movements, assessing it rapidly—it was slow, but enormous. A single hit would cause serious injury. And it blocked the entrance to the Main Hall. They had to get past it to enter.
"We might have to defeat this Mechanical Beast before we can enter the Main Hall," she said.
No one backed down.
They had endured three hours in the Thunder Zone. There