Some of the Qilin Generals also stood guard at Border Mountain between the Central Continent and the Eastern Continent, guarding against the Dragon Clan, the most sinister and utterly shameless of the Primordial Clans.
They had to prevent a sneak attack from behind while the Qilin Clan attacked the Phoenix Clan.
Over these tens of thousands of years,
the Qilin Clan had first fought countless fierce battles against the Phoenix Clan, and all of its original Four Great Generals had fallen on the battlefield.
As they fell, however, four even fiercer Great Qilin Generals were born in the clan's ancestral grounds at Qilin Cliff, their fighting strength no less than that of the fallen Four Great Generals.
Yet although these Four Great Qilin far surpassed their predecessors in fighting strength, cultivation realm, and every other respect,
they still fell far short in experience.
That was why they had countless questions and kept asking their progenitor for answers.
First Qilin felt somewhat uneasy at this moment.
In truth, over the past ten thousand years,
First Qilin had already guessed that something must have happened in the Devil Race's territory on the Primordial Western Continent and to the Daoist School's Mount Jade Capital lineage at Mount Kunlun.
Something terrifying that the Primordial Three Clans neither wished to see nor wanted to allow.
But
their Qilin Clan had already been dragged into the mire of the dragon-phoenix calamity.
They had no attention to spare for anything else.
Even if the Daoist School's lineage at Mount Jade Capital on Mount Kunlun were being wiped from heaven and earth at this very moment,
an event that would shake the Primordial Three Clans to their cores,
First Qilin still had no way to leave the vicinity of Mount Buzhou and travel to Mount Kunlun to investigate.