Beidou Donghuang, somewhere in the mountains where there are few people.
There is mist filling the air, a faint glow of divine clouds steaming through the air, and the source of heaven and earth energy is obviously richer than in the surrounding areas.
Among them, a small golden unicorn with an unusually divine steed stands standing, opposite are two monks, an old one and a young one.
The girl's name was Zhi Yin, and she looked like her heart was bleeding. She was busy looking at the source of energy beside her, and her face was full of pain.
This little guy may not seem big, but his appetite is really big. He ate nearly two-thirds of it in one bite.
The Divine Source, which was originally the size of a human body, now only remains close to the height of the surrounding grass.
If it weren't for Zhiyin's quick eyesight and quick hands, I'm afraid not even a single divine source particle would be left.
"You!" Zhiyin was furious. She immediately raised her head, widened her eyes, and looked at the Qilin Beast opposite with an unkind expression.
However, when faced with the latter's innocent and pitiful expression, Zhiyin's momentum collapsed instantly.
"Well--"
The golden unicorn lowered its head slightly, opened its mouth and let out a sound that sounded like a fairy roar, or some kind of sad whimper.
But Zhiyin naturally knew nothing about this, so she could only sigh, then slowly approached and gently touched the latter's head:
"What, where are your relatives? You are the only one here?"
Hearing this, the golden Qilin beast raised its head with a confused look on its face.
On the side, the old man was carefully observing the traces in the mountain. At this moment, he seemed to have made a new discovery and called Zhiyin.
"This is?"
Zhiyin stared at the fragment of the divine source in her palm, and then looked at the old man doubtfully.
The old man's eyes were solemn, he stroked his beard and said:
"The original divine source should be much larger, and this Qilin beast should be sealed within it."
Hearing this, Zhiyin couldn't help but be surprised and looked curiously at the seemingly harmless little guy next to her.
The latter seemed to be quite psychic. Even though he seemed to have no memory, he still seemed to understand the conversation between the two, and immediately made a arrogant look, as if to say:
This was originally mine.
Not paying attention to little Qilin's reaction, the old man continued:
"To be able to seal such a huge piece of divine origin, its origin may be far beyond our imagination——"
The old man was about to advise Zhiyin that it would be better to do less than to do more, and it would be best to keep both the divine source and Qilin.
Unexpectedly, when the old man raised his eyes, what he saw was the golden Qilin rubbing his head affectionately into Zhiyin's palm, and the two seemed to have become one.
At the same time, there was a faint cunning look in its eyes, searching for the source of the god.
"Bang!"
What was waiting for it was Zhiyin's fist hitting it lightly on the head.
"No stealing!"
Immediately, Zhiyin raised her head and looked at the old man with a smile on her face:
"In that case, let's take them all back. Just right! Our Qixia sect still lacks a mountain-protecting beast, doesn't it?"
"Well, Master?"
Before the old man could reply, the little Qilin in Zhiyin's arms became unhappy and showed a dissatisfied expression, as if he felt that the mountain guardian beast had lost his identity.
The old man hesitated to speak, but after seeing the huge piece of divine source, he was a little reluctant to part with it, and finally had to accept Zhiyin's suggestion.
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The Qixia Sect is an insignificant small sect in the Southern Territory of Eastern Wasteland, and it falls under the jurisdiction of Dushen Dao.
Although the power is weak, the sect has the headmaster of Hualong Jiuchongtian who is in charge of it, so he can be considered at ease in this barren area.
In fact, the old man also traveled to the Eastern Wasteland when he was young, and was somewhat unknown among many casual cultivators.
Finally, tired of fighting, he retired to this place and founded a sect.
After the master and apprentice erased all traces in the barren mountain, they returned to the sect with the Qilin Beast and the Divine Source. Naturally, the matter was kept silent.
The headmaster also intentionally imposed restrictions on the Qilin, covering up many of its supernatural powers, making it look like just a desolate beast with a thin Qilin bloodline.
It is said that it is used as a guardian beast, but in fact it is just playing with the disciples.
The Qixia Sect is not big and has not many disciples. Correspondingly, the sect hardly pays attention to any red tape.
Most of the disciples in the sect are ordinary children born within a radius of 100,000 miles, and those with some cultivation qualifications are accepted into the sect.
Compared with those holy places with big families and big businesses, Qixia Sect really has a little more warmth of a big family.
At this moment, all the disciples in the sect are meditating and practicing.
Because some disciples noticed that the source energy of heaven and earth would naturally gather around the little Qilin, many disciples sat around him in circles.
But that little guy was not a receptive master either. He would do mischief from time to time and start fights with his disciples.
When Headmaster Qixia came here, he saw such a scene.
The white-haired old man looked incomprehensible, he couldn't help but sigh, and immediately called Zhiyin away.
"Did you know that its true body is a divine silkworm?" The old man looked serious.
"God Silkworm? So what?" Zhiyin was slightly confused, but at the same time she was surprised.
That little guy is obviously a unicorn, how could Master say it is a silkworm?
Seeing Zhiyin's innocent look, the old man said seriously:
"The Divine Silkworm clan was originally a royal family, but they were destroyed just because they offended a certain supreme royal family. Today, there are still people in that royal family who are hunting down the remnants of the Divine Silkworm, do you understand?"
Although Zhiyin is not familiar with worldly affairs, she still knows what a large royal family is.
Upon hearing this, his face turned pale.
Seeing this, the old man couldn't help but sigh:
"Send him away as soon as possible. As a teacher, I have an old relationship with the elder of Dushen Dao. As long as Shencan is not here, he will definitely not bring trouble to Qixia..."
At night, Zhiyin secretly came to the residence she built for the little one.
The latter had a keen sense of consciousness and had naturally noticed her approach a long time ago. He couldn't help but poke his head out and look at the other party curiously with his big watery eyes.
Zhiyin looked worried and held the unicorn-looking silkworm in her arms.
He murmured:
"I know that you can definitely understand what I say... You have to remember that after you leave here, you must be careful everywhere. It is best not to show up in front of other people and all living beings... Don't look for you before you are strong.
People of the clan, do you understand?"
Uncharacteristically, Shencan did not make a fuss and only listened quietly.
After her words fell, Zhiyin threw the sacred silkworm to the ground, and then walked away without looking back.
There was a flash of light on the ground, and a huge divine source appeared.
For a long time, until Zhiyin's back was no longer seen, the divine silkworm actually showed a human expression, with a complex expression.
He trembled all over, and immediately broke through the concealment spell of Master Qixia, and restored the divine horse's abnormal golden unicorn appearance.
In fact, there was a lot of key information imprinted in the divine source, and he had already devoured most of it.
Over the past few days, he has been resting in the Qixia Sect, and his cultivation and spiritual intelligence have gradually recovered a lot. He can compare with the monks of the first level of Xiantai, and he is enough to protect himself.
Without any hesitation, the divine silkworm swallowed the divine source in front of him, and his body immediately glowed with a brilliant glow.
He should have left this place immediately, but in the end he turned around and escaped into a cave.
Zhiyin was sitting cross-legged practicing meditation, but there were faint tears in the corners of her eyes.
There was a huge gap in cultivation between the two sides, and the latter naturally didn't notice it at all.
After watching it quietly for a while, the divine silkworm spit out a wisp of imperceptible seven-color mist and disappeared into Zhiyin's immortal platform.
He immediately turned around and left, not choosing to meet him.
The accidental meeting between the dragon and the ant will only increase the sadness if it stays for a long time.
To be continued...