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Legend of the Otherworldly Knight
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On Absolute Dragon Ridge, a massive black creature lay on the ground, next to it was a person. At that moment, a colorful cloud appeared in the sky, and four figures—three men and one woman—stood on the cloud. They descended beside the creature.
"Fellow Daoists, you have arrived?" the large black creature said with difficulty. "Black Senior Brother, please don't speak yet," the woman among the four replied. The creature lying on the ground was none other than the Black Qilin, the mount of Wen Zhong, the Grand Minister of the Shang Dynasty. The four newcomers were friends of the Black Qilin, known as the Four Sacred Beasts: Qinglong, Baihu, Zhuque, and Xuanwu.
The Four Sacred Beasts had been cultivating in a cave and thus did not participate in the war between Intercepting Teachings and Interpretation. Shen Gongbao had made several attempts to invite them down from the mountain, but due to their closed-door training during critical moments, he had not succeeded in persuading them.
"Black Senior Brother, who did this to you? Brothers, we will avenge you," Xuanwu spoke up. He had an extremely ordinary face with a completely bald head.
The Black Qilin shook its massive head. "We at Intercepting Teachings have suffered defeat this time, but we cannot blame them. Perhaps they truly followed the will of heaven. It is just unfortunate for my old partner Wen Zhong and many other friends. Our masters have also come out of seclusion; I think it is best if you do not get involved in this matter. In fact, Wen Zhong already knew the outcome long ago; he just couldn't bear to see the Shang Dynasty he had devoted his life to protecting come to an end."
"Rest assured, Black Senior Brother; we will avenge you. We four have already practiced a great formation called 'Four Sacred Beasts Formation.' I don't believe Jiang Ziya can break it," Baihu declared. Baihu had a fierce face with alternating black and white whiskers.
Qinglong standing nearby slightly furrowed his brows. Qinglong had a handsome face and wore a blue robe; he appeared to be around thirty years old. The Black Qilin shook its head again and said, "Fellow Daoists, I called you here not to seek revenge on my behalf; look." At that moment, a small creature resembling a black dog slowly emerged from behind the Black Qilin.
Qinglong glanced at Little Qilin and said to Black Qilin, "Junior Brother, could this be...?"
"Senior Brother Qing, you guessed correctly; he is my child. I used the last bit of my celestial power from my primordial spirit pearl to hatch him. I hope you can help raise him. He can be considered my avatar; however, I did not pass my memories onto him because I do not want his future to be like mine."
Tears streamed down Zhuque's face. "Black Senior Brother, you will be fine; we will bring you back to life. In the future, we will live happily together again as we did before—cultivating and exploring the mountains."
"Thank you, Junior Sister Zhuque. My injuries are too severe. Besides, I have been with Wen Zhong for a long time now; I do not wish to leave him at this moment. Let us accompany each other below and finish this final journey together."
After saying this, the Black Qilin gazed affectionately at Little Qilin. "Child, you must listen well to Shishu and Shigong... I truly hope to see you grow up; remember not to act against heaven like I did." With that, the Black Qilin permanently closed its eyes.
Tears filled Qinglong's eyes as he picked up Little Qilin in his left arm and waved his right hand. A massive deep pit appeared beside the two bodies—one large and one small—while Baihu and Xuanwu raised their hands in unison. The two bodies slowly rose into the air before gently descending into the pit.
Standing to the side, Zhuque chanted softly, his right hand's index and middle fingers pointed towards the deep pit. At that moment, countless flowers flew in from nowhere, surrounding the two corpses. Qinglong waved his right hand again, and a massive grave appeared at the site of the enormous pit, with a tombstone inscribed with "Grave of Wen Zhong, Grand Master of the Shang Dynasty; Grave of Black Qilin."
"Senior Brother Qing, we can't just let this go. We can't ignore what happened to Black Senior Brother," Xuanwu said, rubbing his shiny head in frustration. Qinglong shook his head and replied, "Did you not hear what Black Junior Brother said? He asked us to take good care of his child.
I also heard that many of our fellow Daoists have already intervened but gained nothing and were all forced back to their original forms. We even invited our elders here; I heard they have persuaded the Sect Leader Tongtian to come out of seclusion. Can we four really be more powerful than the Sect Leader? Since he has come out, there's no need for us to go; this war should be over. If even the Sect Leader cannot resolve this matter, then our involvement would only lead to one outcome.
I think we should listen to Black Junior Brother and focus on raising his child. In my opinion, this Little Qilin is the last remnant of Black Junior Brother's celestial energy, and its condition is not good. We should each infuse a bit of celestial energy into it." After saying this, the four placed their hands on Little Qilin, slowly channeling celestial energy into its body, making it feel quite comfortable. Gradually, its little eyes closed peacefully as it fell asleep.
Seeing Little Qilin sleeping quietly, Qinglong and Zhuque showed a hint of comforting smiles, while Xuanwu seemed puzzled, staring intently in the direction of Xiqi. Baihu furrowed his brow in contemplation.
"Alright, we should head back now," Qinglong said as he picked up Little Qilin. After bowing deeply to the graves of Black Qilin and Wen Zhong, he rode off on auspicious clouds. Zhuque, Baihu, and Xuanwu followed suit, bowing deeply before stepping onto auspicious clouds to leave.
After the four departed, several figures descended from the sky. One was an elderly man around seventy years old, exuding an aura of immortality while wearing a Bagua Daoist robe and holding a divine steel whip along with an apricot-yellow flag. This man was none other than Jiang Shang (Jiang Ziya), who had served during the eight hundred years of the Zhou Dynasty. Behind him stood generals such as Yang Jian, Nezha, and Wuji.
Nezha approached Jiang Shang and asked, "Shishu, are we really letting those four go?"
"They do not wish to be our enemies; why should we pursue them relentlessly? Alright, we should return now. The fall of Wen Zhong indicates that the Shang Dynasty's fate has run its course. We will soon march directly towards Chaoge." After speaking, he led the generals in bowing deeply to the graves of Wen Zhong and Black Qilin before taking to the clouds.
Perhaps because Little Qilin was hatched from Black Qilin's weakened body using its last bit of celestial power, Little Qilin's physical condition has never been good. It required periodic infusions of celestial energy from the Four Sacred Beasts every so often—sometimes every few years, sometimes every few decades or even hundreds of years. Moreover, it showed no signs of growing.
During these intervals when Qinglong was caring for Little Qilin, the other three sacred beasts went down to Earth for cultivation. As time passed day by day, one day Zhuque, Xuanwu, and Baihu simultaneously heard a voice in their minds: "Hurry back; Black Junior Brother is not doing well." The three who were cultivating opened their eyes almost simultaneously and transformed into three beams of light—red, blue, and gold—flying towards a deep mountain from different directions.
At the same time in three different locations across Huaxia continent, many residents witnessed scenes they would never forget. Long after those who had witnessed these miraculous events would still pay homage whenever they recalled that day.
In the Bohai Sea, on a fishing boat: "Hey, Old Hu, did you see that?"
"What did you see?" "The little island we just passed suddenly disappeared. Did we see a ghost?"
"Which island?" "The one I just passed by. You even said you wanted to build a house on that island."
The fisherman named Hu looked into the distance. "Yeah, where did that island go?"
In the south, a volcano that had been dormant for hundreds of years erupted without warning after a phoenix's cry. Fortunately, there were no villages nearby, but a few hunters witnessed this spectacular and explosive moment.
On a snowy mountain in Tibet, animals were startled and fled at the sound of a tiger's roar. A golden light shot out from the peak of the mountain at an incredible speed.
Red, blue, and gold lights flew into the depths of the forest and landed on a flat area, revealing the appearances of three individuals as the lights disappeared. They were Zhuque, Baihu, and Xuanwu, who had left small divine traces on the land of Huaxia. Opposite them sat Qinglong in a long green robe. At this moment, Qinglong furrowed his brow, extending his hands forward with palms facing up. From his palms, green gas continuously surged forth, enveloping a small black animal the size of a puppy in front of him. The black creature was wrapped in green gas and displayed an extremely painful expression while its body trembled incessantly.
"Big Brother, what happened to Little Black?" Zhuque asked in surprise as he looked at Little Black, who was shaking all over. "I'm not sure either; the little guy suddenly changed like this. I've already infused him with some celestial power, but he hasn't reacted much. Let's try giving him more celestial power," Zhuque suggested as the three of them positioned themselves around Little Black and began to channel their celestial energy continuously. However, there were no signs of improvement in Little Black's condition.
"Increase the output of celestial energy," Qinglong calmly instructed. As they intensified their output, something unexpected occurred.
They noticed that space around Little Black began to distort. As everyone was astonished, the distortion grew larger and eventually enveloped all five of them. Qinglong quickly held Little Qilin in his arms while simultaneously collaborating with the other Three Sacred Beasts to raise a protective shield. The distorted space exhibited a strong suction force that gradually pulled the shield inward. Once all Four Sacred Beasts were absorbed, the distorted space slowly returned to calm.
In that brief moment of tranquility, a green orb fell to the ground. Inside the orb was a green five-clawed divine dragon swimming around. After moving within the orb for a moment, this dragon gradually made its way toward the outside. When the little dragon broke free from the orb's confines, it transformed into a beautiful young girl.
After appearing, she stared blankly at the orb on the ground before looking up at the sky.
To the sky she said, "I will do my best; you won't have to wait too long." After speaking, she picked up the orb carefully and placed it in her embrace while conjuring a long black robe with a hood. Once dressed, she slowly walked out of the mountain area and quickly vanished into the towering peaks.
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