The child slowly brushed his hand across Po Jun's forehead. His small hand was as white as bone china and seemed transparent when passing over the flames, even penetrating the flames without any obstacles.
"As for me, I will die sooner or later. Being able to wait before my death is the greatest comfort."
There was a hint of sadness in Po Jun's fiery red eyes, and he squatted down with his front paws by the child's side.
"You must leave with Po Jun." The child finally turned to Mu Lingbo, "I can no longer take care of these children. These are the only remaining descendants of the Qilin clan. He has the blood of the Shura Martial God, and his descendants are also inherited.
The descendants are their masters."
Mu Lingbo shook his head firmly, "I will never leave until I understand all this and call him out intact."
"I won't let you take dad away!"
"Hey!"
The child suddenly looked at the sky.
Yuanwu suddenly panicked and said, "Oh no, the sky has changed."
"He will be safe and sound, I promise you." The child said slowly, "I can tell you the truth, but you must promise to take Qilin out of here before dark. After the bloodline of Shura Martial God is continued, the entire ancient city will be destroyed.
It is impossible for any life to survive. I think you are the most important people to him, and he will not want to see you die under his power, and he will definitely go back to find you."
The sky has a tendency to turn towards dusk, and it is no longer the same as before no matter how long it took.
"Who are you, a human or a ghost?" Ye Beiling couldn't help but ask the most confusing question he had ever had.
"I have been waiting here for thousands of years. My body has long since disappeared, and I can continue to this day only through the power of illusion. But the power of illusion is also being lost, and my appearance will become smaller and smaller as the power of illusion weakens. I am not a human being.
It’s not a ghost, it’s just an afterimage that continues to rely on energy.”
"So...here?"
"This was once the royal city of the Shura tribe. After the war between gods and demons thousands of years ago, Shura and Moga teamed up to annihilate the demon tribe. However, before his death, the demon king used his own flesh and soul to turn the entire northern part of the continent into a curse.
The land. The entire northern part was barren of grass, and all life was extinguished, including this royal city. Since then, the originally prosperous royal city has become so dead."
Mu Lingbo's eyes moved slightly, "So, this is indeed an ancient ruin. But it doesn't look like it has been destroyed for thousands of years."
The child continued, "In order to preserve the bloodline inheritance of the Shura Martial God, the Moga tribe's only response is to seal the entire ancient city, keep the remaining consciousness of the Martial God in the Martial God Temple, and wait for the reappearance of the Shura Martial God's bloodline. Unfortunately, time has gradually passed.
In the past, I could never wait. I am the last of the Moga tribe and I am also the one who casts magic. If you still can't wait until I die, the seal of the entire royal city will disappear, and the bloodline of Shura Martial God will no longer exist."
"These unicorns..."
"Qilin has always been the guardian of the Martial Temple, and Shura Martial God is their only master. But the original guardian unicorns have all perished under the curse. These are the unicorn eggs I left behind, holding my last hope for these thousand years.
I opened them one by one with magic power, and these thirteen survived. However, this also led to a lack of magic power, and the age decline became faster and faster."
"You could have made it clear from the beginning."
The child shook his head, "This is the biggest secret of the perished Shura clan. Before I confirm that he is of the bloodline of the Shura Martial God, I cannot act rashly."
