Once more embarking on their journey, the group did not traverse through mountains and forests but instead utilized a teleportation array.
This was permitted by the three supreme powerhouses; otherwise, forcing them to cross rugged terrain would have taken months.
Before long, Shi Hao and the others returned, arriving once more at the city where rumors of the young Kirin had first spread.
In truth, Shi Hao did not believe they would find the little Kirin. The creature was stubborn—unless it encountered the maiden from its past, it would never emerge.
And how could that be possible? Unless reincarnation truly existed.
Of course, there was another possibility—someone who bore an uncanny resemblance to that maiden, like a similar flower, might deceive it.
“There are people here tainted by darkness. Shi Hao, didn’t you once slay a group of heavenly deities and destroy an altar here? I wonder if we can still root out more of these parasites,” said the chubby Cao Yusheng.
“It was all coincidence. If we had to investigate everyone in the city one by one, it would be far too difficult,” Shi Hao replied.
He spoke the truth—unless those people demonized themselves or revealed their murderous intent, it would be nearly impossible to detect them.
A chilling aura emanated from the distance—the golden-haired man from Boundless Heaven cast a fleeting glance at Shi Hao, offering a cold smile that sent shivers down the spine.
“That man is no weakling. Be cautious,” warned Chang Gongyan.
Indeed, none of these outsiders were ordinary. Otherwise, they would never have been granted the opportunity to come here—each had displayed extraordinary prowess.
“Don’t cross us, or you’ll regret it!” The golden-haired man made no effort to conceal his hostility, speaking openly from afar.
“Come and die if you dare!” Shi Hao responded with just those few words.
From the very beginning, the two sides were already at odds. A clash was inevitable—though not now, they would surely battle when the opportunity arose.
“Restraint. The three supreme powerhouses would not want us wasting our strength on infighting. A confrontation now would leave a poor impression,” someone advised the golden-haired man.
The city remained bustling, filled with descendants of legendary experts. Over the long years, more and more beings had gathered here.
In recent months, the little white Kirin had occasionally revealed traces of itself, yet no one had managed to capture it. It continued to appear sporadically, teasing the hopes of those who sought it.
Before long, the Ten Crown King, the Banished Immortal, and others arrived one after another.
This naturally included Yue Chan, the Witch, and other formidable figures, all making their appearance and entering the city.
“Brother Ning, this is your destiny. I believe all of this was prepared for you!” said Gu Jianyun, a disciple of the Sword Valley and an ancient freak who held Ning Chuan in high esteem.
Ning Chuan, with silver hair cascading to his waist, wore pristine white robes, even his shoes and socks immaculate. His serene gaze swept over the city, but he remained silent.
In truth, those who knew him well sensed that his moment of fortune might be at hand!
The so-called “dragon lines” on his forehead had long been misunderstood—they were, in fact, Kirin patterns!
At his birth, divine patterns had surged on his forehead, accompanied by astonishing phenomena, much like the celestial diagrams behind him, causing a great stir.
Moreover, legends surrounded his birthplace—it was said a white Kirin lurked there. All signs pointed to the young white Kirin being fated for him, as if destiny had long decreed it.
From the moment he was born, he had been intertwined with the Kirin.
Shi Hao naturally noticed Ning Chuan. He dreaded the possibility that the little Kirin might be drawn to Ning Chuan due to his Kirin aura.
During his divine journey to the Immortal Ancient Era, Shi Hao had witnessed the Kirin’s true master—a maiden, not Ning Chuan.
If, in this life, the little Kirin were to bond with Ning Chuan instead, it would be an unbearable regret.
“Wait, something’s amiss!”
Once inside the city, Cao Yusheng put his skills to use, quietly gathering information and uncovering something peculiar.
“The little Kirin seems to be acting strangely. Someone is hiding the truth, keeping it from the majority.”
This news drew their attention, but as time passed, secrets inevitably ceased to be secrets.
Half a month later, many had learned that the little Kirin, upon reappearing, seemed unusually cheerful—different from before.
The young beast was too naive—its emotions were plain on its face, easily read by observers.
Though it was merely a projection and not its true form, its mood was unmistakable.
“Someone is approaching it… and is gradually being accepted!”
Eventually, someone reached this conclusion.
Like a thunderclap, the news stunned many.
Was the little Kirin about to choose a master? The entire city erupted in excitement. No one could remain calm—the revelation was too shocking.
Many had come specifically for the Kirin, making this news of utmost importance.
Those who knew the deeper truths were even more astounded.
“Does this prove the existence of reincarnation?”
“That little Kirin was waiting for someone. Now that person has appeared—does this mean the Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal King’s theories were correct?”
The revelation sent shockwaves through all factions. No one could remain indifferent.
Who had captured the little Kirin’s attention and earned its recognition, prompting its emergence?
Shi Hao’s heart pounded violently. He was both hopeful and anxious, his tension palpable. If such a person truly existed, he might reunite with an old acquaintance.
Though their bond had formed during his dreamlike journey to the Immortal Ancient Era, the emotions were as real as if they had met in this life.
“Ning Chuan has disappeared! The Banished Immortal and the Ten Crown King are chasing him!” said the Dragon Maiden, holding an ancient horn capable of revealing distant scenes.
“Let’s move!” Shi Hao roared, unable to remain idle any longer.
Indeed, not just them—even the golden-haired youth from Boundless Heaven and his companions took action, streaking across the land like beams of light.
Everyone was bewildered. Could it be that the person the little Kirin had been waiting for was Ning Chuan? Had the two sensed each other and begun converging?
“Brother Ning, are you certain your senses aren’t mistaken?” Gu Jianyun asked as he raced alongside Ning Chuan.
“No mistake. It’s real—a true Kirin. The divine patterns on my forehead sense it. It’s about to emerge!” Ning Chuan replied.
Normally calm and composed, he now struggled to maintain his usual demeanor, his excitement evident—uncharacteristic of his usual grace.
They traveled far, traversing vast, uninhabited regions without pause, plunging deep into the primordial wilderness after days of relentless movement.
The dangers were immense.
When they had journeyed from the Three Thousand Provinces into the forbidden lands, they had followed an ancient path—relatively safer, yet still claiming many lives.
Now, they had strayed from that path, entering the most perilous territory.
A single misstep could mean annihilation, body and soul.
Not just them—the Banished Immortal, the Ten Crown King, Shi Hao, and the outsiders had all set out in pursuit.
“Brother Ning, they’re all following us. With their secret treasures, they can track our path. If this continues, they’ll inevitably clash with you over the Kirin. Could all this effort be for nothing?” Gu Jianyun warned.
“No,” Ning Chuan said confidently. “If I can meet the little Kirin first, nothing will change that.”
Once he gained the Kirin’s recognition, no one could take it from him. He was certain he could earn the young beast’s trust.
“Awooo—!”
Ahead, black whirlwinds rose, accompanied by eerie howls that chilled Gu Jianyun to the bone, his scalp tingling and face pale.
“What is that?!” Faintly, he glimpsed shadowy figures emerging from a valley ahead, transforming into a dark tempest.
“Spirits of fallen warriors,” Ning Chuan said, his own hair standing on end. The shadows were terrifyingly powerful—beyond the level of sect masters. Their mere passage shattered mountains.
“Don’t move. Ignore them—pretend they don’t exist!” Ning Chuan warned.
“Boom!”
Suddenly, a rotting corpse with massive black wings emerged from the forest, its tattered form trampling peaks as it strode into the distance.
“A… Supreme Corpse?!” Even Ning Chuan paled.
Where had they come? Such horrors were too formidable. That decaying corpse had undoubtedly been a peerless powerhouse in life.
Even now, none dared provoke it. A terrifying aura still clung to its form—if unleashed, it could strike down the sun and moon.
“We’re here!” Ning Chuan halted abruptly, staring at the forest ahead.
The area was eerily silent, devoid of wind or sound.
Puddles dotted the ground—closer inspection revealed they were pools of blood, unfaded despite the passage of countless years.
Bones littered the area, some buried, others partially exposed.
Was this an ancient battlefield? They couldn’t tell.
“Is this the place? Let me see!” A keen-eyed outsider, sensing the Kirin’s presence, rushed ahead into the forest depths.
Suddenly, the blood pools glowed with devouring power, yanking him from the sky.
“Pfft!”
The young genius, who had cultivated immortal energy, plunged into a small blood pool and instantly dissolved into pus.
“What?!” Onlookers gasped in horror.
A powerful talent had perished so easily—it was terrifying.
Silence fell. The outcome was brutal and shocking.
Yet Ning Chuan could no longer remain calm. His forehead burned, the Kirin patterns blazing like the sun. He could no longer restrain himself—the little Kirin was near, ready to emerge.
“Kirin!” he roared, channeling the patterns on his brow, resonating with the land and unleashing divine syllables.
Instantly, the area transformed. Chaos mist swirled, immortal radiance soared, and everything was veiled in a sacred haze.
Then, a mountain split apart, releasing a flood of holy aura.
Faintly, a snow-white Kirin dashed forth!
And beside it—astonishingly—stood a maiden, exuding immortal energy.
Shi Hao froze. Had the little Kirin truly found the maiden from the Immortal Ancient Era? How?!
If true, did this prove reincarnation existed?
He activated his heavenly vision, scrutinizing the girl. Had he seen her in this life before?
Moments later, Shi Hao turned to stone, gaping in shock.
After a long silence, he whispered, trembling, “It’s her… It’s really her. Has she been reincarnating through the mortal world all this time?!”
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