Chapter 257

In the Primeval Era, 108,000 years ago, within the primitive lands, four major tribes—the Ancient Ape Tribe, the Jì Ren Tribe, the Yuanmou Tribe, and the Dragon Clan—were locked in a bloody struggle. For over half a million years, these four tribes had fought to conquer and control the territory, resulting in billions of casualties. Rivers of blood had flowed, and corpses littered the land. Just as the battle reached a deadlock, a strange light suddenly descended from the sky, followed by the appearance of a massive Qilin in the center of the battlefield. The Qilin radiated powerful spiritual energy, its gaze majestic and indifferent, as if scrutinizing these endlessly warring races. Seeing this, all four tribes stopped fighting and looked at the Qilin with vigilance. The Qilin spoke slowly, its voice like a booming bell: "You have slaughtered each other for a million years, all for the sake of ruling this land, yet you know nothing of the vastness beyond the heavens. I foresee an impending world-ending disaster for this realm, and only through unity can there be any hope of survival."