As his voice fell, the ink qilin was so shocked by Ying Ziheng's overbearing words that he couldn't speak.
What Ying Ziheng meant was that he was the center of the world.
Once a person entered the desert by mistake and could not find an oasis, there was only one outcome waiting for him, and that was death.
Ying Ziheng compared himself to an oasis and the world to a desert. The ink qilin naturally knew the meaning behind it.
The ink qilin was about to retort when he raised his head and looked at Ying Ziheng.
Ying Ziheng's pitch-black eyes were filled with the reflection of the huge sun in the sky.
His eyes shone like the sun.
The ink qilin seemed to see an ancient and majestic disc slowly rotating, filled with the aura of time.
The endless kingdom was destroyed as the disk spun, and countless mortals were swallowed by the yellow sand.
They fell in the long river of time, in the cruel flames of war.
An ancient golden figure stood on the left side of the supreme disc, watching everything indifferently.
There was no emotion. The ancient god just looked at everything indifferently, without any sadness or joy.
It was like the end of all things. The loss of mortal life seemed extremely normal in his eyes.
Time continued to pass, and time could not leave any traces on their bodies.
The ink qilin stood tall on the yellow sand, looking at that imposing figure.
The yellow sand that filled the sky was trembling.
Then, it crazily surged towards the majestic figure of the god, like the undulating of the vast sea.
Before this scene, the universe trembled.
Heaven and earth turned into ancient sand, and the power of the gods was revealed at this moment.
The ink qilin looked at the majestic scene. The yellow sand slowly transformed into a mortal country on this land.
One by one, they were destroyed by time. Only the divine spirit's phantom and the supreme disc remained.
In front of the gods, in front of the river of time, in front of the ancient gravel that filled the sky.
The ink qilin only felt his own insignificance, as well as the magnificent history of this yellow sand.
His heart was incomparably shocked as his gaze focused on the god's phantom.
Could mortals really resist him?
On this land, the ink qilin had seen the outcome of too many people rebelling against the gods.
Gods did not favor mortals. Gods were gods. No matter what mortals did, gods would always stand here.
He looked at everything that was happening in the world indifferently.
Now, the huge eyes of the god looked at the ink qilin.
"Follow me!"
The supreme voice of the emperor echoed in her mind, and the divine might was like a prison.
He pulled the ink qilin back to reality. The ink qilin had already stood up and was obediently standing behind Ying Ziheng.
Together with Ying Ziheng, they stared at the Heavenly Luminous Sun Wheel.
Ying Ziheng noticed that the ink qilin had already returned to his senses and turned his back to the sun.
Boundless light behind him revealed the might of a god, and it complemented Ying Ziheng's golden silk robe.
The breeze gently blew up the fine sand grains, as if all things were congratulating the revival of the ancient gods.
Vaguely, the ink qilin saw the god standing beside the supreme disc.
Just like Ying Ziheng, he was looking at him with an incomparably cold and indifferent expression. However, he did not allow anyone to resist or doubt him.
Gods did not favor anything in the world. Gods only watched everything.
The ink qilin revered the power of the gods and longed to follow the gods to see the realm above mortals.
The ink qilin slowly knelt on the ground and took off the mask he had made, revealing his original appearance.
The peerlessly beautiful face was frightened by the divine power from before. Her pale face had a kind of heart-wrenching feeling.
Her fair skin looked even fairer under the yellow sand.
Even though she was wearing clothes, her figure was still very good, and her beautiful curves were very attractive.
Her long black hair was gently blown by the breeze, and strands of black hair danced in the wind, adding a sense of sadness and beauty.
This beautiful young girl's appearance was the true appearance of the ink qilin.
When Ying Ziheng saw such a peerlessly beautiful appearance, he only nodded his head calmly, his eyes revealing a look of admiration.
Ying Ziheng slowly opened his palm, and an ancient and profound rune appeared in his palm.
The talisman in his hand slowly rotated. The ink qilin only took a glance at the talisman in Ying Ziheng's hand and could feel countless obscure and difficult to understand knowledge appearing in his mind. The ink qilin was so full of this knowledge that it was about to fall asleep.
This was completely different from the knowledge that the ink qilin knew, although it was similar to his own shapeshifting technique in some aspects.
However, the ink qilin could clearly sense that the knowledge he had received was a broad path to the extraordinary.
A large amount of knowledge entered the ink qilin's mind and finally gathered into three words.
Druids!
This was a priest who communicated with nature, a supernatural profession formed by borrowing the power of nature.
It could control the power of nature, communicate with the gods between heaven and earth, and master the true transformation technique.
They could truly transform into wild beasts or even…divine beasts!
It was a true technique, not a fake technique!
The ink qilin could transform into a bear, a cat, a tiger, a leopard, and even those mythical beasts that only existed in legends. After the ink qilin cultivated to perfection, it could also transform.
A true transformation!
That was power, the transition of life!
The strength of a bear and the eyes of an eagle far surpassed the limits of humans.
This was the transition of life, and the core part of Shapeshifting was not a smokescreen.
It was the power of life transition, the comprehension of the laws of life!
In the original backstory, Orc Walker Udi was not a cold bench in the game, but a true supreme Druid. He relied on his own will and borrowed the power of the four demigods to sublimate his power to the extreme, turning into a moving humanoid catastrophe!
However, at this moment, the ink qilin felt that although it had obtained the ability to transform into ten thousand beasts, it could not help but feel that it was extremely powerful.
Even so, compared to Ying Ziheng, he was still incomparably insignificant.
Even if he really transformed into a Mythical Creature, he could only submit in front of Ying Ziheng.
He was the supreme emperor!
The ruler of all things!
"This is amazing!"
The ink qilin had obtained a new shapeshifting ability and was excitedly experimenting with it. It continuously transformed into all kinds of beasts and birds, allowing her to experience the magical power contained in the bodies of different animals.
Ying Ziheng looked at the ink qilin with interest as he displayed his ability. A smile appeared on his face.
Just as he had expected, the Black Qilin was incredibly talented and had grasped the Shapeshifting Technique so quickly. She was even more proficient than the Druid geniuses of the Rune Continent, and if this continued, she might become the first Ascendant to be born in Great Qin's world.
Ying Ziheng walked into the carriage and waved at the ink qilin, who was still experimenting with his strength. He said softly,
"Come in!"
As the emperor, he would do whatever he wanted. Not only would he not suppress his desires, but he would also have more freedom.
Moreover, everything in this world was his people, so he naturally had the right to enjoy everything!
"Yes, Your Highness!"
The ink qilin naturally knew what Ying Ziheng meant. Her pretty face was slightly red as she walked into the carriage. The endless yellow sand swept out and turned into a barrier.
"It hurts…It hurts too much…"
At this moment, half of the Stealth Bat was buried in the yellow sand. Its consciousness gradually recovered and it could not help but wail.
In the end, the moment she woke up, she saw her companion switch sides and become Ying Ziheng's woman!
The hidden bat was on the verge of tears. It had fallen into this place to save the ink qilin. Not only had it lost its precious bat, but it had also been severely injured by Ying Ziheng.
In the end, the yellow sand was about to bury him, but no one came to control him.
He felt that he could still be saved!
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