The dragon qilin really wanted to be as calm and composed as Qin Mu—to adjust and turn his body around in a carefree manner, smacking his own bottom with his tail, and leisurely stroll out of this place. However, the dragon qilin's four legs were quivering, and his tail was starting to be not of his own.

Normally he could whip his tail up with ease, but now his dragon tail was a little numb, and only half of it could be raised up—the other half of it drooped on the ground.

The dragon qilin took three months to carry Qin Mu over, making the long journey by foot from River Tomb to this place. He had only just found his footing, and now everything was already over.

Only, was it really possible for them to return home just like this?

The dragon qilin's legs were still weak, and there was a silence permeating the surroundings—it was incredibly stifling. The gods and devils that surrounded the palace of Mahakala were high and mighty, their corporeal bodies and faces radiating divine rays