National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

"I knew it was you." Qi Mo clasped the boy's trembling shoulders, his fingertips touching the scabbed lightning marks under the clothes, and a sour smile filled his eyes.

The white tiger that had pounced majestically just now had transformed into a young boy, its ears still stained with tiny bits of grass from when it had just transformed into a beast. Its eyes were red as it buried itself in the crook of his neck, its hot breath carrying the lingering warmth of a disaster. "It's a deal, this time it's my turn to stand by your side and fight alongside you."

"Okay." Qi Mo chuckled and took out the jade bottle from his space ring. The elixir left by Su Mo glowed with a lustrous luster, and its appearance caused the spiritual energy on the top of Kunlun Mountain to stir.

He handed the pill over, his tone teasing but with a hint of heartache: "Look at you, are you going to break through the threshold of the Ninth Heaven?"

Qi Ling's originally red eyes curved into crescents, and he burst out laughing. He leaned against Qi Mo, his voice hoarse after the disaster, and slowly recounted what had happened not long ago -

According to the time of the Ninth Heaven, it was about a week ago.

On the first continent, calamity clouds are surging over the thundering wasteland.

Qi Ling sat cross-legged in the center of the scorched earth, arcs of silvery electricity swirling around him, tempering the very essence of heaven and earth. The moment the seal of the White Tiger's reincarnation was completely broken, a clear, melodious zither note pierced the heavens. A jade token, enveloped in a halo of spiritual light, hovered before his eyes. The four characters "Gong Yang Zhan Qing" swirled in mysterious runes amidst the thunderstorm.

As the thunderclouds gradually dissipated, Qi Ling spotted a familiar dark figure standing atop the mountain. Gongyang Zhanqing stood with his hands behind his back, his star-patterned cufflinks faintly visible amidst the sea of ​​clouds, a frost from the Ninth Heaven flowing down his sleeves.

"It's been hundreds of years, and you still like this way of making an appearance." Qi Ling shook his charred tiger ears and stroked his fingertips over the newly imprinted silver-white star track pattern on his left shoulder. That was the mark left by the Tai Chi Star Tail when the divine beast broke through the transformation period.

Gongyang Zhanqing sensed the aura and turned to look, surprise flashing in his eyes: "It is said that Taiji Star Tail Master is murderous, but I didn't expect that when it fell on the reincarnation of the White Tiger, it would add a bit of gentleness."

She was responded with two chuckles. Qi Ling looked up and saw a black robe carrying an auspicious aura passing by. The Qilin transformed into a young man and came walking through the mist.

The horns on his forehead disappeared, but the ancient pressure lingering around him still made all the beasts hold their breath. His amber eyes swept over Qi Ling, "An old friend of the master?"

Qilin was looking at Qi Ling, but Qi Ling was also looking at him.

Qi Ling recognized him, and her pupils suddenly constricted. "Why do you have the aura of the remnant soul of Suzaku within you?"

"Now is not the time to reminisce." Gongyang Zhanqing stepped forward, ice crystals condensed from frost shattering under his feet. "Qi Xiaoyou, the Nine Heavens are undercurrents. Suzaku is about to awaken, and the promise you and I made..."

Before she finished speaking, Qilin had already turned his fingertips, and a brilliant star map unfolded in the sky, with the outline of Kunlun Mountain emerging in it.

"It's more than just Suzaku!" Qilin's voice was filled with undisguised shock. The sea of ​​clouds in the star map surged, and the shadows of many ancient gods emerged. "Qi Mo's commotion in the Nine Heavens has caused the immortal energy of Kunlun to flow back. Those gods who were judged to be 'fallen' are clearly trapped in the cracks of time and space!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a jade box came flying with the sound of dragon breath and the sound of bronze bells.

"Emperor Zhuanxu asked me to bring you a message." Qilin's eyes were blazing. "The chessboard of Kunlun Ruins has been set. It's time for Taiji Xingwei to return to his position."

Qi Ling caught the jade box steadily, and the shadow of the Donghuang Bell awakened in his palm. This artifact that once suppressed Jiuyou now docilely adhered to the fluctuations of his spiritual power.

Amidst the tremors caused by the resonance of the divine artifact, the long cries of thousands of beasts could be heard in the distant mountains and forests. It was an ancient call that spanned the Age of Gods, echoing the power of the Star Tracks in his blood...

The memories ended, Qi Mo and Qi Ling fought against each other, and the sea of ​​clouds surged like boiling water under their feet.

The Donghuang Bell was suspended in Qi Mo's palm, and twelve rotating star tracks slowly emerged on the bell body, just like the ancient totems of the four divine beasts telling the secrets of heaven and earth.

When he closed his eyes and concentrated his mind, suddenly the clear chirping of thousands of birds penetrated his sea of ​​consciousness, and the immortal energy of the Twelve Peaks of Kunlun suddenly boiled, transforming into a scroll of clouds and mist.

The gods were entangled in dark purple chains and fell into the bottomless abyss of chaos with shrill roars.

"So the so-called fall is nothing more than a prison set by the Church of Light." Qi Mo whispered as the Donghuang Bell suddenly trembled violently. An ancient motto emerged from its surface, and golden light swirled around eight large characters: "A false god sits in the temple, while the true god is covered in dust."

Suddenly, he raised his head and asked, "In that case, do you know when Suzaku will wake up?"

Just as Qi Ling was about to speak, his tiger ears suddenly stood up, and the hair all over his body stood up slightly -

The sound of breaking air was heard at the foot of the mountain. Ji Lingguang and Xuanyuan Shaoze were coming with swords. Sensing the gazes of the people on the top of the mountain, they quickened their pace. The sword light tore through the clouds and mist, and pierced the mountain top like two meteors.

The inky color of the Ji Family Fate Plate in Ji Lingguang's hand faded by a third, the star tracks on the plate becoming chaotic and erratic. The Xuanyuan Sword at Xuanyuan Shaoze's waist hummed incessantly, the Taotie pattern on the scabbard emitting dark mist, as if devouring the surrounding spiritual energy.

In just a few breaths, the two of them had landed steadily on the top of Kunlun Mountain.

Xuanyuan Shaoze's expression was solemn as he spoke in a deep voice, "The gatekeepers from the First to Third Heavens collectively sealed the South Heaven Gate this morning. They discovered that the Bright Lord's 'oracle' contradicted the Nine Heavens Canon—that fellow's divine power was clearly stolen!"

"Even more astonishing is the reappearance of the Nameless God's divine power." Ji Lingguang's eyes gleamed with excitement as he added, "The elders of the Spirit Bird Clan said that when the divine power awakens, all the Kunlun Spirit Cranes will cry out to the north..."

He stopped talking abruptly, and cast a sharp gaze at Qi Mo, "Didn't you receive an invitation from the Spirit Bird Clan?"

Qi Mo was about to answer when he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest. It was… his divine nature was resonating with the Donghuang Bell, and a mysterious power was surging within him.

At the edge of the gray world, a moss-covered bronze lamp quietly lit up, and the swaying wick was the tenth ancient lamp he had seen in Taixu Mountain, emitting a faint light.

Xuanyuan Shaoze and Qi Mo exchanged a glance and said in a deep voice, "The Suzaku Palace has returned to the Wutong Forest. If Qilin and White Tiger go there to take charge, perhaps it will speed up the Suzaku's awakening."

Qi Mo's thoughts turned slightly, and he asked, "If Suzaku awakens, it will be beneficial to me, right?"

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Shaoze's lips curled up into an unfathomable smile, and the majesty of Emperor Xuanyuan faintly emanated from his body: "Do you know why Shen Jia'an still stays in the Second Continent?"

At the same time, at the Peach Banquet in the Eighth Heaven, Yu Wenjin, who was invited to attend, paused in raising his glass. He sensed that the jade slip in his sleeve suddenly became hot.

Not far from him, You Fuyao's hand holding the wine cup suddenly tightened, and the chaotic scene of the three heavens was reflected in the gilded wine: mortals surrounded the Temple of Light with torches in hand, and the false god's image on the top of the temple was showing cracks amid the believers' doubts.

"The power of faith from the first to third heavens is flowing back." Yu Wenjin's fingertips traced the candle dragon sword pattern on the jade slip. "The revival of Kunlun Mountain's immortal energy is reminding those deceived people of some of the truth..."