System: Infinite Evolution into Qilin Bloodline

Three days later, in the backyard of "Five Elements Residence".

The already small courtyard was now crowded with all sorts of people.

Simple tea and snacks were laid out on the stone table, but almost no one touched them.

The representative of the Qi family in Northeast China was a lean middle-aged man dressed in a faded indigo cloth shirt, with a string of old copper coins hanging from his waist. He had narrow eyes that he always squinted when looking at people, as if he were examining some object.

He called himself Qi Tiezui and was one of the three people in the Qi family who were best at "invoking immortals" in this generation.

The woman who came from the Liu family in western Hunan was a young woman named Liu Qi.

Dressed in black Miao attire, adorned with elaborate silver ornaments, yet moving silently.

Behind her stood two tall men, their faces pale and their eyes vacant, silent and motionless—they were "corpse puppets."

The woman sent by the Lan family of Miao territory was an old woman, leaning on a snake-head cane, with a wrinkled face but frighteningly bright eyes.

She only brought a girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, whom she said was her granddaughter, named Lan Cai.

The little girl was timid, holding a bamboo basket in her arms. The mouth of the basket was covered with a red cloth, and something could be seen rustling and wriggling inside from time to time.

The man from the Northwest Tolt family was a burly Mongolian named Batel, wearing a fur robe with a strong odor and a silver-inlaid scimitar at his waist.

His Chinese was broken, but his eyes were like an eagle's.

The old woman in southern Xinjiang is the most peculiar. She is thin and hunched over, her whole body wrapped in a colorful homespun cloth skirt, and her neck and wrists are covered with all kinds of silver bells and small jars, which jingle and rattle with every movement.

She didn't drink tea, but sipped some dark red liquid from a small gourd she carried with her.

The bone collector in southern Fujian is a one-eyed old man who calls himself "A-Gu Shi".

He carried a rattan trunk on his back, and a faint smell of lime seeped out from the cracks of the trunk.

He spoke the least, squatting in the corner smoking, his cloudy eyes scrutinizing everyone in the yard.

Finally, there is Master Qingwei of Maoshan.

He wore a blue Taoist robe, had a white beard that reached his chest, and held a whisk in his hand, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance.

He was the only one who performed the Taoist ritual for Zhang Hao, addressing him as "fellow Taoist."

Jie Xiaohua, acting as the middleman, briefly introduced the parties involved.

Zhang Hao went straight to the point, revealing the Seven Star Altar, the consciousness of the ancient god, and the thirty-day time limit.

He did not conceal the fact that they were responsible for the destruction of the Helan Mountain altar; at this time, honesty was more important than concealment.

After he finished speaking, the courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

Qi Tiezui spoke first, his voice high-pitched:

"Does Mr. Zhang mean he wants us to clean up your mess?"

"It's not about helping us."

Zhang Hao said calmly:

It's for everyone.

The ancient god's consciousness has fully awakened, and the first to suffer will be you ancient families. Your blood, your secret techniques, and what you protect are all excellent 'nourishment' for it.

Liu Qi said coldly:

"Empty words."

Without wasting words, Zhang Hao took out the thin black shard from his pocket and placed it on the stone table.

The thin sheet gleamed faintly in the sunlight, and the character "二" on its surface seemed to be flowing.

"This was found in the ruins of the altar in Helan Mountain."

Touching it will reveal some images.

Zhang Hao looked at everyone:

Anyone who wants to verify this can try it.

However, a word of caution: those with weak willpower may be corrupted by lingering malice.

Master Qingwei stepped forward:

"This humble Taoist is willing to give it a try."

He stretched out his withered fingers and gently touched the thin sheet.

In an instant, the old Taoist's body trembled, his white beard moved without wind, and countless shattered images flashed in his eyes.

Three breaths later, he withdrew his hand and stepped back, his face slightly pale, and he chanted a Taoist incantation in a low voice.

"It is indeed an extremely ominous object."

Master Qingwei looked at everyone:

"The malice hidden in the thin film is as deep as the ocean."

What Fellow Daoist Zhang said is probably not unfounded.

Grandma Jin cackled in a strange way:

"If the old Taoist priest said so, then it's probably true."

but……"

She turned to Zhang Hao, her eyes flashing with a sharp light:

Why should this old woman believe you have the ability to handle it?

The spirits of the five elements?

The bloodline of the Primordial Qilin?

It sounds impressive, but who knows if it's just a pretty face with no substance?

Zhang Hao knew that at this point, saying more would be pointless.

He raised his right hand, palm up.

Five-colored crystals slowly emerged, hovering and rotating.

The temperature inside the courtyard changed accordingly—sometimes scorching hot like summer, sometimes bitterly cold like winter, sometimes humid, sometimes bleak, sometimes heavy.

The five elements cycle endlessly, creating a continuous cycle of life.

At the same time, faint golden lines appeared in his eyes, and an ancient and majestic aura spread out.

That wasn't killing intent, but a higher level of life pressure, the bloodline majesty of the king of primordial divine beasts.

In the courtyard, several ordinary-born workers' legs went weak and they almost knelt down.

Even Qi Tiezui, Liu Qi, and the others had solemn expressions and subconsciously mobilized their own power to resist.

Batel grunted, his scimitar was drawn half an inch from its sheath, the blade humming.

He stared intently at Zhang Hao, his eyes filled with both wariness and a hint of respect that a nomadic people hold for the strong.

"Is it enough?"

Zhang Hao put away the crystal and his oppressive aura, and his aura returned to calm.

Grandma Jin stared at him for a long time, then suddenly grinned, revealing a mouthful of black teeth:

"That's enough. Young man, you're really capable. This old woman will work for you."

Qi Tiezui and Liu Qi exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.

Bartel of the Tolt family sheathed his scimitar and said in broken Chinese:

"We grassland people respect warriors and the spirits of heaven and earth."

If there truly is an evil god threatening to wreak havoc on the grasslands, the Tolte family will not stand idly by.

Master Agu finally stood up and dusted off his trousers:

“The things that have been pulled out of the sea in southern Fujian recently are definitely not right.”

I believe you.

Master Qingwei stroked his beard and said:

"The Maoshan lineage takes it upon itself to subdue demons and eliminate evil spirits."

This is a matter I cannot shirk my duty to do.

Grandma Lan didn't say anything, but tapped the ground with her cane.

The little girl behind her, Lan Cai, timidly lifted a corner of the red cloth covering the bamboo basket—inside was a small, entirely green snake with two golden spots on its head, which was slightly raising its head in Zhang Hao's direction.

"The Azure-Scaled Golden-Eyed Serpent has recognized its master."

Grandma Lan's voice was hoarse:

It said that you have a comforting aura about you.

The Lan family of Miao territory is at your command.

Zhang Hao felt a slight sense of relief.

The hardest hurdle is over.