Chapter 419: The Black Qilin’s Exit Plan
The sudden turn of events left Ethan, a modern young man from Earth, momentarily stunned.
"Ma... Ma... Master?" Julian stammered, his voice trembling.
"Good disciple!" the youth shouted with a booming laughter. "Come with your Master! Let’s conquer the lands, make the world kneel before us! Hahahaha!"
As the words left his mouth, the man shimmered with a dark light. In an instant, he swept Julian off his feet—literally—whisking him away in a blur. The next second, his true form emerged: a towering Black Qilin, with Julian now riding on his back like a knight on a mythical steed.
"Let’s move out, boys!" the Black Qilin roared, his voice rolling like thunder.
The other beasts reacted quickly. The purple-hued Illusionary Qilin carrying the Central Dominion Guard soared after him, its body trailing a ribbon of light. But there was no denying it—compared to the Illusionary Qilin, this Black one exuded a dominant, primal energy.
Black Qilin weren’t a separate race. They were rare mutations—born once in a generation, if at all—within the Qilin clans. And once one appeared in a tribe, another wouldn’t emerge for centuries. The creature that had been pretending to be a Swift Lightning Spotted Deer was none other than the Illusionary Qilin tribe’s black-sheep genius. Literally.
He was the younger brother of the elder patriarch and, back in the day, had stirred quite a bit of chaos. A century ago, around the time Regis first arrived, the Black Qilin had started itching to explore the world beyond. When the elder patriarch disagreed, he didn’t hesitate—he "sneaked out," though everyone in the tribe had known exactly what he was doing. His escape had been so clumsy it became a running joke. In truth, the patriarch had just let him go, knowing there was no containing a restless spirit like his.
And there was another reason.
Black Qilin could only grow through battle. Keeping him cooped up would’ve been a waste of his potential. So, while the younger one thought he’d pulled off a brilliant escape, the whole tribe had simply looked the other way.
Now, he returned, issuing commands with pride, and the Illusionary Qilin obeyed without hesitation.
"Hey, you there— Purple, shift left, yeah, right there. Perfect."