"You little brat, do you still need to say it."

He scolded, "Shut your mouth!"

Cheng Youyu hadn’t seen this grandfather of his for many years, because his talent wasn’t top-notch, and his knowledge of alchemy was just so-so, so he was never favored in the family, and few people paid attention to him.

However, when he saw his grandfather again, he was still overwhelmed by his aura.

Old Master Si was uneasy and was just about to speak when he was interrupted.

"Your Master is in a life-and-death crisis."

Professor Cheng weakly said, "You are his Divine Servants, you must do something. Listen, I don’t have much time, I will gather my people and prepare the altar immediately. And you, gather all the Kirin Divine Servants currently at the Central Spirit Core Institute, and have them convert more of their kind as quickly as possible, the more the better."

After speaking, he took a blood-stained sheepskin scroll out of his pocket and handed it over.

Old Master Si was initially hesitant, but upon seeing the contents of the scroll, he was stunned.

Because the ancient scroll recorded a piece of ancient history, during the Pre-Shang Period, there was a mysterious Qilin City, which bizarrely disappeared overnight, leaving behind a ruin of wounds and ashes. Later examination proved that Qilin City was destroyed by a live sacrifice, an extremely bloody ritual.

The citizens of the city somehow angered a black Supreme, and divine retribution descended.

This kind of thing was called black magic in ancient Western times.

And in the Ancient Era of our country, it was called witchcraft!

Its essence is the sacrifice to God!

"Hurry."

Professor Cheng said solemnly, "He may not be able to hold on."

Old Master Si’s expression changed rapidly, and he turned and left without hesitation.

The Divine Servants of the Qilin Clan followed behind him, scattering like ghosts.

"Grandpa, what’s going on?"

Cheng Youyu asked in a trembling voice, pale with fright, "Are you... going to die?"

Professor Cheng’s gaze was gentler as he raised his withered right hand and patted his shoulder, sighing, "Everyone will die, and I’m almost there too. Take me to the inner courtyard... be quick."

Cheng Youyu hurriedly supported the old man and found that he couldn’t even stand steadily.

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The candles in the Zen Temple were extinguished by the wind and rain, dark clouds rolled in the sky, as if it were the end of the world.

Ying Changsheng’s golden robe flapped loudly in the fierce wind, as he shouted in the torrential rain, "Evacuate! Evacuate everyone! Be careful not to be caught in the aftermath of the battle, we must get the message out!"

He removed the headphones, followed by stomping them to pieces, directing the young people in the Zen Temple to evacuate.

For the young people of the Order World, gold and silver are their faiths, the strongest symbols.

Although platinum is now the highest leader of the order, everyone knows he is not the Catastrophe.

Unfortunately, just ten minutes ago, the strongest brother and sister duo of the Order World, gold and silver, were blown away by two wheelchair-bound individuals, unable to deploy any kind of Supreme Law in time, as if they were children being scolded by a teacher, retreating at every turn, unable to fend off the attacks.

Because the speed of the battle between the two sides was too fast, the young people couldn’t even see the specific process clearly.

However, one thing was certain, gold and silver were undoubtedly at a disadvantage.

"Sis, what do we do?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Mu Zhihao hurried to the eaves of the temple, pressing his phone’s screen anxiously, his face pale, "Big brother was at a critical stage in the experiment today, if something happens now, he won’t die, right?"

He is the youngest son of the Mu Family, codenamed Deep Blue.

Now also a prominent figure at the Central Spirit Core Institute, because he is a survivor of the Divine Ruins.

It is indeed worthy of pride to have faced a Qilin and survived.

"I don’t know what’s happening to big brother, but something’s clearly wrong."

Mu Shiyu said coldly, "I have a bad feeling, in any case, let’s go check out the tomb. No matter what happens in the Order World, as long as father and brother are fine, it will all be okay. Stop fiddling with your phone, the Inner Magic City has erupted into a sacred battle, and the entire city’s communications are paralyzed, we need to resort to some old methods."

She took a pigeon out of her satchel, tied a note to its leg, and set it free.

"Hopefully, it won’t be affected by the aftermath of those two monsters."

She looked up at the sky, her eyes reflecting the gods fighting fiercely above the firmament.

"Sis, who are you contacting?"

Mu Zhihao was taken aback.

"Tianji."

Mu Shiyu said expressionlessly, "I won’t be at ease until he’s around, let’s go."

She was about to leave with her brother to join the main evacuation group when she suddenly saw someone in the corner.

The silent boy was still sitting cross-legged on the meditation mat, seemingly oblivious to the disaster brought by the sacred battle. Even when two Catastrophes were being attacked, it didn’t stir him; he remained expressionless all along, merely gazing at the stone tablet in front of the temple, chanting an ancient Buddhist scripture.

Xia Zhi was standing beside him, like a frightened rabbit.

Very suspicious, indeed.

Although this reaction doesn’t necessarily indicate a problem, intuition suggests something isn’t right.

"Remember this person, Ying Changsu of the Ying Family."

Mu Shiyu instructed, turning to leave, "Later, find someone to investigate thoroughly."

"Oh, okay."

Mu Zhihao took one last look and hurriedly followed.

After most of the young people in the Zen Temple had dispersed, Ying Changsheng strode through the rain towards them.