Bai Jin headed back toward the Primordial World, hovering before a range of mountains. Below, the mountains were treacherous, with cascading waterfalls, cliffs severing clouds, birds struggling to cross, and apes wailing in the echoing empty valleys—indeed, a place of peril.
In the midst of these rugged mountains, a Qilin was crawling, seemingly connected to the very earth itself.
Bai Jin looked sternly at Qilin Cliff. No matter what, he had to try first. He raised his finger to the sky, around him four divine swords soared upwards—Qing Ming, Qingyu, Qing Xiao, Qingyun Innate Four Swords.
Bai Jin shouted, "Heavenly Sword, descend!"
