The sky is vast, there's no problem with that.
The mountains and rivers stand tall, there's no problem with that either.
The Qilin Lock, still retaining the primordial 'Spirit Rhythm,' was engaged in some kind of stagnant 'contemplation,' and then, as always, naturally outlined the spiritual rhyme mechanism, manifesting an exotic Qilin image from the surroundings.
Just as before, the person's visage in front revealed a look of astonishment, the spirit rhythm of the Qilin Lock naturally mobilized the Qi mechanism, and the majestic Qilin raised its head and howled, with an overwhelming presence.
The air rubbed and collided, producing a sound like a human, grand and mighty.
"Mortals, who has awakened me?"
"Who has disturbed my three-century slumber..."
