Chapter 142: Return

Above the Heavenly Vault, there seemed to be a gigantic palm slowly wandering.

Across the Jiuzhou Continent, countless cultivators looked up at the Heavenly Vault, revealing a trace of sorrow.

Even cultivators at the Fangu Stage could be harvested by the Ghost Immortal.

Yet, if one does not become stronger, where would there be any chance to defeat that Ghost Immortal above the Yunchui?

This seemed to be an unsolvable predicament.

The giant hand on the Heavenly Vault seemed very slow, yet when it traversed the Jiuzhou Continent, it passed through one province every ten breaths.

Countless living beings were harvested, and many cultivators prostrated themselves on the ground.

A Sword Immortal drew a sword and thrust it toward the giant hand.

The Sword Immortal transformed into a stream of light, but before even touching the giant hand, he vanished within Jiuzhou, his body and spirit extinguished.

Living beings were falling.

A heart of tragic heroism was gathering.

Some Heaven's Favorites looked up at the sky, and a Great Buddha chanted the Anan Sutra.

One hundred breaths of time passed, the giant hand above the Yunchui disappeared, and a ray of light appeared in the Heavenly Vault.

Zimo looked up at the sky, his gaze filled with melancholy: "Jiuzhou will never have peace."

His gaze then shifted to Wei An, his eyes filled with both adoration and expectation.

Just at this moment, a burst of clamor suddenly came from outside the cave dwelling.

The entire Zhen Dan Association seemed to be in turmoil.

"What is going on?" Zimo had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he sensed carefully.

After only a few breaths, Zimo let out a sigh: "The new Association Master of the Zhen Dan Association... has passed away."

Beside him, a trace of disappointment flashed in Lin Chao's eyes.

He naturally knew that the passing of the new Zhen Dan Association Master was related to the Ghost Immortal.

"Master, I am feeling unwell and would like to return to my cave dwelling to rest for a day." Lin Chao looked at Zimo and spoke slowly.

"Very well." Zimo let out a sigh.

Anyone who witnessed the Ghost Immortal harvesting Jiuzhou would inevitably feel a sense of grief for the death of their kind.

Lin Chao walked out of the cave dwelling and saw many people with faces full of grief and indignation.

He also saw Yun Ying; the current Yun Ying stood on a high platform, a brief moment of distraction and dejection in her eyes, which quickly turned into fortitude.

Lin Chao glanced at Yun Ying and returned to his cave dwelling.

"Pfft..."

Lin Chao spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face becoming incomparably pale.

"Too strong."

The True Spirit Realm is very strong.

However, without reaching True Spirit Above, one simply has no qualifications to contend with the Ghost Immortal.

The giant hand in the darkness had appeared, and he had only secretly blocked it a little, yet he had already sustained non-trivial injuries.

"It seems I must reach the True Immortal Realm." Lin Chao's gaze was firm.

Only a True Immortal has the chance to truly Slay the Ghost Immortal and resist that group of immortals in the Heavenly Palace.

In the Heavenly Palace.

The Ghost Immortal sat upright on his throne, his expression indifferent as he muttered to himself.

"This harvest was one-tenth less than before; it is time to re-refine this immortal artifact, the Black Hand."

Beside him, a man covered in Gold spoke: "In another three thousand years, it will be the counterattack of Jiuzhou."

This golden man was the gatekeeper of the Heavenly Palace.

The Ghost Immortal's indifferent expression did not change: "Even True Immortals can only flee; a group of mere so-called Children of Destiny dare to resist me?"

Beside him, the golden man continued: "Should we harvest those Heaven's Favorites?"

The Ghost Immortal shook his head: "Why harvest them?

In the eyes of Jiuzhou, they are Heaven's Favorites.

In my eyes, they are merely meat pigs that have not yet grown up.

Wouldn't it be better to wait until they grow more meat before harvesting them?"

Five years later.

In the cave dwelling.

Zimo revealed a gratified smile on his face: "Xiang Long, I would believe it even if you said you were the reincarnation of a True Dragon.

The Dragon Blood has no rejection toward you, and Wei An has completely accepted the Spirituality of the Dragon Blood."

Lin Chao stood to the side, his expression calm: "Wait another few thousand years, perhaps Master Wei An will wake up."

"Mm." Zimo nodded, "I have waited for over ten thousand years, a few thousand more is nothing."

Beside him, Lin Chao was somewhat silent.

He had already found a way to solve the lack of Spirituality.

However, wanting to use it on Jia Xiangjun was extremely complicated.

First, he had to find something like the Dragon Blood that Zimo had obtained.

Second, even with the same Dragon Blood, if he were to treat her, Jia Xiangjun might still need to sleep for decades, centuries, or even a millennium before waking up.

"Master, the matters of the Medicine Saint Sect are mostly finished, I should go home for a trip." Lin Chao spoke.

Zimo looked at Lin Chao and finally spoke: "Once Wei An wakes up, I can take some of the living beings of Jiuzhou and head to the Otherworld."

"These past few thousand years, you..."

Zimo's words paused.

"Do not break through to the Pseudo-Immortal Realm, nor the True Spirit Realm.

Otherwise, when the Black Hand descends upon the world, you too may be harvested."

The Black Hand in the Heavenly Palace has always preferred to harvest the strong when harvesting Jiuzhou.

"Many thanks for the warning, Master."

After bidding farewell to Zimo, Lin Chao returned to his cave dwelling.

The Zhen Dan Association now had a newly elected president.

Yun Ying was left to continue presiding over the research of the Gu Ling Pill.

To Lin Chao's slight surprise, that youth from back then, Shi Qing, had already become an Advanced Alchemist.

Of the few who had entered Heavenly Pill Peak with him, Mu Yuntou had died, and Long Qian had also fulfilled his wish to join the Zhen Dan Association.

As for the others, their fortunes had all been different.

Among them, the male disciple who had expressed his feelings to Mu Yuntou during the gathering back then had also died on the spot due to an accidental furnace explosion while refining pills.

Lin Chao bowed a few times toward the Medicine Saint Sect, and his figure vanished.

"Dragon King Ridge, I have returned."

Half a month later.

Beside the Wusheng Well, Lin Chao continued to drink alone.

He had been back for a few days, having seen several of his masters, as well as his parents.

Xiang Qi was not currently at Dragon King Ridge; he heard from Master Ye You that Xiang Qi had gone to the Seven Emotions Sect.

Lin Chao was not surprised.

These past few days, he had come to drink beside the Wusheng Well every day.

From time to time, some fireflies would drift out of the Wusheng Well; they were very beautiful.

However, the Wusheng Well remained in a sealed state; even with the strength of Lin Chao's True Spirit, he could not break through the current seal of the Wusheng Well to enter inside.

"Butterfly Bird, in about a few hundred years, or perhaps a few decades, I will become a True Immortal."

Lin Chao took a sip of wine.

Unfortunately, he could only mutter to himself.

The Butterfly Bird in the well gave him no reply at all.

Lin Chao let out a sigh.

In his hand, a dragon scale suddenly appeared.

His eyes once again shone with a Gold radiance.

"You still haven't told me what the big guy looks like; I don't know what kind of dragon I should turn into after I break through to become a True Immortal."

Lin Chao remembered his promise to the Butterfly Bird.

He had promised the Butterfly Bird that he would one day turn into a dragon like the big guy for the Butterfly Bird to ride.

The Butterfly Bird had saved Lin Chao's life many times, and Lin Chao did not have any pretentious or ulterior motives.

Lin Chao drank again and chuckled: "When the time comes, I'll just turn into any dragon; if it's not what you have in mind, don't blame me."

After becoming a True Immortal, Lin Chao's form would change into a True Dragon.

Although, it would only be the lowest level of dragon.

"However... you might not be able to see what I turn into."

Lin Chao let out a sigh.

The seal on the Wusheng Well, by the looks of it, would last for at least a thousand years.

But once Lin Chao transformed into a True Dragon, it would mean the beginning of endless battles.

Lin Chao could not wait a thousand years, nor could he suppress his own strength.

Lin Chao sighed again, the scale in his hand vanished, and the Gold light in his eyes also disappeared.

Just then, a cold voice came: "Xiang Long, long time no see."

(End of chapter)