Chapter 147: The War Begins

Time flows on.

Two thousand years have slipped through the fingertips.

In the mortal world, dynasties have changed countless times.

Some novel trinkets have also appeared on the Jiuzhou Continent.

The latest fireworks from the mortal realm have made Jiuzhou even more beautiful.

Dragon King Ridge.

Ye You hunched his back: "Have you still not found Long Er?"

Even though he is a Pseudo-Immortal who has experienced three thousand years of time, he has aged beyond recognition.

"No." Beside him, the Xiang Family ancestor, who still looked hale and hearty, let out a long sigh.

"For so many years, we have been searching for Long Er, but we have absolutely no trace of him.

Long Er's life tablet has not shattered either; where on earth has he gone?" Fang Niu also furrowed his brows.

There is less than half a year left until the War of Immortal Slaying.

At this moment, all the heaven-gifted geniuses have already rushed toward Heaven Oath Valley to head for the Immortal Slaying.

Yet, the figure of Xiang Long is still nowhere to be seen.

"Could it be that he is truly trapped by something?" Ye You frowned, his brows filled with endless worry.

At this time, Fang Niu's voice became gruff: "What do you mean 'could it be'? It is certain!

With Long Er's personality, he naturally cannot be here!

Those gossips outside say that Xiang Long is greedy for life and afraid of death, not daring to slay immortals.

If I catch them, I will surely tear their mouths apart!"

Mentioning this, Fang Niu was incomparably furious.

Xiang Long was raised by them, so they naturally know Xiang Long's character.

Xiang Long is not the type to be cowardly.

"It is a pity that we have searched all of Jiuzhou and still haven't found Long Er; I hope he is safe and sound." The Xiang Family ancestor could not help but lament.

Just at this moment, two graceful figures appeared before the crowd.

Seeing these two, the elders present all revealed expressions of solemnity.

"Senior Xiang, seniors, Fairy Shen Die and I are about to head to Heaven Oath Valley." The one speaking was none other than Xiang Qi.

Today's Xiang Qi is already at the peak of the True Spirit Realm, her strength terrifyingly immense.

Beside Xiang Qi was Shen Die of the Seven Emotions Sect.

"May the path ahead be smooth for you both, and may all your wishes be fulfilled."

Xiang Qi's gaze was calm: "If I see Xiang Long, I will look after him.

If Xiang Long is delayed from the War of Immortal Slaying, should this battle be won, I will help him seize a wisp of Mingxing Qi."

"Many thanks, Fairy Xiang Qi." The Xiang Family ancestor's voice was aged.

At this time, Shen Die, who had been silent, finally spoke, and a scroll appeared in her hand: "If the Wusheng Well opens, I ask that you please help me throw this painting into the well, Senior."

Beside them, Ye You, Fang Niu, and even Xiang Qi looked at Shen Die with surprise, not knowing the meaning of her action.

However, the Xiang Family ancestor still took the scroll: "Very well."

The War of Immortal Slaying has also officially raised its curtain.

The Xiang Family ancestor and the others watched the backs of the two women as they left and let out a long sigh.

Is the Qi Lin child of Medicine Blood State going to miss this War of Immortal Slaying?

Three months later.

Heaven Oath Valley.

A figure descended.

Qiyou stood up, the sunlight slanting across his face, making him appear heroic and martial.

"Has everyone for the War of Immortal Slaying arrived?"

"An Qiaoke of Damo State died during his breakthrough to the True Spirit Realm and could not come." A Buddha Lord spoke, compassionate toward the world.

At this moment, a voice also arrived: "Xiang Long of the Xiang Family has not come."

Qiyou's gaze was profound.

After thinking for a long time, he finally remembered who Xiang Long was.

For these two thousand years, he has been diligently cultivating and breaking through.

His father had also long since passed away.

The little bit of resentment from his father back then had long since vanished like smoke.

He had not thought of Xiang Long for some years now.

In today's Jiuzhou, there are not many people left who can catch his attention.

"Why did he not come?" Qiyou asked.

Beside him, Xiang Qi spoke, her voice carrying a trace of disappointment: "He could not be found."

"Then are we to wait for him?" A white-haired elder spoke.

Among these heaven-gifted geniuses, quite a few have eventually aged into old men, no longer retaining their youthful appearances.

Qiyou's gaze was profound: "The War of Immortal Slaying begins in two months; we shall wait for him for one more month. If he does not come, we will not wait any longer and will march together toward the Heavenly Palace."

The others nodded, very much in agreement with Qiyou's words.

The Ghost Immortals are powerful, and every heaven-gifted genius who deals with the Ghost Immortals is worth waiting for.

However, one cannot waste the best opportunity for battle just by waiting.

Just then, Lin Chan, who had rarely spoken, opened his mouth: "No need to wait."

Hearing Lin Chan's words, many people present were astonished.

"Brother Lin, what do you mean?"

Xiang Qi looked at Lin Chan, also frowning.

Lin Chan and Xiang Long were not acquainted.

Could it be that Lin Chan knew Xiang Long's whereabouts?

"Xiang Long... is already Slaying the Immortal," Lin Chan said calmly.

"What?" someone present exclaimed.

No one at all knew of this news.

"But the Ghost Immortal is still fine, and the Gatekeeper is also fine?

Could it be that he failed to Slay the Immortal and was captured by the Ghost Immortal?"

Lin Chan stood motionless, his face showing a nervous expression for the first time: "No need to wait any longer, we can just go to the Heavenly Palace to Slay the Immortal."

Immediately, over forty people on the scene responded to Lin Chan's words, including Shen Die.

Xiang Qi looked at Lin Chan and asked: "Fellow Daoist Lin Chan, do you know Xiang Long's current whereabouts?"

Lin Chan answered indifferently: "After Slaying the Immortal, you will naturally be able to see him."

Xiang Qi was puzzled; she did not understand what Lin Chan meant.

Could it be that the Ghost Immortal had captured Xiang Long and locked him in the Heavenly Palace?

Beside them, Qiyou looked at Lin Chan and finally spoke: "Since that is the case, we need not worry about how Xiang Long is; we can just proceed with the original plan to Slay the Immortal."

Having one more Xiang Long or one less Xiang Long made no difference.

The Slaying of the Immortal was imperative.

The ninety-plus peerless prodigies present, now giants in their own right, were emitting powerful auras at this moment.

Everyone looked up at the Heavenly Vault, their fierce auras boiling and surging straight toward the Heavenly Vault.

The sea of clouds upon the Heavenly Vault boiled because of this.

"Slay the Immortal!"

"Slay the Immortal!"

This period was the time of the Spiritual Qi tide return in Jiuzhou, when Spiritual Qi was at its most abundant.

This was also the time when the opportunity for Jiuzhou to Slay the Immortal was greatest.

Ninety-three upright figures soared into the sky.

From different directions across the Jiuzhou Continent, all cultivators saw ninety-three rays of light rushing toward the Heavenly Vault.

The War of Immortal Slaying officially began.

At Dragon King Ridge, the Xiang Family, the Xiang Family ancestor let out a sigh: "Long Er... where on earth has he gone?"

However, immediately afterward, his eyes revealed a sharp edge: "May this Slaying of the Immortal be smooth and without peril."

At the same time, many aged figures across Jiuzhou were also looking at the Heavenly Vault, their gazes expectant and filled with hope.

At the Medicine Saint Sect, Yun Ying sat on the ground, clear tears flowing.

Zimo sat blankly in the courtyard, his gaze filled with sorrow: "This Slaying of the Immortal, sigh..."

Jiuzhou only knew of the Ghost Immortal and the Gatekeeper, but how could they know that behind the Ghost Immortal and the Gatekeeper, there were endless True Immortals?

Relying solely on these True Spirit Realm powerhouses, they could not even Slay the infinitely regenerating Ghost Immortal, so how could they be a match for the True Immortals?

Jiuzhou had little hope.

"Wei An, why have you not yet awakened?" Zimo's voice was anxious.

By all logic, Wei An should have awakened long ago, but now, she was still in a deep sleep.

Beside him, a white-haired elder appeared: "Perhaps there is no one in this world she wishes to see, so she is unwilling to wake up."

Zimo was suddenly choked for words, unable to speak.

(End of this chapter)