Chapter 149: Lin Chan's Refusal

Qiyou looked at the Ghost Immortal and took a deep breath.

He recalled what his master had told him one day: the Ghost Immortal was even more terrifying than imagined.

Behind the Ghost Immortal, there were suspected to be other True Immortals.

"You are already at the end of your rope; how dare you disturb our Dao hearts."

After Qiyou finished speaking, the expressions of the prodigies present tightened.

Everyone immediately activated the Formation again and attacked the Ghost Immortal.

At this moment, if they felt fear toward the Ghost Immortal, they would undoubtedly lose the War of Immortal Slaying!

The Ghost Immortal wore a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Whether I disturb your Dao hearts or not, you are all fish on my chopping block."

Qiyou's expression was grave, and the group relied on the Formation to continuously launch attacks at the Ghost Immortal.

However, without the Burning Blood Art, their attacks were merely suppressing the Ghost Immortal.

Occasionally they could lightly wound the Ghost Immortal, but to the Ghost Immortal, it was completely painless and inconsequential.

The Ghost Immortal's mouth curled into an effeminate smile: "Stop, you have no hope."

Qiyou's gaze was profound; the many prodigies exchanged words while continuing their attacks.

"Should we... use the Burning Blood Art again?"

It was Qiyou who spoke; at this moment, his expression was cold and his gaze resolute.

At this point, they had already used the Burning Blood Art once; using it a second time would mean certain death.

Of course, they would also be able to unleash a strike as powerful as the one just now.

Hearing Qiyou's words, the eyes of the other prodigies flickered slightly.

"If we use it and the Ghost Immortal revives again, what then?" Pan had blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, appearing to have suffered no light injuries.

Hearing this, the prodigies present all fell silent.

"If we don't give it a try, we won't be able to Slay the Ghost Immortal at all!

Then, the efforts of Jiuzhou over so many years, our three thousand years of effort, will have been wasted in vain!" someone said in a suppressed voice.

"But... if we use the Burning Blood Art to Slay the Ghost Immortal again and he revives, what do we do?" someone worried.

"If we keep fighting like this, once our Spirit Origin is exhausted, we will only be lambs waiting to be slaughtered."

The battle continued, and the Spirit Origin within the Heavenly Palace surged incessantly.

Qiyou took a deep look at the Ghost Immortal and made a decision in his heart: "We must use the Burning Blood Art to Slay the Ghost Immortal!"

The many prodigies were silent for half a breath, then one voice after another came.

"Agreed!"

"Agreed."

"Agreed."

At this time, they had no other choice.

Just then, however, Lin Chan, who had been silent, spoke up.

"Disagreed."

He rejected Qiyou's proposal.

As Lin Chan spoke, about half of the prodigies simultaneously said "Disagreed."

These prodigies immediately split into two camps.

Qiyou's expression changed slightly: "Lin Chan, what do you mean?"

At this time, the last thing that could happen was for them to have a disagreement.

"Using the Burning Blood Art again to Slay the Ghost Immortal will indeed prevent him from reviving again.

However, a new Ghost Immortal will appear in the world.

We must preserve our useful lives; there are more important things to do." Lin Chan's expression was calm.

"What... do you mean?" Qiyou was puzzled.

The prodigies present were also quite confused.

"Didn't the Ghost Immortal say he was a puppet?

Actually, he didn't lie to us.

He is indeed a puppet, and a clown at that.

The person behind him is the true source of evil, the great enemy of Jiuzhou." Lin Chan's voice was icy.

"How is that possible?"

"The Ghost Immortal is so powerful, a True Immortal expert; how could he be a puppet!"

"How could such a powerful Ghost Immortal pledge loyalty to someone else?"

"If we can't even kill the Ghost Immortal, and there is someone else behind him, wouldn't our three thousand years of effort be a joke?"

Qiyou looked at Lin Chan, his heart tightening: "What you said..."

"Is naturally true," Lin Chan said coldly. "We must preserve our useful lives to deal with the real enemy; naturally, we will not waste our lives for the sake of the Ghost Immortal."

The prodigies present all began to breathe rapidly.

Lin Chan's words dealt them a huge shock.

Lin Chan's talent was no less than Qiyou's.

Moreover, in terms of raw strength, Lin Chan was even stronger than Qiyou.

Lin Chan had no reason to lie to them.

And the Ghost Immortal outside seemed to have heard the exchange between these prodigies.

His face wore an effeminate smile: "You seem to know quite a lot."

"It seems that the True Immortal who has been blocking the Heavenly Palace for three thousand years also has some connection to you all."

"What?"

The words of the Ghost were even more baffling.

There is another True Immortal blocking the Heavenly Palace for three thousand years?

Who is this True Immortal?

And who are they blocking?

Blocking the existence behind the Ghost?

Xiang Qi's expression was complex; she had not expected so many twists and turns in this War of Immortal Slaying.

She had still been thinking of giving her all to Slay the Ghost and help Xiang Long seize a wisp of Mingxing Qi.

Now it seemed that, let alone seizing Mingxing Qi, even surviving was difficult.

Just then, Xiang Qi was suddenly slightly stunned.

Xiang Long?

Didn't Lin Chan say earlier that Xiang Long was in the Heavenly Palace?

Now, Lin Chan had revealed so much information, and the Ghost had said something shocking.

Could it be... that all of this is related to Xiang Long?

Just at this moment, a huge vibration sound suddenly came.

The entire Heavenly Palace was shaking at this moment.

The Void itself began to tremble.

It was as if a peerless ferocious beast was crashing into the Palace of the Heavenly Palace.

Lin Chan's gaze revealed a sharp edge: "It has finally arrived."

Qiyou suppressed the shock in his heart, forcing himself to calm down.

Xiang Qi glanced at Shen Die beside her, then looked toward the Heavenly Palace.

The Ghost stood to the side, smiling yet not smiling: "I can finally... live forever."

The shaking continued, attracting everyone's attention.

And at this moment, deep within the Heavenly Palace, a golden Divine Dragon let out a dragon roar.

This Giant Dragon was two hundred and thirty-seven zhang long, its whole body emitting a golden glow, but it was covered in blood.

The dragon scales covering its dragon body now numbered only about a thousand.

In front of the True Dragon, eight True Immortals with handsome faces wore brilliant smiles.

"Vile beast, how much longer can you hold on?"

Three thousand years!

This dragon had been blocking the depths of the Heavenly Palace for three thousand years.

This was a great battle that had continued for three thousand years, without sleep or rest.

Deep in the Heavenly Palace, there were a full sixty-three True Immortals.

Every single True Immortal had crossed paths with this True Dragon.

Each time, this True Dragon had consumed its scales to unleash secret techniques.

Otherwise, how could one True Dragon cope with sixty-three True Immortals taking turns to fight?

This True Dragon was fierce enough; in these three thousand years, it had wiped out a full nine True Immortals.

Of course, to these True Immortals, this True Dragon had reached the end of its rope.

Lin Chao paid no heed, his massive body crashing against the Heavenly Palace.

The Heavenly Palace let out a tremor.

"You want to get out?" The leading True Immortal had a smile on her lips.

The eight True Immortals attacking now could be said to be the eight strongest True Immortals in the depths of the Heavenly Palace.

They were the Overlords among the True Immortals.

The eight of them were the last to act, specifically to finally Slay the True Dragon.

Lin Chao looked coldly at these eight True Immortals: "Could it be that you think you can stop me?"

"We cannot stop you." The leading True Immortal shook her head; her entire body was wrapped in white mist, and there was a profound aura about her.

"It is a pity; a True Dragon like you, if you appeared in the Immortal World, would be an Overlord of a generation.

However, this is the Lower Realm, a Lower Realm that cannot ascend to the Upper Realm.

Therefore, your ending is already destined."

"Is that so?" Lin Chao grinned and laughed, and immediately, three-colored Fire rushed toward the eight True Immortals.

The eight True Immortals formed hand seals, and a protective barrier blocked them, stopping Lin Chao's attack.

Exchanges like this had happened countless times over the three thousand years.

For these three thousand years, Lin Chao had not slept or rested, always in a state of fighting.

His eyelids had never closed, and his mind had never relaxed.

Every moment, he was in a state of attacking or defending.

At this moment, he was covered in blood, his injuries were extremely severe, and he had indeed reached the end of his strength.

He had forcibly blocked these True Immortals here for three thousand years.

"You want to get out, and we also want to get out." The leading True Immortal's lips curled into a smile.

The War of Immortal Slaying was naturally their handiwork, with their pushing and fueling.

It was all for the sake of a grand feast.

"You all want to get out, too?" Lin Chao narrowed his eyes.

He naturally knew that these True Immortals could not leave the depths of the Heavenly Palace.

Therefore, there was an extremely powerful Imprison in the depths of the Heavenly Palace.

Lin Chao could not get out, and the True Immortals could not get out either.

At this moment, however, the Imprison had loosened somewhat.

The leading True Immortal gave a coquettish laugh and waved her hand.

Instantly, the sturdy Heavenly Palace collapsed in an instant.

Countless Formations and walls were submerged in an instant.

The appearance of the depths of the Heavenly Palace was also completely exposed to the vision of Jiuzhou.

(End of this chapter)