Chapter 153: The Ghost Immortal Reappears?

The young woman looked at the Iron-Eating Beast, then at that figure, her gaze deep and complex.

Before long, a woman flew over.

"Senior Sister, why did you come down from the Flying Boat?

Were those two people just now your old acquaintances?"

The young woman smiled and shook her head: "No, it is my first time seeing them as well.

However, that man among them looks somewhat like the man in the portrait in Great-Grandmother's room.

I felt a connection, so I came to take a look."

"Ah?" the woman was slightly stunned.

"The man in the portrait was a junior fellow apprentice of Great-Grandmother.

That junior fellow apprentice helped Great-Grandmother avenge her master's death; Great-Grandmother always kept it in her heart, so she painted a picture based on her memory," the young woman explained.

"So, Ancestor Yun had such a past," the woman said in surprise.

"By the way, the man in the portrait is... Xiang Long."

"What, it's him?" A look of shock and admiration appeared on the woman's face.

In all of Jiuzhou, who does not know that peerless genius who transformed his body into a dragon and blocked dozens of True Immortals at the Heavenly Palace single-handedly?

After three thousand years of bitter fighting without sleep or rest, he finally managed to slay the True Immortals who were plaguing Jiuzhou.

"If I had known, I would have come down from the Flying Boat earlier. I also wanted to see what someone who looks like that legendary figure looks like."

Which young girl in Jiuzhou does not dream of romance?

Especially since the Dragon Emperor's experiences were too legendary, too tragic.

"It's a pity, it's only a resemblance," the young woman chuckled. "The Dragon Emperor was awe-inspiring without anger, sacred and majestic; that person just now had the temperament of a recluse."

"Sigh," the woman also sighed. "Jiuzhou says the Dragon Emperor is dead; it must just be someone who looks like him."

After the Heaven-Severing War ended, Jiuzhou searched for Xiang Long for hundreds of years.

However, they found nothing at all.

Everyone in their hearts had already concluded that the Dragon Emperor had perished together with those True Immortals, leaving not even a corpse behind.

Of course, there were still some who held hope in their hearts.

At this moment, the young woman suddenly let out a sigh: "It has only been a thousand years since the Dragon Emperor slew the True Immortals, and Jiuzhou is already restless again."

The woman beside her also fell silent.

They had come to the Tian Yun Sect this time to represent the Medicine Saint Sect and discuss important matters with the Tian Yun Sect.

This important matter also had to do with True Immortals.

"Rumor has it... the Ghost Immortal has been resurrected."

The two women looked at each other and both fell silent.

In the distance, Lin Chao rode the Iron-Eating Beast, his gaze calm, murmuring to himself: "Has the Ghost Immortal been resurrected?"

He revealed a smile.

Naturally, he did not believe the Ghost Immortal had been resurrected.

Those True Immortals had all been slain by him one by one; it was impossible for any survivors to remain.

"Jiuzhou..." Thinking of something, Lin Chao also let out a sigh. "Die, how about we go back to Dragon King Ridge together to take a look?"

During these days, Lin Chao had not drunk the bird-girl's blood again, and the bird-girl's body, after taking human form, had also begun to grow slowly.

Since the first time Lin Chao saw her, the bird-girl's appearance seemed to have grown by a year or two.

"Okay," Die agreed, not refusing.

Naturally, she also knew that the person holding her did not have many years left to live.

Medicine Blood State.

The Xiang Family ancestor lay on a grandmaster chair, basking in the Sun: "Cough, cough..."

He let out a cough.

Beside him, Ye You squinted his eyes: "Another thousand years have passed."

Four thousand years had passed since Xiang Long left Dragon King Ridge.

The lifespans of these old fellows were also reaching their limits.

After all, they were only Pseudo-Immortals; only Fang Niu and the Xiang Family ancestor had reached the True Spirit Realm, perhaps allowing them to live a bit longer.

The Xiang Family ancestor frowned at this moment: "Only a thousand years, and Jiuzhou is already..."

Hearing the Xiang Family ancestor's words, Ye You's face showed a look of apprehension: "The one who wiped out the Blood Luo Gate Sect Master with a single palm... is it really the Ghost Immortal?"

Recently, Jiuzhou had become turbulent once again.

Among them, many top experts had fallen.

Half a month ago, the Blood Luo Gate Sect Master fell.

The Blood Luo Gate Sect Master was a True Spirit Realm cultivator, considered a top expert even in Jiuzhou.

Yet, he died without a sound.

Slowly, a piece of information spread through Jiuzhou: during the War of Immortal Slaying, Xiang Long was exhausted, and in the end, two or three True Immortals escaped and had been hiding in the shadows to heal their wounds.

Now that a thousand years had passed, these True Immortals had begun to ravage the world again.

"Who knows who it is?" Speaking of this, the Xiang Family ancestor was very angry. "That bullshit Constant River Sect is secretly spreading rumors, saying that the Ghost Immortal is Long Er, and that Xiang Long is slaughtering top experts to heal his wounds."

The Xiang Family ancestor was furious, and Ye You was also incredibly angry.

The Henghe Sect was a major power that had risen over the last thousand years.

This power entered the broken walls and ruins of the Heavenly Palace, picked up many treasures, and leaped to become one of the top ten powers in Jiuzhou.

The other powers of Jiuzhou cannot afford to underestimate them.

"If Long Er were still alive... how wonderful that would be." The Xiang Family ancestor let out a sigh.

"Sigh..." Ye You's voice was also incomparably aged.

In the past, they were proud of Xiang Long.

Later, they felt that it was better for the person to simply be there.

So many honors, such pride, were not worth mentioning.

Beside the Wusheng Well, Lin Chao's gaze was calm.

The butterfly bird still nestled in Lin Chao's embrace: "Are you not going to go see them?"

Lin Chao shook his head: "Why make them experience that pain all over again?"

Perhaps for over a thousand years, these close ones have already accepted the reality of his death.

If he were to appear now, it would indeed give these people a brief surprise.

However, he does not have long to live.

Making these old people feel the pain of a loved one's passing once more is not what Lin Chao wants.

At this moment, Lin Chao held a letter in his hand.

This letter was left for him by Zimo at the Xiang Family.

Lin Chao was reading it at this moment.

"Disciple, your master is leaving.

Jiuzhou... has no future.

If one day you cannot hold on, take people through the Endless Burning Ruins and come to me."

"Jiuzhou has no future." Lin Chao muttered to himself.

Does Jiuzhou have no future?

Does it not?

Even if he killed more than sixty True Immortals, can he not change the original outcome?

Lin Chao looked up at the sky; above the Heavenly Vault, a new layer of shadow seemed to be shrouding it.

Just at this moment, a crisp voice came.

"Who are you people, and why are you trespassing in the forbidden grounds of my Xiang Family?"

A young boy in a Daoist robe walked over, a look of astonishment on his face.

Lin Chao looked at the Daoist boy and smiled.

The Daoist boy felt his head spin and immediately fainted beside the Wusheng Well.

Lin Chao held the butterfly bird: "We should go."

Sometimes, it is better not to meet than to meet.

"Okay." The butterfly bird nodded obediently.

Wherever Xiang Long is, she feels exceptionally warm.

Half an hour later.

The Xiang Family ancestor looked at the Daoist boy before him, a flash of confusion in his eyes: "You say you dreamed of a dragon?"

"Yes!" The Daoist boy said hurriedly, "I was by the Wusheng Well and suddenly fell asleep.

I had a dream, and I dreamed of a dragon.

When I woke up, a strange drop of blood had appeared beside me.

I suspect it is Dragon Blood!"

The Daoist boy naturally knew the legend of the dragon in the Wusheng Well.

He suspected that this drop of blood was the blood of the True Dragon from the Wusheng Well.

As he spoke, the Daoist boy waved his hand, and a drop of Dragon Blood appeared.

He did not hide it.

After all, with his strength and cultivation, he could not possibly control such a treasure.

The Xiang Family ancestor's pupils constricted; he looked at that drop of Dragon Blood, his eyes moist: "Long Er..."

Beside him, several terrifying figures appeared, all staring at that drop of blood.

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