Chapter 154: The Opportunity Left Behind by Xiang Long

"This drop of blood..."

The ancestor of the Xiang Family sensed it carefully, with extreme precision.

"It must have existed for a thousand years."

Upon reaching this conclusion, a sense of sorrow arose in the hearts of everyone present.

A thousand years ago, Xiang Long fell, leaving nothing behind.

Now it seems, a drop of blood had fallen into the Wusheng Well.

And now, it has floated out.

Feeling this drop of blood, the ancestor of the Xiang Family felt his Spirit Origin begin to boil.

The several elders present felt the same.

This drop of Dragon Blood was absolutely a precious treasure.

Merely standing to the side, everyone felt their Spirit Origin boiling.

If they were to consume it, they were certain their potential would definitely advance to the next level.

Yet, no one felt any greed for this drop of Dragon Blood.

This was the only thing their disciple had left for this world.

Just then, the eyes of the ancestor of the Xiang Family narrowed: "Not good, this drop of blood cannot maintain its Spirituality; it is about to dissipate."

He understood in an instant.

Back then, before Xiang Long died, he left behind a drop of fresh blood.

This drop of fresh blood fell into the Wusheng Well.

After a thousand years, this drop of fresh blood finally appeared in the world.

However, having endured a thousand years of time and the terrifying environment within the Wusheng Well, this drop of blood could finally no longer hold on and began to dissipate.

The ancestor of the Xiang Family struck instantly, his entire body's Spirit Origin surging.

The Seven Demon Saints of Medicine Blood State also struck quickly from the side, wanting to keep this drop of blood.

But that was the blood of a True Dragon, containing the power of an immortal spirit; it was simply not something their Spirit Origin could control.

Boom!

Suddenly, that drop of fresh blood could no longer hold on and dissipated with a roar.

The ancestor of the Xiang Family, usually steady despite his decrepit age, lost his composure and lunged forward: "No."

His aged body lunged, wanting to grab that drop of blood, but unfortunately, the dissipation of that drop of blood was too rapid and irreversible.

In an instant, that drop of blood vanished without a trace.

The Seven Demon Saints of Medicine Blood State looked at the vanished blood with complex expressions and extreme heartache.

However, their gazes now turned toward the outside of the room.

"It's raining." Ye You looked at the rain outside, his body drenched in the drizzle.

This rain was tinged with some red liquid.

It had been a sunny day just a moment ago, but after the blood disappeared, it rained instantly.

The ancestor of the Xiang Family and the others also appeared outside the room, sensing this rain.

With their discernment, they naturally knew this rain fell because of that drop of blood.

The range of the rain was not large, distributed only over Dragon King Ridge.

The ancestor of the Xiang Family moved his lips: "This is the opportunity Xiang Long left for us a thousand years ago."

As this rain fell and dripped onto his body, the ancestor of the Xiang Family felt his Spirit Power become more active, and his potential seemed to have increased slightly.

Originally, he had no hope of breaking through to a higher realm in this life, but now, he could advance further.

A look of heartache and complexity also appeared on Ye You's face.

Deep within the Henghe Sect.

The old man closed his eyes, countless Spiritual Qi surging, with several cauldrons tortured to death circling nearby.

Just then, the old man suddenly felt a chill down his spine and opened his eyes.

He immediately saw a young man in front of him.

A sense of foreboding arose in the old man's heart: "Who are you, and why do you trespass into my Henghe Sect?"

The old man was of the True Spirit Realm, already standing at the peak of this world.

Yet, the young man before him had suddenly appeared in front of him.

He wanted to use a Daoist Method to escape, but found the space was Imprisoned.

"You were the one who said... the Ghost Immortal is me?" The person who arrived was naturally Lin Chao.

He knew that the Henghe Sect was a major power that had recently risen.

Moreover, this major power was quite hostile toward the Xiang Family.

Lin Chao would naturally not let them go.

Sure enough, hearing Lin Chao's words, the old man's eyes narrowed: "You... are Xiang Long!"

He was terrified to the extreme.

How could Xiang Long still be alive!

How did he suddenly appear here?

Yet, while the thoughts in his heart continued, his life had already come to an end.

A flash of Gold light passed, and the old man's Divine Soul was extinguished then and there.

"Cough, cough..." Looking at the corpse on the ground, Lin Chao coughed.

Beside him, the butterfly bird's small hand stroked Lin Chao, seemingly wanting to soothe his pain.

"I'm fine." Lin Chao's face was pale, and he smiled.

The butterfly bird was silent.

She naturally sensed that Xiang Long's life force was constantly fading away.

She was completely powerless to do anything.

Just as before.

"Let's go, let's head to the Heavenly Palace." Lin Chao let out a sigh.

It was time for him to see an old friend as well.

He did not know who that True Immortal in the Heavenly Palace was.

It might be an acquaintance, or it might not.

Hopefully not... this was the thought in Lin Chao's heart.

Deep within the Heavenly Palace, a man was draped in a black robe, his entire person hidden within the darkness.

At this moment, an anxious expression appeared on his face: "The Immortal World Channel still cannot be opened."

He had been attempting it for nearly a hundred years, yet the Immortal World Channel still could not be opened.

For this, he had also sustained quite heavy injuries.

As a True Immortal, remaining in Jiuzhou for a long time was a form of harm to him.

Only by stepping into the Upper Realm was his true path to survival.

Suddenly, the black-robed man let out a cry of pain: "Not good... the Immortal Spirit Qi is in turmoil again."

The expression on his face became twisted.

This was the price of a True Immortal being unable to ascend into the Immortal World and remaining in Jiuzhou.

He had to devour powerful cultivators to stabilize the turmoil of the Immortal Spirit Qi.

"This time..." The black-robed man's gaze was filled with conflict.

He had already caused quite a lot of slaughter.

This time, he was selecting a new target.

"Da Mo and... Qiyou, then."

The black-robed man pondered for a while and finally made his decision.

He decided that his targets this time would be these two.

No matter what, he had to make the two of them fall.

A look of relief appeared on the black-robed man's face, and his figure vanished from sight.

Feng Shen Zhou.

Heaven Expansion Gate.

Qiyou sat upright on a meditation cushion, Spiritual Qi surging within his body.

"Those who cultivate the Dao seek the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, follow the numbers of yin and yang, and seize..."

The current Qiyou still maintained the appearance of a middle-aged man.

At this time, he was preaching the Dao to the disciples of his sect.

Lotus flowers spilled from his mouth, and immortal sounds lingered everywhere; his disciples listened, completely mesmerized.

An hour passed, and Qiyou raised his horsetail whisk, his figure vanishing from sight.

"Grandmaster Qiyou is truly formidable; he has enlightened me greatly. I fear it won't be long before I can step into the Heavenly Venerable Realm."

"That is Grandmaster Qiyou, the peerless genius of our Heaven Expansion Gate, rarely seen in ten thousand years.

During the War of Immortal Slaying, the first merit belonged deservedly to Lord Dragon Emperor, but the second merit must surely belong to our Grandmaster Qiyou.

In the War of Immortal Slaying, it was Grandmaster Qiyou who led many geniuses."

"Sigh, when will I be able to become someone like Grandmaster Qiyou?"

"However, True Person Da Mo actually spoke provocatively a while ago and insulted Grandmaster Qiyou; it is truly detestable."

"Grandmaster Qiyou is magnanimous and does not hold grudges against petty people."

The many disciples of the Heaven Expansion Gate were discussing it fervently.

On the other side, after finishing his sermon, Qiyou went for a stroll around the sect.

Finally, he went to see his master.

"Master, the sect is flourishing now; don't exhaust yourself too much."

In front of this master whose strength was inferior to his own, Qiyou did not put on the airs of a powerhouse.

"You..." A satisfied smile appeared on the old man's face.

The thing the old man was most satisfied with in this life was taking Qiyou as his disciple.

"Be careful lately; I heard the Ghost Immortal has revived," the old man warned.

Hearing his master's words, a trace of something strange flashed in the depths of Qiyou's eyes: "Rest assured, if the Ghost Immortal dares to come, I will surely kill him."

(End of this chapter)