Chapter 155: I, Too, Once... (End of the Ghost Immortal Volume)

"Qiyou, be careful in all things; the Ghost Immortals are not so easy to deal with."

"If you feel danger, you can gather with Empress Xiang Qi, Pan, and other powerhouses to discuss countermeasures together," the old man said, still uneasy, adding one more sentence.

"Don't worry, Master." A trace of warmth arose in Qiyou's heart; he placed his hand on the old man's shoulder and began to knead it slowly.

The old man closed his eyes slightly: "Sigh, your master is old; it is a pity I will not see the day you ascend to immortality."

Qiyou's gaze was complex: "Master, a good person has their own heaven-sent luck."

After conversing with his master for half a day, Qiyou returned to his own cave dwelling.

At this moment, a young attendant with bright eyes and white teeth walked in.

"Grandmaster, there is a senior who claims to be an old friend of yours and wishes to see you."

Hearing this, Qiyou was slightly stunned.

"Let him in."

Qiyou closed his eyes, and the restrictions of the cave dwelling opened.

Not long after, a slightly unfamiliar voice came through.

"Qiyou, it has been a long time."

Lin Chao walked into the cave dwelling, holding a butterfly bird.

His eyes were tranquil, making it impossible for others to tell what he was thinking.

Seeing the person who had arrived, Qiyou's pupils constricted slightly, a chill rose up his spine, and his body trembled slightly: "Xiang Long, you are actually still alive."

"Just lingering on in a steadily worsening condition; I won't live much longer," Lin Chao let out a sigh.

Indeed, the years he had left were less than one.

As he spoke, Lin Chao even coughed once.

The butterfly bird heart-achingly used a silk handkerchief to wipe the residual blood from the corner of Lin Chao's mouth.

Qiyou looked at Lin Chao, his gaze filled with reverence: "Back then, you used your own body to block dozens of True Immortals for three thousand years; it is truly admirable."

He looked at Lin Chao and finally spoke slowly: "I... am far inferior to you."

Lin Chao looked at Qiyou, his gaze remaining calm: "I heard that among the True Immortals I slew back then, there were those who slipped through the net, and now they are wreaking havoc on Jiuzhou again."

Qiyou stopped moving: "It is possible there were those who slipped through the net, or perhaps..."

Qiyou did not say the rest of his words.

Lin Chao let out a sigh: "Can the Immortal World Channel not be opened?"

"It cannot be opened," Qiyou shook his head, "I have tried many times, and I cannot open it."

"Indeed, the sixty True Immortals of that time could not open it; even if one or two new True Immortals appear now, they cannot open it," Lin Chao said.

One thousand years is a long time, but it is also very short.

Even for a powerhouse in the True Spirit Realm, obtaining Mingxing Qi and using one thousand years to break through to the True Immortal Realm is extremely difficult.

"Brother Qiyou, do you think Jiuzhou has a future?"

"Human nature is inherently selfish; even if one becomes an immortal, one is still just a more powerful human.

If the Immortal World Channel does not open, Jiuzhou has no future," Qiyou's voice carried a trace of firmness.

Lin Chao looked at Qiyou and let out a sigh.

Worldly affairs are impermanent.

"Brother Qiyou, I remember that during the War of Immortal Slaying, you also risked your life, willing to cast the Burning Blood Art twice to Slay Ghost Immortals."

Qiyou was silent at first, then slowly nodded: "That's right, I also once..."

He never spoke the words that followed.

Lin Chao used his hand to smooth the butterfly bird's hair; he did not look at Qiyou: "Brother Qiyou, do you know the reason for my visit today?"

Qiyou picked up a cup of spirit tea and began to drink it slowly.

Qiyou took a sip, and his eyes became sharp at this moment, as if he had returned to the War of Immortal Slaying a thousand years ago.

"A thousand years ago, some True Immortals escaped and have lived until now."

Qiyou looked at Lin Chao and spoke slowly.

Lin Chao nodded without speaking, continuing to wait for Qiyou's words.

Qiyou took another sip of tea: "The Ghost Immortals who have lingered on in a steadily worsening condition only kill those who are great villains and wicked people."

Lin Chao continued to nod.

Qiyou took another sip of Water: "Today, Qiyou failed to break through to True Immortal... and my body and Dao have dissipated..."

Lin Chao nodded.

Qiyou looked at Lin Chao, his voice filled with complexity and gratitude: "Xiang Long, thank you... Master has always been proud of me, but I... I do not want that old man to be sad or hurt.

However, the Immortal World Channel is closed, and that is not what I wanted either."

At this moment, Qiyou was like a child who had made a mistake.

However, this emotion only lasted for a few breaths before Qiyou felt relieved again.

"The Immortal World Channel being closed is no excuse.

Xiang Long, thank you for appearing now."

After Qiyou finished speaking, a relieved smile appeared in his eyes.

"The Burning Blood Art that was not finished a thousand years ago, now is the time to continue it."

After speaking, the aura on Qiyou's body suddenly became stronger.

Yet, behind this powerful aura, Qiyou was like the flame of a dying candle, flickering and swaying in the wind and rain.

In the year 1027 of the Dragon Calendar, Qiyou forcibly attempted to break through to True Immortal and failed, his body and Dao dissipating.

Lin Chao looked at Qiyou's figure and sighed deeply: "He once shed blood for Jiuzhou too..."

It is a pity, but people are complex.

Beside him, the butterfly bird's gaze was very calm.

The passing of an outsider meant nothing at all to her.

"Will the dragon slayer eventually become an evil dragon?" Lin Chao could not help but let out a sigh.

The butterfly bird frowned: "Why slay a dragon? I hate dragon slayers."

"Haha." Lin Chao laughed out loud, though this laughter was truly somewhat bitter.

His body also dissipated right there.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a white-haired old man appeared in Qiyou's cave dwelling, holding Qiyou's corpse: "Foolish child, why did you have to use the Burning Blood Art?

You hid it from your master for a lifetime, was that not enough?"

Beside him, the other Elders of the Heaven Evolution Gate felt a sense of sorrow rise in their hearts.

……

Above the pavilion, Pan took a sip of wine.

At his current realm, any wine tasted as bland as Water.

Beside Pan, there were over a dozen other experts.

These experts were all in the True Spirit Realm.

Even having obtained the Mingxing Qi, it would still take many years to break through to the True Immortal Realm.

Originally, they had gathered to discuss dealing with the surviving Ghost immortals.

But at this moment, the atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

Xiang Qi frowned: "Qiyou is dead; he used the Burning Blood Art before he died."

Everyone present fell silent.

"Who forced him to use the Burning Blood Art?" one expert asked, a look of confusion in their eyes.

At this time, Pan, who had been drinking the whole time, spoke up: "Some time ago, a young girl came from the Medicine Saint Sect, and she said that on the road, she saw a young man who looked somewhat like Xiang Long.

That young man was riding an Iron-Eating Beast and holding a little girl in his arms."

"What?" The experts present were all sharp-minded individuals and instantly understood what Pan meant.

"Could it be... that Xiang Long is still alive?"

The crowd was astonished.

A thousand years ago, the shock Xiang Long gave them still felt like yesterday.

"A while ago, it rained in the Xiang Family, and the talents of the Xiang Family's descendants all improved by a notch.

A few days ago, the ancestor of the Ganges Sect, who held a grudge against the Xiang Family, suffered a cultivation deviation."

The crowd listened, their hearts shaken.

Various signs indicated that it was very likely Xiang Long had not died.

Xiang Qi bit her lip, her expression complex: "Since he is alive, why is he unwilling to see us old friends? I am still waiting to ask him where Shen Die actually went!"

"Perhaps he has more important things to do." Pan revealed a bitter smile, "Three thousand years ago, while we were still struggling to deal with the Ghost immortals, he alone Slayed the True Immortals behind the Ghost immortals.

We are not the hope of Jiuzhou; he is."

The people present were silent.

They naturally knew of Xiang Long's strength.

Even after a thousand years, they, without using the Burning Blood Art, were still no match for the Ghost immortals even if they joined forces.

Behind the Ghost immortals, there were even dozens of True Immortals, yet they were still Slayed by Xiang Long.

"We... are too useless." Pan drank his wine and suddenly laughed, and as he laughed, tears flowed out.

The once-proud geniuses also began to laugh.

However, just at this moment, the crowd's laughter suddenly stalled.

Xiang Qi suddenly stood up.

"The Immortal World Channel... has opened!"

Possessing the Mingxing Qi, they were only one step away from the True Immortal Realm.

When the Immortal World Channel opened, they would naturally sense it immediately.

"The Immortal World Channel has opened!"

The Immortal World Channel had been closed, and dozens of True Immortals had been unable to open it for nearly ten thousand years.

But now, it had opened!

This was simply unimaginable.

At this moment, everyone's heart thought of one person.

"Xiang Long, it must be him!"

Within Jiuzhou, if anyone could open the Immortal World Channel, it had to be Xiang Long.

The crowd was pleasantly surprised, yet also sighed with emotion.

"Let's go."

The crowd did not hesitate at all and immediately rushed toward the Heavenly Palace.

The Immortal World Channel was located within the Immortal Palace.

Xiang Qi and the others quickly appeared in the Immortal Palace.

Ahead, a portal exuding mystery appeared before everyone.

Behind the portal, there seemed to be endless Immortal Spirit Qi.

"The Immortal World Channel, it really has opened!" Pan's voice trembled.

Inside the Heavenly Palace, a faint scent of blood permeated the air.

Xiang Qi took a sniff, an expression of excitement on her face: "Xiang Long, where are you? Come out quickly!"

Xiang Qi called out incessantly, but she searched the entire Immortal Palace and could not find a single soul.

She knew, she was certain, that Xiang Long must have been here.

It was Xiang Long who had opened the Immortal World Channel!

The price to pay for opening the Immortal World Channel was certainly far greater than that of Slay-ing a True Immortal.

"The future of Jiuzhou was given by Xiang Long," Pan let out a sigh, "yet Jiuzhou has given Xiang Long nothing at all."

Indeed, Xiang Long seemed to possess endless honor.

However, none of this was substantial.

Xiang Long was a legendary figure, yet there were not many legends about him.

Apart from the feat of Slay-ing a True Immortal, at other times, he was more like a shadow.

One year later.

The Endless Sea.

There were two tear tracks on Die Niao's face.

Before her, it was completely empty.

Lin Chao's body had vanished at this moment.

"You are such a fool." Die Niao still maintained the posture of an embrace.

Over this past year, Lin Chao's lifespan had neared its end.

The two of them had come to the South Sea to live in seclusion.

Lin Chao had even told her that he wanted to see what she would look like when she grew up a little more.

Unfortunately, Lin Chao did not live to see it before his lifespan was exhausted.

No matter how much blood Die Niao used, she could not extend his life by even a fraction.

In the end, Die Niao held Lin Chao, facing the South Sea.

Having cast the Greater Wish Technique, Lin Chao had used his own body as the price to open the Immortal World Channel.

Once his lifespan was exhausted, Lin Chao's body disappeared from this world.

Even Die Niao could not hold onto him.

"Long, you once told me that if someone were to fill the sea with pebbles, you would grant them one wish."

As this voice fell, Die Niao suddenly transformed back into a creature like a butterfly and a bird.

Only, she no longer had wings, and she stumbled as she tried to fly.

Mysterious, beautiful, and yet possessing a beauty of imperfection.

It picked up a pebble and dropped it into the South Sea.

"Long, I will definitely find you!"

In Jiuzhou, above the South Sea, cultivators often passed by and saw a wingless Die Niao, perseveringly picking up stones to fill the sea.

Over and over again, never tiring.

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