Chapter 1624: How Is It Him Again? Impossible! (Second Update)

“Rise!”

A hoarse shout echoed, and suddenly seventy-two ghastly human skin lanterns illuminated beneath the altar.

The surface of the lanterns were covered in blood-red spells, and the ghostly green flame inside surged up with a “whoosh,” transforming into seventy-two fiery lines that poured into the extinguished Soul Lamp!

“Buzz—”

The Soul Lamp trembled violently, and its previously lifeless wick suddenly burst forth with dazzling blood light, as if forcibly ignited.

“Old Five!”

Yan Wudao hastily shouted, his voice hoarse, as if a vengeful ghost demanding a soul.

The Fifth Ancestor, Yan Wuming, did not hesitate, slapping his chest and spewing out a mouthful of blood containing the Supreme’s essence.

Simultaneously, the Seventh Ancestor, Yan Wutian, also bit the tip of his tongue, and the mist of their blood intertwined, forming a crimson blood rainbow in the air!

“Trace the Soul! Reflect the Shadow!”

Yan Wudao formed sealing gestures with his hands, and the blood rainbow instantly entered the Soul Lamp.

“Boom!!”

Inside the Soul Lamp, blood flames soared into the sky, and the ancient patterns on its body writhed like living creatures, eventually forming a familiar figure amidst the flames.

Upon seeing the cold eyes of the figure, the three were all taken aback.

“Zhou Qing, how is this possible!” The Seventh Ancestor, Yan Wutian, was the first to cry out in disbelief.

“Bang—!”

The Soul Lamp exploded, fragments scattering!

Yan Wudao groaned, a stream of black blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Yet he glared at the last remaining trace of blood flame on the altar, his brows furrowed.

The Seventh Ancestor, Yan Wutian, paced back and forth irritably: “What is Zhou Qing anyway? Just a mid-stage Spirit Severing Realm ant! Even if he used Inscription-level Divine Techniques to kill Yan Sen Yama, Old Nine was a Supreme!”

The Fifth Ancestor, Yan Wuming, suddenly narrowed his eyes: “Unless…”

“Unless what?” Yan Wutian abruptly halted.

“Unless there was another Supreme present at the time.” Yan Wuming said in a deep voice, “They let Zhou Qing deliver the final blow to mislead our judgment!”

At that moment, the hall doors were suddenly flung open.

The previously departed Family Head, Yan Fengchen, rushed in with a grim expression.

“Ancestors, Fifth Uncle, Seventh Uncle, news just came in that a phenomenon of a Supreme’s fall was spotted in Third Tail within the Central Domain, right at the edge of our Yan Family’s territory!”

Upon hearing this, everyone present looked grim.

The Seventh Ancestor, Yan Wutian, narrowed his eyes: “Wait! Wasn’t the previous information saying Zhou Qing appeared in Fifth Tail and even killed the Xiao Family’s head and two elders? How did he suddenly end up in Third Tail?”

The Fifth Ancestor, Yan Wuming, remarked coldly: “I see! He deliberately caused a commotion in Fifth Tail to divert everyone’s attention!”

“What does this have to do with Zhou Qing?” Yan Fengchen was momentarily clueless.

The Seventh Ancestor, Yan Wutian, yelled sharply: “Because the one who killed your Uncle Nine was Zhou Qing!”

“What?!” Yan Fengchen was thunderstruck, his face turning deathly pale.

The Ancestor, Yan Wudao, wiped away the blood from his mouth, his murky eyes flashing with cold light: “Old Nine fell right under our noses, yet not a single piece of information could be relayed, it’s too suspicious.”

He stood with hands behind his back, voice hoarse: “If a Supreme wants to escape, even two or three experts of the same level couldn’t stop them.”

The Fifth Ancestor, Yan Wuming, spoke in a somber tone: “It’s not just that. The Xiao Family’s Ancestor and the Liu Family’s Ancestor were also wiped out in silence, without causing a stir of battle.”

The Seventh Ancestor, Yan Wutian, suddenly added: “Don’t forget, Zhou Qing is a master in Array Dao who has condensed thirty thousand Spirit Seals! He could completely set up a Restriction to isolate Heavenly mechanisms!”

Everyone’s heart was gripped with astonishment.

Yan Wuming’s eyes gleamed: “That said, the affair with Xiao and Liu Families might be his doing too. He’s avenging Shen Family! Not to mention, we also destroyed those four sects in Eastern Domain…”

Yan Wutian sneered, “No matter how powerful Zhou Qing is, he can’t possibly kill so many Supremes alone.”

The hall instantly fell silent.

“Unless…” Yan Wutian spoke slowly, word by word, “Someone helped him. And his bargaining chips are those two complete Inscription-level Divine Techniques! Just like when Liu Family’s Ancestor approached us back in the day!”

If that’s truly the case, then we are in trouble.

Yan Wudao glanced darkly at the three and spoke hoarsely, “This child must be eliminated, or it will be a major threat.”

“Fengchen, immediately recall Yan Wan and Yan Xiang from their trials in the Desolate Forbidden.” He paused, adding, “Also, have all Spirit Severing Realm elders on missions return to the clan.”

“Yes!” Yan Fengchen wiped the sweat from his forehead, quickly pulling out the Communication Jade Scroll.

“Old Five, you go spread the news.” Yan Wudao’s eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness, “Claim Zhou Qing appeared in Third Tail, heavily wounded and fleeing.”

The Fifth Ancestor, Yan Wuming, instantly understood: “Rest assured, Big Brother, I’ll have those forces coveting Inscription-level Divine Techniques act as our spies.”

Yan Wudao nodded in agreement, then turned to Yan Wutian: “Old Seven, you must make a trip to the Celestial Phoenix Palace yourself.”

“Bai Fengyin has long coveted Zhou Qing’s two Inscription-level Divine Techniques; now is the chance to use him to eliminate this threat.”

The Seventh Ancestor, Yan Wutian, grinned viciously and nodded: “Rest assured, Big Brother, I will ensure Bai Fengyin is well aware. Zhou Qing hasn’t forgotten the day he killed Shen Hanyi! Now, it’s time for them to be at each other’s throats!”

“Remember,” Yan Wudao’s murky eyes slowly swept over the three, “when you spot traces of Zhou Qing, just observe from afar, no one is to act recklessly.”

“This child has changed; even Old Nine fell at his hands. You must act cautiously to avoid ambushes.”

The three responded in unison and swiftly exited the hall.

Once everyone had departed, Yan Wudao stood alone before the altar, gazing at the shattered Soul Lamp.

For some reason, he felt a nagging sense of unease, yet couldn’t pinpoint the exact source.

…

In a certain inn!

Little Yaoyao was riding a colorful old hen, circling around the private room, her laughter as delightful as silver bells.

The old hen seemed to have grown significantly larger, standing almost half a person’s height, its feathers glossy and smooth, yet its eyes bore a sense of existential disillusionment.

“Cluck cluck~” The old hen called weakly, carefully navigating around the table legs.

In the corner, a palm-sized ginseng doll clutched its abdomen, trembling behind a vase.

Its ginseng hairs stood on end, and its small black bean-like eyes stared fearfully at the hen.

Last time in the Spirit Beast Pouch, it almost got eaten by the hen. Though it dodged in time, its belly still got pecked with two holes.

“Hahaha!”

In the center of the private room, the Second Master lounged with his shirt open, revealing a muscular chest, his wine bowl held high above his head.

An indistinct pressure surrounded him, causing the dishes on the table to tremble slightly.

The recently attained Supreme Realm aura was still unstable, occasionally leaking a bit, scaring the spirit sparrows on the tree outside away.

“Congratulations Master… cough, cough, congratulations Second Master on entering the Supreme Realm!” Shen Juefeng raised his wine cup, his expression bizarrely trying to stifle laughter.

Shen Juefeng had also lived for several thousand years, and suddenly calling a peer “Master” felt odd, yet there was still some youthful brightness in his demeanor.