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Chapter 693 The Remnant Immortal Appears in the World!

"Big brother, this dragon meat should be enough for us to eat for a while, right?"

Seeing that Zhu Chen had finished, Xiao Yan immediately came over.

Zhu Chen smiled and nodded: "Enough for a few days, but just eating meat won't be enough. I'll have Han Li think of a way to add some spiritual herbs to the soup; that would be even more effective..."

Sun Wukong squatted on the ground, counting on his fingers, and said, "I, Old Sun, can turn a single hair into a bunch of monkeys, but I can't turn them into meat. It's better to follow Brother Zhu, at least there's meat to eat!"

Yang Qi wanted to say something, but before he could speak, his gaze suddenly turned to the distant void.

His senses are sharper than anyone else's!

At that very moment, he sensed an unusual fluctuation in that void.

The fluctuations were extremely faint, appearing and disappearing, yet they carried a sense of oppressive unease that made one's heart pound.

"Brother Zhu..."

Yang Qi walked to Zhu Chen's side and said in a low voice, "Something seems off..."

Zhu Chen frowned and followed Yang Qi's gaze.

Just then, he also felt a terrifying pressure far exceeding that of all the cult leaders present, rapidly approaching from a great distance.

This oppressive aura was extremely ancient, carrying an aura of accumulated time, as if an ancient beast that had slumbered for countless years was awakening...

On the other side, Qin Changsheng's expression also changed.

He suddenly looked up, his gaze fixed on the sky, his eyes filled with solemnity: "This is... the remnant aura of the Immortal Path?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire no-man's-land suddenly went dark.

It wasn't that dark clouds were obscuring the sun, but rather that an invisible force was swallowing up all the light.

Immediately afterwards, a melodious bell rang out from the heavens.

"--clang!"

"--clang!!"

"--clang!!!"

The bell tolled three times, shaking the heavens and the earth, as if it had traveled through countless ages, resounding deep within the soul of every person.

Then, the void there was as if it had been torn open by an invisible hand, revealing a huge crack.

The chaotic mist within the crack began to churn.

Amidst dazzling light, a massive ancient bronze bell slowly descended from the crack.

This bronze bell is a thousand feet tall, its entire surface mottled and covered with the marks of time.

"--boom!"

"--Bang!!"

"--Bang!!!"

Every inch the bronze bell descended, the void trembled, the rubble on the ground bounced up, and some cultivators with weaker cultivation even lost their balance and collapsed to the ground.

"That is... the Immortal Palace's most treasured artifact, the Chaos Immortal Bell!"

An old cult leader exclaimed in surprise, his voice trembling.

"The Chaos Immortal Bell? Legend has it that it is a supreme immortal artifact passed down from the Immortal Ancient Era, with power enough to destroy the heavens and the earth. How could it appear here?"

"Look, there's someone on top of that bell!"

Everyone looked up and saw a figure sitting cross-legged on top of the huge Chaos Immortal Bell.

The man had white hair and beard, a withered face, and skin like old tree bark, covered with deep wrinkles.

He was wearing a tattered Taoist robe, covered in stains and patches, and looked like a decrepit old man on his deathbed.

He sat cross-legged on top of the bell, motionless, like a statue.

The aura emanating from this person was like a mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe.

"It's...it's him!" Qin Changsheng's pupils shrank, and his voice changed slightly: "That one from the Immortal Palace...the crippled immortal!"

"Remnant Immortal?"

Upon hearing Qin Changsheng's words, one of the sect leaders frowned deeply: "Didn't they say that after the Immortal Ancient Era, there were no more true immortals in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths?"

Qin Changsheng took a deep breath and slowly said, "This person is not a true immortal, but a remnant immortal from the Immortal Ancient Era. During the Immortal Ancient War, he was severely injured and his cultivation level dropped, but he still retained some immortal methods. He has been sleeping deep in the Immortal Palace for tens of thousands of years without ever appearing in the world. I didn't expect... that he would come today."

What's he doing here?

All eyes turned to Zhu Chen.

The news that Di Chong, the successor of the Immortal Palace, was killed by Shi Hao in the Tianyuan Secret Realm had already spread throughout the Three Thousand Dao States.

The Immortal Palace had been holding back, but unexpectedly, this crippled immortal had personally come out of seclusion today.

The immortal slowly opened his eyes, his star-like gaze sweeping over the crowd below.

Wherever his gaze fell, the cult leaders lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

Finally, the immortal's gaze fell on Zhu Chen and stopped.

"It's you?"

The remnant immortal spoke, his voice hoarse and aged, like rusty iron rubbing together: "Did you kill Di Chong's secondary body?"

Zhu Chen looked up at him, his face calm and without the slightest fear: "I killed him, so what?"

The immortal didn't get the answer he wanted, but he wasn't angry.

He slowly stood up and floated down from the top of the bell, like a withered leaf, landing lightly in front of Zhu Chen.

The two were only a few feet apart, their eyes meeting.

The surrounding cult leaders all held their breath, not daring to utter a sound.

They knew that things were unlikely to end well today.

One is a remnant immortal from the Immortal Palace, and the other is a fiend who can kill even the sect leader with a single punch. If these two were to fight, the entire no-man's-land would probably be turned upside down.

Xiao Yan sensed something was wrong and quietly walked to Zhu Chen's side, lowering his voice to say, "Big brother, this old guy is not easy to deal with. Should we call Shi Hao and the others out?"

Zhu Chen shook his head: "No need. Since he's here, let's see what he wants to do."

The remnant immortal stared at Zhu Chen for a long time, then suddenly laughed, but the laugh was devoid of warmth, only coldness and indifference: "Young man, you have a lot of guts. You dare to kill people from my Immortal Palace, and you even dare to stew members of the Demon Dragon Dao Sect here. Do you know that you have already incurred the wrath of the masses?"

Zhu Chen smiled and said, "So what if I've angered everyone? They attacked first, and I was just defending myself. As for Di Chong, he wanted to kill my brother. Did you expect my brother to just stand there and let him kill him?"

The remnant immortal shook his head: "Let's leave Di Chong's matter aside for now. I'm not here for him today."

Zhu Chen raised an eyebrow: "Then what is it for?"

The withered immortal stretched out his withered hand and pointed to the image of Shi Hao on the stone tablet: "That child named Shi Hao has something I want."

Zhu Chen's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained expressionless: "What is it?"

The remnant immortal slowly said, "That bone inside his body, that bone, is destined for me. As long as he hands over that bone, I can forgive and forget, and even take him as my disciple and teach him everything I know."

These words caused an uproar in the audience.

"A crippled immortal wants to take on a disciple? That's an incredible opportunity!"

"If Shi Hao agrees, he'll rise to the top in one step!"

"But... what he wants is the bone inside Shi Hao's body, that's the Supreme Bone! Without that bone, Shi Hao's cultivation will plummet, and he might even be crippled!"

A murmur arose from the surrounding crowd.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were drawn to Shi Hao on the stone tablet.

But at that moment, Zhu Chen suddenly laughed: "Old man, you think I have to give you that bone just because you say you want it? Who do you think you are?"

...(End of this chapter)