63: Mysterious old man, will he stop here?

“Finally, we’ve reached the depths of the Bronze Immortal Hall.”

Just then, an abrupt voice suddenly echoed through the space.

It was Fahai and the others.

They had also arrived here.

All along the way, Fahai had never given up the idea of taking Long Aotian and the Golden Winged Little Peng King as his mounts.

However, he couldn't completely overcome Long Aotian and the Golden Winged Little Peng King, so he could only temporarily hide his thoughts.

As soon as they entered this space, they saw Su Xuan and the others, and their pupils couldn't help but constrict.

They had originally thought their speed was fast enough.

But they hadn't expected Su Xuan and the others to be much faster than them!

“May I ask Heaven, is there an Immortal… Hiss, what a shocking eight words…”

These eight impactful words were quickly noticed by the others, causing them all to involuntarily gasp, feeling a tingling sensation on their scalps.

“Who left this? A Great Emperor?”

Golden light flickered in the Golden Winged Little Peng King’s eyes.

“Yes, it should be, only a Great Emperor of astonishing talent would pose such a question.”

Behind Fahai, an ancient Buddha's phantom exuded a faint Buddhist light, and he slowly spoke:

“Great Emperors are the beings closest to becoming Immortals. Precisely because of this, for them, becoming an Immortal has long become an obsession, enough to drive them mad.”

“That skeleton should be the remains left by a Great Emperor, long since weathered by time…”

Long Aotian looked at the white bones and sighed softly.

And as he looked at the white bones, a figure he least wanted to see stood there.

That figure was enveloped in chaotic energy, appearing extremely mysterious and unfathomable.

It was Su Xuan.

Seeing Su Xuan, a hint of sinister ruthlessness suddenly flashed in Long Aotian’s eyes.

That flash of ruthlessness was fleeting and almost imperceptible, but it was sensed by Su Xuan.

Su Xuan glanced indifferently at Long Aotian, not taking it to heart.

He was just an ant, easily crushed.

Sensing Su Xuan’s gaze, Long Aotian’s thoughts returned to the scene outside the Bronze Immortal Hall where he was instantly crushed by him.

That feeling of powerlessness and suffocation, as if facing a great mountain, made Long Aotian’s heart tighten, and cold sweat immediately streamed down his back!

“Ahhh, we’ve finally reached the depths of the Bronze Immortal Hall, it’s truly maddening.”

At this moment, a group of Pride of the Heavens from the Eastern Wilderness also arrived in this space one after another.

Currently, the faces of the Pride of the Heavens from the Eastern Wilderness were solemn, their eyes dim, looking extremely disheveled, clearly troubled by the chaotic mist.

Seeing them arrive here, Su Xuan was slightly shocked.

This chaotic mist was enough to kill ordinary Great Powers, yet they, who were only at Hualong (Dragon Transformation) stage, had managed to endure until here by relying on their physical bodies and divine abilities. It was truly not easy.

“I never thought even trash like you could make it here.”

A mocking voice rang out; it was the Golden Winged Little Peng King speaking.

The Golden Winged Little Peng King looked at them coldly, a sneer and disdain appearing on his face.

The Golden Winged Little Peng King’s words were blunt, causing the faces of the Pride of the Heavens from the Eastern Wilderness to instantly darken.

But they couldn't refute him.

Because, in front of the Golden Winged Little Peng King, they truly could only be considered trash.

However, although they couldn't refute, several Pride of the Heavens, such as the Purple Mansion Holy Son and the Sword Pavilion Successor, couldn't help but clench their fists.

This kind of humiliation was truly difficult to bear.

Their hearts were filled with resentment, eager to find an opportunity to turn the tables...

Just then, a roar suddenly erupted throughout the entire space!

The next second, an ancient phantom suddenly appeared out of thin air in the space.

Its aura was overwhelmingly powerful, terrifying to the extreme.

With its appearance, the Bronze Immortal Hall seemed to tremble!

“What’s going on? Who is this old man?”

One of the Pride of the Heavens was greatly startled.

“Just a remnant soul, but this aura seems to be… Late Stage King!”

Wu Di’s eyes burst with golden light, his golden flame-like hair moved without wind, and he spoke with slight surprise.

“What?! Late Stage King?! Who can deal with him?!”

Wu Di’s words made the Pride of the Heavens present feel a deep sense of despair.

A King, that was a Realm above a Great Power; even at the initial stage, they could easily obliterate countless Great Power Cultivators, let alone the Late Stage!

How could they possibly contend with such an existence?

“Are we really going to perish here?”

Someone sighed.

Just then, the ancient phantom spoke.

“Latercomers, are you also here to seek immortalFate (immortal fate)?”

The old man’s tone was gentle, even making people feel as if bathed in a spring breeze, causing the hearts of those present to relax a little.

Could it be that this old man wasn’t going to kill them?

“Senior, are you a Cultivator who entered this Bronze Immortal Hall in search of immortaledge (immortal fate) in the past?”

Su Xuan’s eyes glowed with chaotic light, evolving the Three Thousand Worlds, as he gazed at the old man, asking with an unchanging expression.

This old man was extraordinary; caution was necessary.

Everyone looked at the old man, their eyes flickering with anticipation.

If that were truly the case, this old man might not attack them, and might even guide them.

“Indeed, I am a Cultivator who entered here in the past, and like you, I also wanted to contend for that wisp of immortaledge (immortal fate).”

“Senior, then why do you appear now? Do you intend to stop us or…?”

Yaoguang Holy Maiden spoke, with a hint of doubt.

As soon as this question was asked, the entire space seemed to instantly freeze.

Everyone stared intently at the old man, wanting to know his answer.

“I perished here, becoming your trial. Only by defeating me can you enter deeper into the Immortal Hall.”

The old man spoke, his tone indifferent.

Sweeping his gaze over the Pride of the Heavens present, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

“Each of you possesses extraordinary talent, but encountering me, you might have to stop here.”

“Stay here for the rest of your days and keep me company.”

Boom!

The old man’s words were like a thunderbolt, striking heavily into everyone’s hearts.

The old man truly intended to stop them!

A great battle was inevitable!

In an instant, everyone braced themselves, ready to face the upcoming battle.

Seeing their serious expressions, the old man smiled slightly and extended a large hand forward.

The next moment, a beam of light shot up into the sky, instantly forming a massive seal that covered the heavens and earth, pressing down with a resounding crash.

This was an attack from a Late Stage King, immensely terrifying in power, as if it intended to crush the world in its palm.

“Not good, with this strike, we’ll definitely be flattened into a pile of meat paste.”

“Wuwu, I don’t want to die yet…”

“I should have known not to come in. It’s meaningless. Forget about immortaledge (immortal fate), we haven’t seen anything and we’re about to perish…”

Despairing voices echoed through the space.

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