Immediately afterward, Meng Po and Cui Jue opened their eyes in succession. Lying on the ground, they exchanged glances and broke into laughter.
The Buddha Image dissipated.
The turbulent energy around them gradually settled as well.
"I wonder if Old Yang Ghost is still alive."
With great effort, Du Ziren turned his head and looked at the mountain-like ruin. Bitterness filled his eyes as he spoke.
But soon, a withered hand suddenly stretched out from the pile of rocks and raised a middle finger.
"Fuck!"
"You're showing off the moment you wake up!"
Du Ziren let out a breath of relief, grinning and coughing hard, though curses continued pouring from his mouth.
Zhong Kui smiled.
But he did not go over. Instead, he floated in midair, vigilantly watching the surroundings to guard against any unexpected danger that might appear.
Buying time for the others to recover.
But—
"Enemy attack!"
The instant he rose into the air, Zhong Kui's expression changed. He suddenly bellowed and stared coldly into the distance.
"Hehe."
"I never expected the Northern Ghost Emperor to actually still be alive."
"My thousand years of slumber here weren't in vain. It seems that after today, This Immortal will become famous."
"It has been a long time, everyone."
Amid soft laughter, an Old Man appeared in midair, bent over and leaning on a cane, smiling amiably.
The Old Man's appearance was peculiar.
He held a cane with a book tied to it, while his other hand held a vibrant peach.
A large bulge protruded from his forehead.
"Shouxing?"
Meng Po barely managed to prop herself up. Taking a deep breath, she leaned against a fallen boulder and spoke.
"This Immortal greets Meng Po."
With a smile at the corner of his lips, Shouxing nodded slightly in greeting.
"I wonder whether