The crowd followed the voice and looked over. A cultivator had just come to a stop there. He wore a Daoist robe, waved a horsetail whisk, and had grizzled hair and beard. Clad entirely in white, he looked every inch an immortal Daoist.
Many people showed astonishment when they saw the old man. They did not recognize him and had no idea where he came from.
Yet from within the crowd behind Ka Ao, a sudden shout rang out: "Old Daoist Qinghong, you're still not dead?"
"What? He's Old Demon Qinghong? Didn't he already perish?"
Several startled cries and questions rang out at once. The crowd did not recognize the old man, but it was obvious they had heard of Old Demon Qinghong.
Even Ka Ao, Yinluo Holy Lord, and the others revealed astonishment on their faces.
Old Demon Qinghong was a name that existed only in ancient records. According to rumor, he had perished a million years ago. Old Demon Qinghong had rarely walked about the Cultivation World, and even most cultivators of his generation had never seen his face.
The reason Old Demon Qinghong's name had been passed down was that he had once slain Saintly Venerable Ji Shuang and heavily wounded Saintly Venerable Cantian. He had become famous in a single battle, and cultivators throughout the Three Realms had come to know him.
Yet more than a hundred thousand years after that battle, someone had seen Old Demon Qinghong's physical body shatter and his soul scatter when he underwent the Heaven Tribulation.
But now, someone had actually called this vigorous, hale old man with abundant vital energy Old Demon Qinghong. How could the gathered cultivators not be astonished? Even at the height of Old Demon Qinghong's power, few people had truly seen him. Thus, although everyone was