The Snake Catcher's Tale

The Nine Nether Emperor's body trembled as he said in a quavering voice, "Old Yang, does he look like him? Does he?"

Yang Long Emperor's gaze remained fixed on the person speaking. His heart spasmed, but he said nothing.

The young man in green had gathered several immortals and set up a steamer at the ferry. They were steaming buns, filling the air with heat and the atmosphere of ordinary human life.

Each of the immortals clutched a bun and craned their necks in anticipation, waiting for Xu Ying and Emperor Longevity to fight to the death so they could dip their buns in a little heart's blood.

Emperor Tai Xiao's white hair trembled as he said in a quavering voice, "He looks like him—too much like him... But it definitely isn't him..."

Emperor Que Lin giggled. "It definitely isn't him. He's been dead for nearly Six Hundred Thousand Years! His Dao Manifestation is still in the Realm of Great Void..."

Yang Long Emperor spoke, but his throat was so dry and hoarse that he nearly failed to make a sound. "Ev—cough, everyone, don't panic. Even if he came back to life, there's still the Saint Venerate. This fellow merely resembles him. We mustn't scare ourselves."

The eight Great Emperors each steadied their minds, but the young man selling human-blood buns looked so much like that person who could not even be mentioned that their hearts bobbed up and down uneasily.

At that moment, the arrival of Xu Ying and Emperor Longevity drew their gazes.

Emperor Longevity looked like a youth, except that his hair was snow-white. Xu Ying likewise appeared to be only fourteen or fifteen, though his face had been darkened slightly by the sun.

As a Great Emperor of the Nine Heavens, Emperor Longevity stood high above