When Shen Luo took a look, he saw a tall figure with a naked upper body, a green face and fangs, two balls of flaming hair on his head, and fish fins on his back and elbows. It was the Green Water Yaksha that he had seen in Mount Dali that year.
However, unlike what he saw back then, Qing Chi now had a strong aura and had apparently reached the late Mahayana stage. Just from the scars all over his body, one could tell what kind of fierce battle he had been through before.
After Qing Chi saluted Ao Hong, he looked at Shen Luo suspiciously, scratched his head, hesitated for a moment, and finally remembered, and couldn't help but said in surprise: "You are!"
"Qing Chi, don't be rude. Brother Shen is now a true immortal cultivator." Ao Hong said with a smile.
"At first glance, there's not much change, but upon closer inspection, I find that the aura, demeanor, manners... are all different. Amazing, amazing." Qing Chi only then noticed it and couldn't help rubbing his chin, exclaiming in amazement.
Shen Luo turned his wrist, handed the silver five-pronged fork back horizontally, and said with a smile:
"Fellow Daoist Qing Chi, long time no see."
“Now that you mention it, it’s been a long time since we last met. Thinking back to the past…” Qing Chi took his weapon with both hands, his eyes drifting upwards, as if he was reminiscing about the past.
Seeing this, Ao Hong knew that if he started talking, he would not be able to stop, so he quickly spoke out to stop him:
"Qing Chi, let's not talk about anything else. How is the Dragon Palace? My father..."
“Ninth Prince, you should go back and take a look yourself…” Upon hearing this, Qing Chi’s expression immediately turned a little ugly, and he let out a long sigh.
When Ao Hong heard this, his heart sank.
Qing Chi sighed, turned around and led the way, and Shen Luo and the others followed immediately.
Arriving at the main gate of the Dragon Palace, an originally majestic three-story, nine-pillar, gold-inlaid white jade archway was half collapsed, and a pile of broken jade was piled up on the side like broken bricks and tiles.
Shen Luo and his companions passed through the gatehouse and walked inside. Almost none of the originally exquisite buildings on both sides were intact. Everywhere they looked were ruins, all stained with blood.
"Fellow Daoist Qingchi, is Langsheng okay?" Shen Luo asked with his eyes slightly fixed.
"You mean that little shrimp? He's gone." Qing Chi heard that, looked back and said.
"Did he also die in this battle?" Shen Luo asked.
"No. Xiao Xiami's aptitude for cultivation is average. He has been unable to break through for many years. Seeing that his life span is coming to an end, he tried a risky method, but unfortunately he failed." Qing Chi shook his head and said.
Shen Luo fell silent after hearing this. He knew in his heart that there would always be unexpected events on the road of cultivation and it was impossible for everyone to have a smooth journey.
"It's okay if I didn't succeed. I don't have to live in this terrible and chaotic world." After a moment, Qing Chi suddenly laughed.
After hearing this, Shen Luo also didn't know what to say.
As we went deeper into the Dragon Palace, the damage to the houses on both sides became increasingly serious, and the corpses of many Dragon Palace water descendants could be seen in the collapsed ruins. It was obvious that the fighting became more brutal as we got further towards this end.
Along the way, you can see some small soldiers and crab generals cleaning up the mess, rebuilding some buildings that can still be saved, and collecting the bodies buried there.