As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1553: 413: Qian Yuan Divine Sect Is Not the Equal Heaven Temple of Old, Eight Gates Open and Gods Dance Their Last in the Human World
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As the air currents spiraled in a violent reverse flow, thick masses of obsidian clouds surged toward the sky before churning back in a frenzied tide.
Amidst this atmospheric chaos, the Underworld Yama took on the silhouette of a demonic deity, hoisted aloft by the very power of the heavens and earth.
Li Che drew a deep breath and exhaled, venting a concentrated blast of air. The black robes he wore had long since disintegrated, exposing a flawless and muscular frame. A mask of black and white concealed his features, while his knee-length hair whipped wildly behind him like a dark cloak.
A massive baking furnace manifested at his back, and his clenched fists were wreathed in swirling trails of golden smoke. Li Che tilted his head back, his gaze locking onto Zhao Beidou with intense focus.
Across from him, Zhao Beidou’s eyes blazed with the brilliance of tribulation fire, yet a wave of alarm surged through his soul. Who was this person? What was his true origin?
Despite not being a Martial God, he possessed the strength to withstand the lethal strikes of a divine tribulation. He was even capable of resisting the crushing pressure of a Divine Tribulation Cultivator’s Heaven and Earth Soul, launching a counterattack that forced a direct confrontation!
The Disaster Wheel behind Zhao Beidou pulsed and shuddered incessantly. Within the confines of this Small Cave Heaven, he was free to unleash his maximum potential without the looming dread of the Power of Three Disasters and Nine Tribulations.
Yet, even with his full power unleashed, he found himself unable to shatter the Netherworld Ox Demon and the Underworld Yama as he had intended. Instead, they stood their ground against him!
“Good! Good! Good!”
Zhao Beidou shouted the word three times, his voice echoing through the emptiness, growing more grand and resonant until it shook the very firmament. Could he, a majestic divine tribulation entity, truly fail to eliminate a mere Martial Saint?
Today, he was determined to end this Underworld Yama and wipe out every vestige of the Underworld’s evil!
… … Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The imperial camp fell into a state of frantic disorder as chaotic gales howled through the area. Commanders, their armor clattering with every step, rushed toward Xie Yushen. The State Preceptor’s body was currently bathed in a golden sheen, appearing as though he were fused with the Will of Heaven and Earth.
Standing atop the Luck Golden Lotus, Xie Yushen’s presence was nothing short of magnificent.
“State Preceptor!”
“It is a relief to see the State Preceptor is unharmed!”
“Those foul Underworld rebels deserve nothing but death! It is a blessing that the State Preceptor is shielded by the National Fortune and endowed with Qi Fortune, remaining untouched by these disasters!”
The various commanders, their voices booming like thunder, felt a collective sense of relief. Cold sweat had previously drenched their backs. They knew all too well that if the leader of this campaign to crush the Sect were assassinated, the blame would fall squarely on their shoulders.
Gu Qianchi, observing that Xie Yushen was safe, allowed a small smile to touch his gaunt face. He turned his attention toward the massive, fiery mushroom cloud he had previously suppressed with a web of Sword Qi. The heat radiating from it was still intense.
That battlefield weapon was truly horrifying. Had he not been there to intercept it, the weapon would have devastated the army, likely killing or wounding half the troops and shattering their morale entirely.
He gave a slow shake of his head, now having a full grasp of the Underworld's persistence and mysterious nature. Dealing with the Underworld was already a challenge, but now they had allied themselves with the enigmatic Hunting God Pavilion.
The Hunting God Pavilion was a force of equal mystery and power. It had surfaced alongside the emergence of the Strange Temple, and in some ways, it was even more shrouded in secrecy than the Underworld itself.
Gu Qianchi was aware that the true heart of the Hunting God Pavilion lay within the Strange Que. Throughout the various origins of the All Gods Camp in the Strange Que, God Hunter Killers were always hiding in the shadows.
Whether it was the Spirit Mountain of [Black Sumeru], the Thirty-Three Heavens of [Dark Heavenly Court], the Ten Thousand Rivers of [Deceit Demon Cave], or the Prison Lake of [Prison Lotus]... there was no doubt that the Hunting God Pavilion was a power of immense antiquity.
Gu Qianchi felt a deep-seated caution toward them. As for the Underworld, while they had displayed a variety of strange and unpredictable tactics, they had yet to reveal any combatants at the Divine Tribulation or Martial God level. Without the power of the God Realm, they were not yet a true threat to him.
As he descended, Gu Qianchi felt his burdens lighten. He watched Xie Yushen begin to pull back the power of the Luck Golden Lotus, his eyes reflecting his admiration. The Emperor’s trust in Xie Yushen was absolute, even granting him the authority to command the Dajing Destiny itself.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
The moment the Luck Golden Lotus was retracted, Xie Yushen’s face turned deathly pale. His aura flickered and weakened, as if he were on the brink of a total collapse.
“The State Preceptor must prioritize his health. Though the Luck Golden Lotus grants incredible strength, your physical vessel is too fragile to sustain such a load. It is draining your Essence, Qi, and Spirit,” Gu Qianchi warned.
Xie Yushen struggled for breath, his voice heavy with gravity. “The Underworld is truly formidable. Without the protection of Qi Fortune, I fear I would be mourning my own end today.”
“Despite such a lethal assassination attempt, this old man still holds the advantage.”
Gu Qianchi had to agree. For a mortal to be so heavily saturated in the Qi Fortune of Dajing was truly a rare sight.
Ning Caisen, Gu Cheng, and Grandmaster Huang Mei descended from the sky with grace. Huang Mei’s eyes locked onto Xie Yushen, a slight flicker of recognition passing through him. Xie Yushen met his gaze, and both men shared a subtle, knowing smile.
In that singular look, they recognized one another. Soul Capturing met Soul Capturing! They were allies in the same cause.
“State Preceptor, should we… should we call for a retreat?” a commander asked solemnly, his armor clinking as he saluted Xie Yushen.
“Withdraw the troops?!”
“If we retreat now, the world will think the Imperial Court is cowed by the Qian Yuan Divine Sect. We shall remain stationed here, maintaining this standoff for several more days…”
“Is the Old Dragon God of the Dragon God Lineage not on his way?”
“Why would we retreat? We hold the upper hand!”
“Once the Old Dragon God arrives, we may finally shatter the defenses of the Qianyuan Taoist City. If we still cannot break them by then…”
Xie Yushen’s face was as white as parchment. He closed his eyes and slowly shook his head. “Then, to preserve the honor of the court, we shall simply turn our sights toward a different Divine Sect instead.”