As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1621: 427: Purgatory Opens, Earthly Hell's Evil Welcomes the Ghost Emperor; The State Preceptor Is the Imperial Court's Loyal Dragon God—Trust Me...
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If the Dragon God Crown Prince manages to shatter the bottleneck and ascend to the Dragon God Realm, the prospects for the Dragon God Lineage on the mainland would gain far greater assurance.
Huff huff huff huff——
After an unknown span of time, the Old Dragon God gradually parted his eyes. His whole presence quivered, as though he had returned from the emptiness.
“So much time has dragged on… Why hasn’t the State Preceptor made a move yet? If we delay further, the Mysterious Temple in Qi Tian City will awaken and unlock.” The Old Dragon God creased his brow, his snowy brows knotting like sharpened blades.
Rumble——
As he abruptly rose, the vast river shook violently.
The Old Dragon God gazed toward the military encampment shrouded in swirling snow.
With one stride, his overwhelming and blazing qi-blood vaporized the flakes in an instant, like an approaching storm, transforming the frost into a relentless cascade of rain!
In just a handful of paces, he reached the State Preceptor Xie Yushen’s pavilion.
Within the pavilion, Xie Yushen was engaged in a chess match with a Purple-clothed Eunuch. Spotting this eunuch, the Old Dragon God’s forehead furrowed.
When the Old Dragon God entered, Xie Yushen’s ashen features lit up at once.
“Dragon God Senior has arrived—please, come play a round with us.”
Xie Yushen invited warmly.
Yet the Old Dragon God only cast a brief look his way and replied, “State Preceptor, I’m not here for chess. I’ve lingered here nearly a month; when do you plan to strike?”
“This endless impasse—how long must it last… Old Dragon, we can’t afford more delays in this deadlock.”
Blunt and to the point, the Old Dragon God cut right in.
At these words, Xie Yushen let out a quiet sigh, “Dragon God Senior, I understand your impatience, but following that initial loss, without probing the Underworld’s full strength, I won’t risk hasty moves.”
“The passing of sect masters such as Gu Changqing of the Heavenly Pill Divine Sect, Bai Buxi of Haoran Academy, Zhao Chunqiu of the Dragon Tiger Divine Sect, and even King Ping Luan’s clone weighs heavily on my mind.”
“I loathe it—loathe my own oversight and underestimation of the foe!”
Xie Yushen looked utterly fatigued, “I bear the duty to safeguard my soldiers and the surviving elites in my command…”
“Truth be told, it’s not only Dragon God Senior who feels the urgency; His Majesty in the distant Divine Capital shares that restlessness too.”
“That’s why Mr. Lian has delivered an imperial edict.”
Xie Yushen gestured with open palms in resignation.
His intent rang clear to the Old Dragon God: the Imperial Court wasn’t holding him back from war; rather, he truly needed to gauge the enemy first.
The Old Dragon God eyed the Purple-clothed Eunuch Mr. Lian, identifying him as the attendant to Dajing’s Emperor.
Mr. Lian, his face smooth and pale without a beard, inclined his head with a grin.
The Old Dragon God’s gaze eased a touch, though his brows stayed knit, “State Preceptor, we’d learn if it’s winnable only through combat…”
Xie Yushen managed a wry smile, “Dragon God Senior just got here and hasn’t grasped the dread and bottomless might of the Underworld…”
“Grandmaster Zhao did note that King Yan of the Underworld suffered grave wounds… But is King Yan truly the sole power there? To this day, the Underworld hasn’t revealed any Divine Tribulation or Martial God Realm masters; could a force so enigmatic truly lack such figures?”
“I… fear it.”
Xie Yushen breathed out heavily.
Hearing Xie Yushen’s hesitant words, the Old Dragon God grew a bit irked, “Fearing every shadow and doubt, then why bother invading and toppling sects at all?”
Still, Xie Yushen didn’t flare up at the Old Dragon God’s sharp words; he lightly fanned himself with a feather fan, a gentle gust cooling his cheeks.
Stepping from the pavilion, he observed the snow liquefied into streams by the Old Dragon God’s qi-blood.
His eyes deepened with thought.
“Dragon God Senior, preparations have been set in motion for ages; in just a few more days… It won’t be long, I’ll seize Qianyuan Taoist City soon—do you believe me?”
“Senior, do you have faith in me?”
Xie Yushen’s tone dropped low, radiating a potent and unshakeable assurance.
This bold certainty even caught the Old Dragon God, a Divine Tribulation Cultivator, off guard.
From where sprang such certainty?
The Purple-clothed Eunuch Mr. Lian’s eyes gleamed faintly as he regarded Xie Yushen, grinning—yes, the State Preceptor remained the one he knew: assured, calculating, masterfully in control…
Spinning back, Xie Yushen’s robes billowed and twisted in the breeze, “Dragon God Senior, I hold His Majesty’s unwavering trust, and with but a human frame, I’ve curbed Dajing’s Eleven Divine Sects while securing His Majesty’s profound faith to nurture Dajing’s Fortune Golden Lotus…”
“Even His Majesty places trust in me.”
“Senior, why can’t you trust me?!”
The fierce assurance rolled like tides, making the Old Dragon God’s slit pupils narrow.
“Fine, then this Old Dragon will place his trust in you.”
With Xie Yushen’s stern and icy expression, a grin bloomed right away, “Fear not, senior—if we launch assaults on peaks and sects, your Dragon God Senior’s mighty strength will be essential.”
“It’s drawing near, no need for concern, senior—truly near…”
Xie Yushen’s assurances left the Old Dragon God’s chest feeling a subtle weight, for in the past days he’d pressed Xie Yushen repeatedly, only to face brush-offs each time.
Yet this firm stance now stood out as exceptional.
Back in the pavilion, Xie Yushen’s smile held steady as he observed the Old Dragon God departing.
It’s nearing, without doubt.
You, Old Dragon God, seek to shatter Qian Yuan Divine Sect before the inheritance in Qi Tian City stirs…
But how could the Lord feel any less pressed?
The Lord too, very soon.
…
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Qianyuan Divine Sect.
Gales howled and thundered.
Having secured the Wind Avoiding Tribulation Pill, crafted by the Underworld’s Alchemy Master at Li Che’s behest, Lv Taibai secluded himself atop Mei Mountain within the Miao Dao Xiansheng Three-Eyed True Lord Strange Temple, pushing for a breakthrough.
At the same time, Lv Qiankun stood vigil personally over him.