As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1630 - 429: Heavenly Poison Rising Dragon Pill, the Underworld Is Everywhere, the Old Dragon God Betrayed
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A surge of murderous aura exploded from the Old Dragon God, his white locks whipping about in frenzy.
Xie Yushen shot a quick look at the Old Dragon God, softly fanning his feather fan!
Rumble—!!!
Darkness blanketed the night like a far-off peak, wrapped entirely in haze, its outlines tough to make out. Snowflakes danced across the skies and ground, seeming determined to chill the whole mortal realm.
Howling gales roared, unleashing snow in relentless sheets!
Along the Grand Canal, the waters churned and burst upward, as though a mighty trumpet blared with thunderous echoes, booming for hundreds, even thousands of feet over the river!
The heavy mist blanketing the waterway ripped open.
Vast Black Mysterious Dragon Ships, one following the next, stirred from their long dormancy at last, slicing through the waves and advancing like enormous floating ice masses!
The vessels towered high, parting the river as surges slammed into them, bursting forth in cascades like endless snowdrifts.
These Mystic Iron Spirit Wood Warships formed the naval armada of the Da Jing Dynasty, utterly savage and daunting. The Dajing Emperor had schemed for ages to build this fleet, gearing up for eventual domination over the Four Seas.
On top of that, thanks to the Da Jing Grand Ancestor’s digging of the Grand Canal, stretching nearly the full length of the Great Scenery Eleven Paths, the Da Jing’s powerful navy turned it into an overwhelming juggernaut, impossible to halt. A single command from the emperor, and the fleet could smash through any obstacle.
The brutally intimidating Mystic Iron Spirit Wood Warships bore sides etched with horrifying motifs of carnage, evoking vessels that had emerged from the Yellow Springs’ Bitter Sea.
Following a month of quiet, the billowing flags lifted once more, snapping in the chaotic winds, scattering snow and atmosphere alike!
Boom—!
The massive hulls pitched and rolled, shattering the oncoming waves that battered them, charging ahead with savage momentum!
Ship by ship, they formed a disciplined formation like a battle-hardened legion, streaming along the Grand Canal, ominously bearing down on Qianyuan Taoist City!
Aboard the warship.
Draped in a Crane Robe and crowned, Xie Yushen lightly swung his feather fan, summoning a mild gust.
A spark of light flickered in his gaze!
At last... the moment draws near!
Per my lord’s strategy, once this clash ends, the imperial forces will launch their full assault to shatter sects and level peaks, and the aim... shifts away from Qian Yuan to the Heavenly Pill Divine Sect in Guangling Dao!
As for this evening’s push against the Qian Yuan Divine Sect, it feels more like a lavish show, a performance staged specially for the Old Dragon God.
His eyes drifted to the Old Dragon God striding over the waves in front, along with the Dragon God Crown Princes, and a faint smile curved Xie Yushen’s lips.
The Qi Fortune of the Dragon God Lineage...
He, Xie Yushen, would claim it before anyone else.
...
...
The Taibai Sect Master prepares to face the Divine Tribulation!
Word of this could no longer stay contained, racing outward like a raging tempest.
Divine Tribulation!
Venturing into the Divine Tribulation meant facing odds of nine parts death and one slim chance of survival!
No trace of elation showed on anyone’s features, just heavy gravity, for crossing the Divine Tribulation proved no simple feat, with failure lurking all too close.
And should it fail, the Qian Yuan Divine Sect would plunge into dire peril.
Solemnity etched every face.
Feng Zhiqi released a deep sigh, his form shifting as Qi-Blood thundered within him, like a shooting star he dropped onto the battlements, his dark tresses lashing about, clutching a longsword to his chest, stare locked on the profound darkness.
A piercing cry rang out, horns blared in response, and the packed ranks of the Divine Guard Army climbed the walls too, gripping spears tightly, their gazes straining toward the horizon with worry.
Flares rocketed upward and burst in the heavens, marking them as warning signals.
Fresh scouts fired off the flares, alerting to the foe’s advance. The imperial troops, camped 800 miles off, had unleashed their renewed attack on Qianyuan Taoist City this very night!
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—
Amid shrieks tearing through the air, Feng Zhiqi, Zhao Fangzhou, Ding Zi, Gongshu Jingjun, Tang Xiejia, and fellow powerhouses, plus Martial Saints and Divine Fetuses from Noble Families, all launched skyward, their potent, fierce presences surging and unleashing.
Over a dozen Martial Saint Divine Embryos, encompassing almost all of Qianyuan Taoist City’s elite fighters, let loose an aura that weighed heavier than any thousand-man force.
High in the Heavenly Dome.
Towering clouds of tribulation churned and growled, gathering a horrifying Divine Tribulation that sent shivers through souls.
Buzz—
The Great Elder Fang Hanshu’s Confucian robe billowed as he rose aloft, striding steadily toward the firmament, toward the ramparts.
The Vast River surged and flowed wide, swallowing the whole city, slowly calming the strain and unease gripping everyone.
Fang Hanshu’s own eyes deepened considerably: “Tonight promises an epic clash... one that decides the Qian Yuan Divine Sect’s very survival.”
He couldn’t predict how this fight would turn out.
Since he held no certainty on Lv Taibai’s breakthrough success; if it worked... the Qian Yuan Divine Sect would gain a vital edge with one more Divine Tribulation expert.
The empowered Lv Taibai might hold off Gu Qianchi, while the Grandmaster confronted the Old Dragon God...
In a pinch, donning the God Hunter Killer mask could turn the tide...
Yet he suspected Xie Yushen hid further aces up his sleeve; given Xie Yushen’s nature, how could he enter this month without countermeasures?
Had Zhao Beidou mended from his grave wounds?
Had Xie Yushen called in Grandmasters from other Divine Sects?
Rumors said the Seven Treasures Divine Sect had yielded to the court—would their Grandmaster join the fray?
Fang Hanshu drew in a slow breath.
Holding back the court army’s initial onslaught had already been a stunning feat for the Qian Yuan Divine Sect, nothing short of a miracle.