As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1639 - 431: Among the Ten Fiends, the Dragon God’s Painting Overturns the Sea; Nine Infants, All Eyes on the Ghost Emperor’s Grand Entrance, Heaven and Earth Refuse...

Crack! Crack——!!!

Heavy, leaden clouds churned violently, as the blizzard howled with fury.

Lightning bolts twisted together, forming a web like a divine trap from the heavens!

Huge snowflakes, each the size of a palm, drifted slowly from the stormy clouds amid the fearsome peals of thunder.

Beyond the walls of Qianyuan Taoist City, the air grew utterly frigid to its extreme!

The Underworld made its move.

The dark tiger emblem of the Underworld, along with the Gate of Fengdu, emerged, striking a profound blow to all those entangled in this conflict!

Commander Xie Yushen got dragged into the Underworld, which clearly aimed to seize the leader before dealing with the followers!

The commander's sudden vanishing dealt a massive shock to the imperial forces, leaving them immediately disoriented, anxious, and uncertain about pressing on with the fight.

Sect Master Ning Caisen of the Seven Treasures Divine Sect felt his right eyelid fluttering nonstop, while his heart jumped straight into his mouth.

That sensation returned!

Yet another dire turn of events!

Ning Caisen had joined forces with Gu Cheng and Huang Mei to battle Fang Hanshu, yet right then, he couldn't help but pull back on purpose, reluctant to keep clashing.

He needed to verify if Xie Yushen could emerge from that Underworld Fengdu unscathed, or else.

If the commander who guided the imperial troops against the sects and mountains perished, what purpose would this imperial campaign serve?

None whatsoever.

For him, Ning Caisen, there was zero reason to keep throwing his life into this fray.

Boom——!!!

The Vast River surged forward from Fang Hanshu, his fist tightly gripped, the teaching whip resembling a massive blade that slashed with thunderous force, warping space just a bit, as his power built relentlessly.

Bam——!!

Grandmaster Huang Mei let out a fierce yell, the Golden Buddha enveloping him cracked under the strike, riddled with fissures, on the verge of crumbling apart.

"This person is strong, be careful, you two!"

Huang Mei bellowed loudly!

The hearts of Ning Caisen and Gu Cheng dipped a little, for Fang Hanshu truly possessed immense strength, drawing on the Vast River to reach Half-step Divine Tribulation levels, a force that was bound to be extraordinary...

Their combined assault could scarcely hold off Fang Hanshu's fierce attacks.

The Dragon God Crown Prince and the Three Dragon Sons had been pulled into the Underworld, and so too had Zhao Beidou and Xie Yushen...

The Old Dragon God plunged headlong into the Underworld Fengdu without hesitation.

Nobody could tell what unfolded within Fengdu.

Yet the battlefield outside, thanks to these vanishings, abruptly shifted in an unexpected direction.

Boom——!!!

Gu Qianchi swung his sword in a wide arc, unleashing a barrage of sword beams, steering clear of disaster power for the moment since Lv Taibai was pushing for a breakthrough to Divine Tribulation—using such power now would invite doom.

Meanwhile, Grandmaster Qian Yuan Lv Qiankun unleashed his own sword auras, given that sword cultivation centered on lethal strikes, the fearsome beams collided and burst like dazzling fireworks high in the sky!

Lv Qiankun positioned himself in front of the plaque, where the swirling vortex of the Qiankun Small Cave Heaven kept rotating endlessly above.

His brows knitted together, and from time to time, his eyes darted to the dark gateway suspended in the air.

The inscription Fengdu, etched on the portal against the jet-black city wall, radiated a chilling aura of mortality that spread outward.

Underworld...

A faint ease settled in Lv Qiankun's chest.

Absent the Underworld's involvement, the Qian Yuan Divine Sect... might not have endured this disaster at all.

Various Great Divine Sects harbored their own schemes; Da Jing had birthed a Xie Yushen, whose masterful tactics had driven wedges between the Great Divine Sects, leading some like the Heavenly Pill Divine Sect and others to yield to the Grand Prospect Dynasty's court, likely lured by vows to redistribute lands after shattering the mountains and wiping out sects, thus carving up the world's Qi Fortune.

Under such incentives, the once-united Great Divine Sects found themselves readily divided.

Boom——

Gu Qianchi pulled back, as the pair of Divine Tribulation Cultivators avoided a fight to the death.

Lv Qiankun refrained from pushing too hard, since Lv Taibai was on the cusp of breakthrough; going all out would draw the Heaven and Earth Will's disaster lock, harming Lv Taibai's progress.

From Gu Qianchi's perspective, he sought to await outcomes from the clash inside Underworld Fengdu, checking if the Old Dragon God, Zhao Beidou, National Master Xie Yushen, and the rest could emerge alive, before deciding next steps.

If not, there was truly no point in battling Qian Yuan Divine Sect to the bitter end; these fights... served as spectacles for the court's elite, and with the National Master yanked into the Underworld, the act had lost its point.

Gu Qianchi fell back to join Gu Cheng, where he noticed the beleaguered stance of Gu Cheng, Ning Caisen, and Huang Mei against Fang Hanshu.

A Half-step Divine Tribulation powerhouse outmatched even the peak of three premier Great God experts.

At this sight, Fang Hanshu's Vast River hand, now a whip, whipped out abruptly, but Gu Qianchi countered with a sweep of sword light, shattering the Vast River lash.

Fang Hanshu's toes touched the empty void, wrapped in the Vast River's flow, as he dashed back rapidly, ascending to the ramparts over Qianyuan Taoist City.

On the opposite flank.

The clash between Feng Zhiqi, Zhao Fangzhou, Tang Xiejia, and fellow Martial Saints and Divine Fetuses wrapped up as well, with everyone withdrawing to the city walls, holding a position of tense standoff.

Still, the tremendous energy waves kept seeping out from the face-off between the powerhouses on both sides, resembling clashing ocean swells.

The timeworn city walls rose sky-high like towering clouds, imposing, vast, and unyielding.

Beyond the walls, the warships loomed threateningly like colossal monsters, casting eerie glows, akin to prowling wolves in the wilds, poised for the perfect strike!

A dark gateway lingered overhead for all to see.

Inky black, as if swallowing infinite light, profoundly abyssal, resembling the infernal door bearing demise.