As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1643: 432: How Many Experts Does the Underworld Have? If We Can't Defeat Qian Yuan, We'll Challenge the Heavenly Pill Divine Sect
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Rumble——!
Crack crack!
The entire sky and ground appeared to quiver, jolted by the sudden arrival of just one individual!
It felt like myriad departed spirits had their sentiments abruptly awakened, dredging up recollections from prior to their demise, desperately holding onto the splendor of existence they once enjoyed.
They started to howl, shriek, bellow, and charge wildly…
The wails from innumerable lost souls echoed through the heavens, resembling a gateway that restrained hordes of ferocious phantoms suddenly unlocking alongside the dark Fengdu Gate, unleashing them as a silhouette emerged unhurriedly.
A fearsome aura of calamity, an eerie and unusual energy, lingered across the skies and lands, stirring what appeared to be the wrath of the Heaven and Earth Will, a clash originating from beyond this realm.
Underworld… Ghost Emperor!
Every gaze involuntarily shifted to this form wrapped in violet fires, devoid of flesh, hide, or locks, revealing solely a gleaming golden cranium.
It captured everyone's attention, turning into the center of focus the instant it materialized!
Underworld… a fresh force!
A superior entity surpassing the Underworld Yama!
Right then, not just among the court forces, but even the powerhouses in Qianyuan Dao City shielded by the Underworld experienced shock and… reverence!
Indeed, reverence!
Even mighty individuals like Feng Zhiqi and Hong Shifu, such formidable presences, felt both dread and veneration.
For the might and enigma of the Underworld stood plain for everyone to witness.
Be it within Qianyuan Dao City or the Divine Capital, it had long been a shadowy power harboring immense dread.
And at this juncture, it appeared the leaders of the Underworld had finally surfaced…
No, more precisely… one had stepped forth!
A existence poised to upend the human realm's skies and terrain simply through its emergence!
A presence that, simply by existing there without any move, just allowing its commonplace presence to radiate, sufficed to alter the hues of heaven and earth while rattling its core!
Lv Qiankun positioned himself in front of the Qiankun Small Cave Heaven, his eyes narrowing faintly.
A wave of alarm surged within his chest.
As a Divine Tribulation Cultivator at the One Calamity and Two Tribulations Realm, he adhered to the purest divine cultivation techniques.
He pursued the route of the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations, whereas the Dragon God Lineage chased the Ancestor Dragon Tribulation path, which might not show as clearly.
Nevertheless, Lv Qiankun sensed distinctly that the mere stance of this Underworld Ghost Emperor caused the Power of Disaster to quiver and cower before it…
Yes, cower, it represented a sort of… reaction from facing a superior calamity force.
Similar to how White Netherworld Tribulation Fire might react to the Netherworld Fire of the Three Calamities Tribulation…
It signified a gap in the tiers of the Power of Disaster!
What sort of calamity does the Underworld… command?!
Lv Qiankun's strands rose faintly; since advancing to the Divine Tribulation Realm and surviving the First Disaster Second Tribulation, he rarely encountered such dread.
It resembled the terror an ordinary person might experience upon glimpsing a specter…
Even during the Old Dragon God's fierce assault on the Qiankun Space and their clash, he sensed only mild disadvantage, not outright horror, for Lv Qiankun understood that unleashing his full might could hold the Old Dragon God at bay.
However, the calamity power commanded by the Underworld Ghost Emperor lay beyond his grasp.
It constituted a calamity power he had never before met.
And Lv Qiankun wasn't the only one stunned to his depths; Fang Hanshu likewise froze, his eyes contracting, his scholarly garment taut like forged metal.
Fang Hanshu served not just as the Great Elder of the Qian Yuan Divine Sect, but also as a God Hunter Killer from the Hunting God Pavilion…
Gazing at those violet flames blazing, the golden cranium manifesting as though ejected, stirring an innate dread toward the Underworld Ghost Emperor, an immense weight abruptly bore down on Fang Hanshu.
“Underworld… Underworld… Is it the human world’s Underworld… or the Strange Que’s Underworld?!”
Fang Hanshu abruptly gasped for air, his cheeks turning scarlet.
An intense intrigue fueled his growing fascination with the Underworld.
In Qianyuan Dao City.
Li Qingshan's verdant robe billowed as he positioned himself next to Nurse Momo, who appeared far healthier after consuming a Flat Peach, her qi-blood even more robust.
Equally stunned.
Gazing in stunned silence.
Underworld… Ghost Emperor?!
Does the Underworld truly harbor additional leaders?!
How many powerhouses does our Underworld hold?
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The Primordial Dragon Elephant Flame raged ceaselessly overhead, warping the atmosphere, scorching the emptiness.
The golden cranium's stare scanned the human realm, imposing a profound sense of suppression.
This marked the Underworld Ghost Emperor's debut public reveal.
It served too to display the Underworld’s prowess to the whole human world, notifying every faction, making clear that the Underworld boasted more than mere Yama, including a Ghost Emperor, and perhaps even mightier figures beyond the Ghost Emperor…
You speculate!
Much like assuming Yama as the pinnacle, only for a Ghost Emperor to burst forth.
As the Underworld's ceiling grew unfathomable, it sparked an unfounded respect toward the Underworld.
The gateway parted, and Li Che too perceived the Heaven and Earth Will resonate, a touch of surprise stirring in his core, though at that instant, his golden cranium betrayed none of his inner amazement.
The golden cranium acted like a facade, yet unlike prior facades that hid, this golden cranium now projected outward.
Toward the realm's apathy, it resembled a bare skull confronting the harsh world sans any sentiment.
In this existence, save for his daughter and spouse, nothing etched into Li Che’s profound essence, as Li Che perpetually sensed his disconnection from this world.
Thus, he harbored no attachment to this world.