As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1670 - 438: As a Soul Capturer, You’re Teaching Me How to Do Things? Gathering Qi Fortune to Form a Grade-12 Golden Lotus of Mountains and Rivers [Monthly Ticket Requested]...

Splash after splash—

Clanging echoes of chains ring out without end, evoking the image of a spectral vessel burdened with tormented spirits drifting across the Yellow Springs of the Nine Netherworld.

Bindings drape across the entire craft, souls writhing desperately on every link.

The profound tone of Li Che booms forth, carrying the weight of an unchallenged edict from the Netherworld's sovereign.

This prompts the phantom ship to gradually release the selected soul downward.

Swift currents rush like the turbulent, frothing waters of the Yellow Springs, where ghostly pale bones rise ominously from the depths.

Mo City's streets lie under relentless black downpour, forming dark puddles that spread outward.

With that Netherworld-echoing deep voice reverberating through Mo City, a shadowy form begins to surface from the gathering black pools.

Beyond the barren, soulless underworld, a shadowy torrent seems to drift inward, fusing seamlessly with Gu Yinxuan's soul freshly seized from the shadowy flow.

Tao Tribulation Fire flickers steadily above Li Che's head, his stare holding a haunting intensity.

As he beholds Gu Yinxuan, now retrieved after slipping the chains, a spark of reflection lights up in Li Che's eyes.

Souls drawn straight from the Netherworld?

Employing an embryonic soul-seizing divine technique to vie for souls against the Netherworld's supreme powers?

Does this realm hold the cycle of reincarnation?

Every soul brought back claims Dao Yun from the Netherworld, blending them to persist in this mortal plane...

"Dao Yun forms the core of the Dao, emerging at birth and enduring past death... In the Divine Tribulation Realm, one refines Dao Yun by tapping into calamity's force."

"Soul-capturing's emergence demands two forms of Dao Yun..."

"Life's Dao Yun draws from the living world, while death's Dao Yun... gets seized from the Netherworld, in the end combining to confer the Dao Yun of life and death."

Li Che pondered intently.

Mastering Dao Yun paves the path to the Divine Tribulation Realm.

However, Li Che's advancement in the Divine Embryo phase falls short, even after his steadfast recent focus on cultivation, persistently drawing divinity from the Three Pure Ones Divine Crystal, scarcely elevating the Heaven and Earth Spirit Bright True Ape Divine Embryo to the Three God Transformations stage.

Still distant from the Four God Transformations of the Great God Realm.

Hence, Li Che mulling over Dao Yun presently feels a touch early.

Actually, ascending to the Tribulation Realm focuses not on seizing Dao Yun, but on securing the Dao Position amid the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations.

A low hum—

Gu Yinxuan's retrieved soul stirs, his eyes opening to reveal a tangled expression as he gazes thoughtfully at the Netherworld Ghost Emperor ahead, his features twitching.

Netherworld Ghost Emperor...

It's him, of all people!

According to the relayed intelligence, the Netherworld Ghost Emperor... amounts to just a young man around twenty-five or twenty-six, far from reaching Divine Tribulation or Martial God status.

Still, the Netherworld Ghost Emperor's distant figure, detached from the masses, paired with the radiating calamity energy around him, truly sends shivers racing through Gu Yinxuan's body.

Perplexity swirls in Gu Yinxuan's gaze.

Li Che quells the Dragon-Elephant Flame crowning his head, his look steadily locked on Gu Yinxuan.

"If submission doesn't appeal to you, you may choose to forfeit."

"I'll grant you a chance to withdraw."

"Because if you won't yield, someone else surely will."

Li Che declares with cool detachment.

In soul capturing, Li Che always delivers.

Defiant?

Defiance equals demise!

Gu Yinxuan isn't dimwitted; the incoming details allow him to quickly comprehend his dire straits.

Besides, Li Che's final words before his demise had shaken him deeply.

Yielding to Li Che opens the door to beholding the eternal divine tide, a phenomenon rarer than rare!

"This lowly one, Gu Yinxuan, bows to the Master!"

Gu Yinxuan yields instantly, dropping into a full kneel!

Even as a One Calamity Two Tribulations Divine Tribulation powerhouse, submitting on his knees to a youth of twenty-five or twenty-six stirs no reluctance in him.

Chiefly because Li Che had slain him ruthlessly at the height of his power.

So, why cling to pride?

Overpowered in combat, surrender follows naturally.

"Excellent."

Li Che grins, thrilled at enlisting two Divine Tribulation experts, with Gu Yinxuan's prodigious gifts among them, filling him with satisfaction.

Mood lifted high.

Gu Yangxuan edges closer as well, sweat-soaked and still quaking over his idiotic past actions.

Scheming to refine Li Nuanxi into a human elixir...

Utterly...

Foolish!

But Gu Yangxuan could never have foreseen that the immense, formidable Netherworld relies on a single figure, a man who seems unassuming in strength!

Who could foresee such a twist?!

Gu Yangxuan collapses to his knees, and though a Divine Tribulation cultivator, dread overtakes him completely.

Li Che's ebony robe billows wildly, his thick locks flailing about.

Gazing down at the panic-stricken, bowed Gu Yangxuan, sweat trickling nonstop from his brow, Li Che's stare remains emotionless, his pupils like endless chasms.

Toward Gu Yangxuan, a trace of loathing crosses Li Che's eyes.

Plotting to turn his daughter into human medicine?

To devour and process her?

Notions like that genuinely sicken Li Che.

If it repulses him...

Then Gu Yangxuan deserves no further existence.

That said, Li Che must first attend to certain duties.

"Unveil your Qiankun Cave Heaven."

Li Che demands relentlessly.

Within the Divine Tribulation Realm, belongings shift from Qiankun Jades to the personal Qiankun Cave Heaven one forges.

Gu Yangxuan rips open his Qiankun Cave Heaven right away, laying it out for Li Che, as he stays bowed low on the ground, perspiration flowing endlessly, his prostration unbroken.