As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1702: 444: Martial Immortal Mystical Art Slays the Six-Desire Corpse God, The Golden Cicada Appears—Equaling Heaven Monk, I'm Waiting for You [Monthly Ticket Requested]...
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The inhabitants of Luoyun City lifted their gazes in confusion, one after another.
Although numerous cultivators existed among them, few grasped the significance of the strange occurrence in the sky at that instant.
In truth, witnessing the demise of a Divine Tribulation Cultivator represented a monumental spectacle that many might never encounter throughout their lives.
Near Luoyun City, drawn by the aura of conflict, countless experts from Jiangnan Dao rushed toward the area.
They stood there in shock, chills running down their spines…
A Divine Tribulation Cultivator has perished!
Indeed, a Divine Tribulation Cultivator has met their end…
Whose demise was it?
Was it the esteemed leader of Haoran Academy from Jiangnan Dao?
Or maybe the revered forebear of the Fang Family, that ancient lineage in Jiangnan Dao?
Yet others, spotting the scattered remains of Black Armor Guards from a distance, suspected the fallen one might be Ji Moli!
Xi Xi entered a stupor, then she swiveled her head to spot Li Che embracing her.
Thus, it wasn't merely a dream!
“Daddy!”
Xi Xi clung to Li Che, her lips forming a pout.
Li Che tousled the hair on Xi Xi’s head.
All at once, realization struck Xi Xi, causing her eyes to widen suddenly as she seized Li Che’s hand and bolted off toward the horizon.
“Daddy, quick! Yun E and Zhou Peng!”
Anxiety etched across Xi Xi’s features.
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…
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
A gust swept through the thick woods, stirring up a fair wind.
Mingled with rain and snowflakes, the breeze floated softly, carrying a faint coldness.
Within the woods, two craters burst open profoundly.
Smoke rose thickly from the craters, while divine energy spilled out…
Zhou Peng’s form had fully shifted into that of a Temple God, his plump face like a swine’s, and he gradually parted his eyelids, each motion inflicting agonizing torment.
Thin fissures marred his entire frame.
He lacked even the power to twitch a single digit.
The might of the Temple God had drained away completely; he realized this incarnation had finally come to a close.
This cycle of rebirth ended in defeat, after all.
A bitter chuckle escaped his lips.
In a flash, a memory surfaced, and his gaze shifted, peeking toward the side afar.
A crater lay there as well, though its depth obscured Zhou Peng’s view of Yun E inside.
Agony and alarm flickered across Zhou Peng’s expression.
His fractured body compelled itself to stir, waves of ripping anguish overwhelming him.
Crimson liquid seeped out.
Toward the neighboring crater he dragged himself, staining the earth with vivid scarlet.
Droplets of rain lashed his visage, complicating the effort to keep his eyes ajar.
Nevertheless, Zhou Peng endured the relentless onslaught of shredding torment battering his mind, intent on shattering his resolve.
Onward he persisted in his crawl.
At last, arriving at the crater’s rim, he peered downward.
Yun E rested there in the depths, still and serene, as though bathed in soft lunar glow.
A uncommon softness surfaced on Zhou Peng’s grotesque countenance.
He offered a lopsided smile.
With that, he tumbled over, tumbling down the crater’s side.
Mired in dirt, soiled and humbled.
Ultimately.
He came to rest beside Yun E, his form going limp, devoid of motion, like a corpse.
Yet after an extended pause…
Zhou Peng’s hand reached out, quivering faintly.
Delicately, he clasped one of Yun E’s pallid fingers.
A murmur of satisfaction resounded softly in the forest’s depths, followed by utter quiet.
“Heh heh…”
“This lifetime…”
“I caught you.”