As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1704: 445: Devouring the Four Heavenly Kings—Li Che's Monster Rearing, Unstained Heart's Fifth Molting
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A thunderous boom—!!!
The raging winds howled ferociously, unleashing a savage energy.
Suddenly, Li Che raised his head, witnessing the void crack open as if breaking apart, and from the heart of that fractured realm, a pitch-black metropolis materialized.
This ancient fortress towered imposingly, stretching through the turbulent streams of space like it coexisted with the ages.
An overwhelming divine force enveloped it, shimmering like a dark illusion, making Li Che's expression turn stern.
Li Che's sight locked onto the entrance of the city, where four characters stood out.
[Nine Nether City]
Nine Nether City!
A slight quiver ran through Li Che's chest, as though from that fortress he glimpsed a massive black lotus blooming, cursed black flames weaving and surging, scorching lands and churning oceans, annihilating realms!
Defying the very heavens and earth!
Faintly, atop the ramparts, Li Che caught the pale moonlight sprinkling down, as if wings of feathers were about to unfurl, soaring toward the lunar glow.
A supreme Goddess appeared, resembling an eternal divinity bathed in the moonlit halls of Guanghan Palace.
Li Che's brow creased a bit.
Next to the Goddess loomed a sturdy form clad in golden armor, sporting a wild boar head, gripping a nine-toothed rake.
They positioned themselves on the city heights.
With intricate looks in their eyes, they gazed outward.
As though bridging the broken barriers of time and space, their stares met Li Che's in a tense lock.
Hum—
The metropolis faded away.
In Mo City, the turmoil of winds and waves began to settle.
Li Che remained within Mo City, his forehead wrinkled deeply.
Nine Nether City…
Buried in the Netherworld's depths?
Yet that doesn't fit, for that fortress… it shares a profound link with the Prison Lotus, and isn't that enormous black lotus the Prison Lotus itself?
Thus, the Temple Gods from which Yun E and Zhou Peng reincarnated, do they hail from this Nine Nether City?
Li Che's heart couldn't help but shudder a little.
Those two Temple Gods, are they aligned with the Prison Lotus faction?
Their presence near Xi Xi, is it mere chance?
Xi Xi's ties to the Prison Lotus run far too deep, from the Prison Lotus Curse to the supposed past life of her soul…
Furthermore, after slaying Dead Ji Molie before, the monk called Golden Cicada had been revealed lurking behind Ji Molie.
Golden Cicada…
Equaling Heaven, Golden Cicada… Li Che's eyes glinted.
Hum hum hum—
As if the cries of tormented spirits resounded, faint rays of light converged ahead, weaving together slowly.
The captured souls of Yun E and Zhou Peng emerged from the Netherworld.
Their cultivation levels weren't advanced, making soul capturing straightforward with no drain on Li Che.
Still, Li Che sensed that the Temple Gods housed within them had vanished.
Maybe those Temple Gods stayed back in Nine Nether City, unable to follow even after the souls were retrieved.
Li Che considered using Summoning Gods, but despite the seeming proximity, the vast separation made it impossible to employ.
He let out a soft sigh.
For the moment, this would suffice.
Yun E and Zhou Peng's eyes fluttered open, with Zhou Peng's plump features smoothing out, reforming into Little Fatty.
“Uncle Li… Lord…”
Yun E's eyes opened, her delicate lashes quivering softly as she shifted back to her youthful self, her look settling on Li Che with a fleeting odd glint.
At her side, Zhou Peng scratched his scalp, eyeing his form with curiosity.
Bits of knowledge trickled into their thoughts, clarifying their present circumstances.
Captured souls?
Yun E and Zhou Peng shared a look, both exhaling in relief.
Though existing in a new shape, all the same… survival remained a blessing.
“Don't call me Lord, stick to Uncle Li.” Li Che smiled lightly.
“Xi Xi awaits you beyond the gates, head out… even with your altered existence, cultivation and growth are still possible, perhaps smoother than ever.”
“However, the Temple Gods within you, I couldn't bring them back… they've been drawn to Nine Nether City.” Li Che explained.
Yun E nodded: “Uncle Li, it's alright, we get it.”
“Nine Nether City lies by Prison Lotus Lake…”
“It's part of the Prison Lotus faction…”
“The Temple Gods of Zhou Peng and myself come from the Prison Lotus faction; reincarnation simply follows the Prison Lotus's intent, aiming to shift the current Prison Lotus dynamics.”
Yun E murmured gently, the lunar divine mark on her forehead glowing faintly.
“Once we reach Prison Lotus City, we can merge the Temple God's strength into our bodies, sparking massive advancements and surges.”
“Temple Gods manifesting in this realm, even in the Strange Que, face intense suppression, and with our modest cultivation, we can't fully tap the Temple God's might…”
“As fallen deities, Temple Gods naturally can't wield divine power at full capacity, and carrying them further weakens our own strength.”
“That said, should our cultivation thrive while bearing Temple God essence, even if not flawless, we could achieve huge strides… becoming true allies to Uncle Li.”
Yun E's eyes sparkled with light, carrying a hint of anticipation.
Her stare at Li Che shone intensely, like constellations whirling inside.
Nearby, Zhou Peng observed Yun E's demeanor, scratched his head, and felt a touch of gloom.
He knew that look all too well.
Maybe the hand clutched in the abyss was just a fleeting Nan Ke dream.
Li Che's brow furrowed briefly but eased soon after, setting aside thoughts of the Temple Gods.
The Mysterious Temple's arrival in the world, linking the Mysterious Temple to the Strange Que…
This forges a special bond between the realm and Strange Que, a bond that profoundly shifts the world's balance, with the Mysterious Temple's rise spilling divinity everywhere, enabling countless cultivators to advance, shatter their limits, and herald a booming age of cultivation.