As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1742: 454: Eight Qimen Immortal Seeds Achieve Body Sanctification, the Underworld Welcomes a Newcomer—Diting [Monthly Ticket Requested]_3...

A droplet of ink plummeted down, rapidly diffusing and swirling to form a thick fog.

Gradually, this mist wove together into Xi Xi's shape, summoned via the Dao Fruit of the [Fairy in the Painting], appearing as the avatar of the Fairy in the Painting named Xi Xi.

After Li Che had carried Xi Xi off, he finalized the evolution of the Fairy in the Painting's avatar.

Lv Taibai, Lv Qiankun, and Fang Hanshu, who lounged under the eaves with a book, remained oblivious, just like Jin Taixui who had been practicing with Xi Xi.

Just Yun E and Zhou Peng realized that the Xi Xi in front of them was now fully the Fairy in the Painting’s avatar.

The avatar of Li Che's Fairy in the Painting also showed up, settling beneath the eaves to peruse books next to Fang Hanshu.

The scene felt peaceful and picturesque.

However, Yun E and Zhou Peng sensed sharply… Uncle Li was gearing up for something big.

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Qi Tian City was getting more vibrant by the day.

The former Qi Tian City, held by various demon tribes, had never truly been a barren ghost town.

At present, with cultivators pouring in from the Da Jing Dynasty, Divine Sect, and Ancient Family, plus mighty experts from Wushen Mountain, Western Regions Buddha Land, and other key powers, the place swiftly turned crowded and energetic.

Numerous folks streamed into Qi Tian City, unwilling to hole up in their yards, as their aim was to claim the city's heritage, so they roamed the streets, seeking any chance that could trigger the Temple God Resonance.

Yet, such hopes were in vain; Qi Tian City had fallen under demon tribe control for five centuries, leaving it stripped bare ages ago, with every trace tied to the Temple God Resonance event long looted by the demons.

City Lord’s Mansion.

The Black Bull Demon God Venerable occupied the top spot at the round table, his figure cloaked in demonic aura that blurred his outline.

On this day, a few shadowy forms sat across from him at the table.

Clad in broad hats and monastic garments minus the kasaya, their attire and the prayer beads at their necks betrayed their origins.

The Black Bull Demon God Venerable chatted briefly with these Western Regions Buddha Land monks.

All of a sudden.

Space warped and ripped open.

From the narrow rift stepped out the Night Bat Demon God.

As soon as he materialized, the Night Bat Demon God spotted the Western Regions Buddha Land monks at the round table, surprise flashing in his eyes.

The head monk among them lifted his gaze, his simple robe fluttering without any breeze, fixing his stare on the Night Bat Demon God, his eyes flaring with sudden intensity.

Golden cicada motifs surfaced on his eyelids.

Invisible Buddha Light coiled and burst forth, apparently shaping a golden summer cicada at his back, its wings parting faintly as though humming countless times, releasing a fearsome resonance.

“This is my trusted aide, Night Bat Demon God.”

The Black Bull Demon God Venerable remarked calmly.

“Oh? Trusted aide…”

The Western Regions Buddha Land monk eyed the Night Bat Demon God and let out a cool, mocking chuckle.

He rose to his feet, fingers closing around a golden magic wand that chimed softly, then strode toward the City Lord’s Mansion exit, apparently done speaking with the Black Bull Demon God Venerable.

At the threshold, the monk pivoted, the gilded cicada designs appearing to ripple and dance like flames.

“Black Bull Venerable, take care, a prophecy foretells a calamity of blood.”

With those words, the monk shot another look at the Night Bat Demon God, then spun away from the yard alongside the others marked by cicada eye designs.

“Western Regions Buddha Land… these monks carry that same haughty air, brimming with baseless superiority, much like the All Gods Camp of [Black Sumeru].”

From his seat at the head, the Black Bull Demon God Venerable sneered coldly, while the Night Bat Demon God bowed his head in silence.

What had those monks… discerned?

No way, the Lord’s Resurrection Technique resembles an immortal art, how could simple monks pierce its veil?!

“Night Bat, give me the update.” The Big Black Bull rubbed his broad nose, his voice rumbling low.

“Yes.” The Night Bat Demon God delivered his respectful account without delay.

All was… proceeding normally.

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Qi Tian City Outer City.

Three-Opening Courtyard.

A soft wind rustled through, and the sun's warmth bathed everything.

Li Che came back from the restaurant owner's spot, took a seat in the yard, and right away got Night Bat’s briefing.

The briefing highlighted the odd actions of the Western Regions Buddha Land monks.

“Western Regions Buddha Land…”

Li Che's eyes narrowed keenly.

He found himself thinking back to the golden Buddha light that had mirrored the monk's form after slaying Ji Moli.

Those golden fire cicada designs, Li Che...

His thoughts flickered, activating the Heaven and Earth chessboard to spin, revealing the captured scenes.

The view showed exactly what Night Bat had witnessed.

Cicada patterns had bloomed in the eyes of every Western Regions Buddha Land monk.

And Li Che lingered on the Buddha light golden cicada hovering behind the lead monk.

“Golden Cicada…”

Li Che creased his forehead.

On that day, the monk trailing Ji Moli had declared his dharma name as Golden Cicada.

Now, these Western Regions Buddha Land monks appeared connected to that very monk from before.

Could these Western Regions Buddha Land monks be the ones pulling the strings, directing Ji Moli to unleash the slaughter and harvest the Blood Soul Technique?

“Is the Deceitful Gods Camp [Black Sumeru] backing this Western Regions Buddha Land?”

A subtle ripple passed through Li Che’s mind.

In the instant that followed, the Heaven and Earth chessboard quivered and stretched out, reaching toward where those Western Regions Buddha Land monks had gone.