As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1770 - 460: Surviving for Millennia Only to Protect Equaling Heaven—Breaking the Shackles to Become the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King [Monthly Ticket Requested]...
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Li Che was bolstered by a fierce sense of resolve. With such a formidable gathering of legends backing him, what reason did he have to doubt the fruition of his great undertaking?
He departed from Mo City Fengdu alongside the assembly of demon gods.
Upon returning to the outer district of Qitian City, Li Che dismissed his companions.
The demon gods offered their deep respects to Li Che before each reclaimed a Thunder Chess Piece, vanishing instantly as they teleported back to their original realms.
With their objectives now crystal clear, they surged forward, their towering demon energy piercing the sky as they advanced toward the Qitian Temple.
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Rustling leaves echoed through the air—
The winds grew erratic and wild.
Fang Hanshu’s scholarly robes whipped violently around him, and the pages of the Holy Sage Book clutched in his hand fluttered incessantly.
Keeping one hand tucked behind his back, he tilted his head, his gaze locked onto the Qitian Temple while his eyes betrayed a complex mixture of sentiment.
"Alas..."
"Qitian, Qitian."
"Fate, indeed, is inescapable."
Fang Hanshu shook his head with a gentle, melancholic air.
As he stowed away the Holy Sage Book and turned toward the Qitian Temple, his long, flowing sleeves draped low as he brought his hands together and performed three deep, solemn bows.
It looked akin to a funeral rite.
An instant later, he drew himself up, standing firm like a Jiao Long roaring at the heavens.
As his simple cloth shoes brushed the earth, the surrounding space rippled.
He seemed to stutter in and out of existence, each stride spanning an immense distance.
With steady, paced steps, he moved toward the Qitian Temple.
As if embarked upon a holy pilgrimage.
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The Inner City of Qitian.
Cyclonic winds roared and collided, filling the air with chaotic fury!
Deep within the city, amidst the decaying opulence of ancient palaces, Divine Tribulation cultivators and peak Martial Saints scoured the ruins for treasures left behind by the Equal Heaven Temple.
Some were content with minor gains, avoiding conflict to focus solely on scavenging leftovers.
Naturally, others possessed soaring ambitions; they sought to breach the Qitian Temple, to witness the majesty of the Three Pure Ranks Temple God, and to discover who would ultimately lay claim to the Ruyi Golden Cudgel.
Boom, boom, boom—
The Black Bull Demon God Venerable shouldered the Sea-crossing Purple Gold Beam, his potent demon soul radiating outward.
As he neared the Qitian Temple, his senses were assaulted by an influx of powerful auras.
There stood an ascetic monk from the Western Regions Buddha Land, a distinctive cicada mark etched upon his face.
Nearby, the hidden progenitor of the Da Jing Dynasty and powerhouse entities from Wushen Mountain revealed their true might, rampaging without restraint!
With the Qitian Temple unlocked and the Ruyi Golden Cudgel revealed, the hidden masters no longer felt the need to conceal their cultivation bases.
"A pack of treacherous humans! They all came well-prepared!"
"Even so, Qitian is the Demon Saint of our race! His heritage and divine weapon are fated to belong to the demons!"
"No one shall take them from me!"
"Whoever dares to stand against Old Bull will find only death!"
The Black Bull Demon God Venerable remained arrogant, brimming with absolute faith in his own cultivation!
Boom—!!!
The Black Bull Demon God Venerable bellowed in rage, quickening his pace to charge forward like a maddened bull!
The Qitian Temple sat regally atop Qitian Peak.
Qitian Peak itself was essentially a small hill tucked away in the deepest corner of Qitian City.
Luxurious halls gleamed with gold and jade, radiant clouds unfurled, and auspicious energy wove through the air.
Though locked away in the Inner City for an eternity, the peak still boasted blooming peach trees.
The surroundings were bathed in a mysterious, divine fog, rendering the summit partially obscured.
Utilizing the [Dragon Elephant Vajra] Dao Fruit combined with the Slumbering Dragon Elephant technique, Li Che wove through the shadows to spy on the area.
He was slightly startled to see so many figures congregate at the mountain’s base.
He had assumed he would have more time, yet he had not expected such a swift arrival from his rivals.
Li Che held the advantage of the Heaven and Earth chessboard, granting him the Master Go-chess Saint’s insights, which deciphered the paths within Qitian Inner City.
Yet these masters navigated the treacherous fog without such an artifact, reaching the foot of Qitian Peak with surprising speed.
It could only mean their strength matched that of the Black Bull Demon God Venerable.
They were undoubtedly peerless experts within the Realm of Two Disasters, each an elite pillar of their respective faction.
Truthfully, the assembly was not large: the Black Bull Demon God Venerable, the cicada-marked ascetic, the previous Emperor of Dajing, a Witch God Priest from Wushen Mountain, Zhang Wuji, the Sect Master of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect, and a barefooted woman radiating a tranquil yet sharp aura from the South Sea Bamboo Forest.
It was Zhang Wuji’s presence that most surprised Li Che.
The Sect Master of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect had been hiding his true capabilities all this time?!
It seemed the modern First Divine Sect of Dajing was truly a force to be reckoned with.
Alongside the Purple Mansion Divine Sect, the enigmatic South Sea Bamboo Forest also revealed a powerhouse.
Though Li Che did not recognize the barefooted woman, her aura bore a faint, disturbing resemblance to Guanyin.
Without question, every single one of them had their sights set on the Qitian Temple.
The Black Bull Demon God Venerable adjusted his grip on the Sea-crossing Purple Gold Beam, his bovine eyes narrowing as he sneered at the assembly.
"You humans are certainly full of secrets... Had you revealed your strength earlier, Old Bull would not have bothered with the minor trials, I would have simply forced my way into the city."
"However, humans are never united; you cherish internal rivalry and enjoy playing petty games. Were it not for that, and had you actually worked together, this Old Bull would have tucked tail and fled long ago."
Cloaked in dense divinity and golden qi, the previous Emperor of Dajing hid his features and replied coldly: "Fewer people is better. Less noise."
The Black Bull Demon God Venerable focused his gaze on the shrouded figure: "Lv Wen Chang... You are truly the peerless Heavenly Pride among Dajing’s monarchs. Aside from the Grand Ancestor, you are the only one to break into the Realm of Two Disasters!"
"Just a stroke of destiny," the previous Emperor replied dismissively.
"A pity, then. Dajing’s fate is reaching its twilight. The prophecies of Gongshu Guigu never miss the mark!"
The Black Bull Demon God Venerable sneered, though his heart grew heavy; with so many rivals now emerging, he felt an unprecedented weight settling upon him.