As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1771: 460: Surviving for Millennia to Guard Equaling Heaven—Breaking Chains to Become the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King

Chapter 460: Millennial Guardian of Qitian—Shattering Chains to Emerge as the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King

Regrettably, the teleportation array within the Inner City of Qi Tian City currently remains offline; otherwise, summoning the other five Demon God Venerables would surely have stabilized the situation.

“Amitabha…”

“The dense, mysterious mist conceals lethal intentions… venturing up Qi Tian Peak is far too reckless.”

“Most critically, the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King has yet to reveal its true form.”

These soft words escaped the lips of the Chan Wen Ascetic Monk from the Western Regions Buddha Land.

“Do not be impatient. Wait until the drums of war resound; the mysterious fog will dissipate on its own, signaling the time to ascend. Remember, the window for climbing lasts only half an incense stick of time. Should you miss it, the mist will coalesce once more. Everyone here is well aware of the grim fate that awaits those lost within the depths of that fog.”

With his Daoist robes fluttering, Zhang Wuji, Sect Master of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect, interjected coolly.

The Black Bull Demon God Venerable squinted, observing him with suspicion: “You old fossil… have you reincarnated yet again?”

However, Zhang Wuji chose to ignore the Black Bull Demon God Venerable entirely.

For a moment, the Black Bull Demon God Venerable felt utterly disregarded.

Meanwhile, Li Che pushed his Slumbering Dragon Elephant technique to its absolute peak, his presence seemingly melding completely with the void, ensuring not a single tremor of movement.

With so many Second Calamity Venerables present, they effectively constituted the pinnacle of the mortal world’s elite.

Even the current Li Che could not confront such an assembly directly. Even when facing the Black Bull Demon God Venerable alone, Li Che had to rely on exhaustive calculations to find any opening. The sheer pressure bore down on him heavily.

This is truly difficult—

To infiltrate Qitian Temple, to uncover the secrets of the “Heavenly Corpse,” and to claim the Three Pure Ones Divine Weapon, the Ruyi Golden Cudgel—it is an impossibly daunting task!

Each of these individuals is a cunning old fox, concealing their true strength until the final moment. Only now are they beginning to show their true level of Cultivation. In contrast, the Big Black Bull is the only one who acts with any sincerity.

Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!

The shrill sounds of air being rent echoed suddenly.

Streams of turbulent demon energy swirled and intertwined in the sky. The Black Bull Demon God Venerable’s eyes lit up; as he turned, he witnessed four Demon Gods approaching from different directions.

It was the Green Lion, Spirit Water, Nine-Eyed, and Giant Claw Demon Gods rallying together! Although these four, belonging to the One Disaster and Three Tribulations Realm, were not equal to a Second Calamity Demon God Venerable, if they were willing to risk permanent injury, they could certainly hold their own for a time. This influx of power bolstered the position of the Ten Thousand Rivers significantly.

Yet, the Black Bull Demon God Venerable barely had a moment to gloat.

A thunderous boom erupted between heaven and earth. Ripples of pulsating force emanated from Qi Tian Peak, sweeping across the entire city!

Boom—!

Boom boom boom—!!!

The war drums thundered with such intensity it felt as if deities were raging above the Nine Heavens! The nine successive beats shattered the very firmament.

Everyone’s focus converged instantly. Li Che felt his gaze sharpen, tracking toward the mountain.

He watched as the rolling abyss of mysterious fog was parted as if by a massive strike, carving out a path that connected heaven and earth. A translucent, white-jade pathway slanted upward, extending directly into the radiant, golden Qitian Temple perched at the summit.

“Move!”

As the drums reached their crescendo and the fog split open, the Black Bull Demon God Venerable charged forward without a second thought, his massive, robust frame lunging ahead. With a heavy thud, he struck the white jade pathway and ascended as if walking on solid ground.

The Chan Wen Ascetic Monk held his palms together, hummed a soft prayer, and moved forward as well. Zhang Wuji, the bare-footed Guanyin from the South Sea Bamboo Forest, Emperor Lu Wenchang of the Dajing Dynasty, and the Witch God Priest from Wushen Mountain all followed, stepping onto the path.

Li Che drew a long breath, pushing his Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit to its limit. With the Heaven and Earth chessboard hovering above his head, masking his presence and the appearance of the Equal to Heaven's Face, he prepared to ascend.

Yet, at the very moment his foot touched the white jade surface:

Clang— Clang— Clank—

The sound of heavy chains snapping resonated clearly in his ears.

A humanoid figure—the same one Li Che had previously spotted in the Outer City, riddled with nine heavy chains—emerged, stepping forward with deliberate, heavy strides. The chains pulled taut behind him.

The figure stood atop the white jade path, arms crossed over his chest, gazing down at the approaching crowd with cold, indifferent eyes. Then, he looked upward, staring into the sky above the Inner City as if peering into the distance beyond the city walls.

“It is him!” Zhang Wuji’s eyes narrowed sharply.

“The founding ancestor of Qitian Temple.”

“Fang Xinyuan!”

“The progenitor of the ancient Dajing Fang Family!”

“How is it possible… that he is still alive?!”

The shock was palpable among the crowd. Li Che was equally stunned, realizing that the figure at the peak possessed an overflowing, terrifying vitality despite being bound by the iron chains.

“All gods converge to safeguard Qitian!”

“I have survived for millennia, living only for this singular day!”

“You wretched ants, you dare covet the Heavenly Corpse of Qitian!”

The emaciated figure tilted his head toward the heavens and let out a harrowing laugh. In the next heartbeat, he snarled a single, lethal command:

“Battle!”

At that instant, the nine chains binding him shattered one by one! Towering, god-like divinity surged into his emaciated frame. Rolling waves of death qi and corpse qi erupted from him like a blossoming, dark lotus, unfurling across the zenith of the pathway. The combination of death, decay, and rusted metal wove a terrifying shroud behind him.

His crushing pressure overwhelmed the heavens, bridging the gap between god and demon. The former Ancestor of Qitian Temple, remaining steadfast in his ancient vow to guard the mountain, cast aside his humanity without a shred of hesitation, fully transforming into the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King!