As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1772 - 461: How Dare You Covet the Great Saint’s Remains? The Great Saint Returns Above Mo City Fengdu
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Rumble——!!!
A formidable aura, accompanied by the cacophony of lashing chains, exploded throughout the void and echoed without end!
Death Qi, Corpse Qi, Divinity, Dao Yun, and the Power of Tribulation converged like dark lightning, weaving relentlessly around the skeletal figure perched upon the white jade slide.
A chaotic and expanding mystic release permeated the area, forcing the surrounding space to ripple like waves on an ocean!
The gale roared, and terrifying vibrations shook the surroundings!
Heavy chains unfurled like whips, lashing out violently in every direction!
A tidal wave of pressure surged downward, obliterating all in its path with the weight of the heavens and earth!
It was as if a god and a demon had merged into one!
Utterly petrifying!
Having withered in silence for thousands of years, all to protect Equal Heaven in this final hour!
Donning the Equalling Heaven’s Face, Li Che felt a growing sense of dread reflected in his own gaze!
At that instant, the Dao Fruits within his chest pulsed in a frantic rhythm, becoming intensely active, while his Immaculate Heart Taoist Fruit emitted a dire, piercing warning!
Danger! Danger! Danger!!!
The void shivered as an invisible shockwave pulsed outward in a flash!
A mighty force, akin to a divine mountain piercing the clouds, was severed by an overwhelming power, collapsing with a thunderous roar as it descended upon the mortal realm with unstoppable momentum!
Such raw strength, such terrifying presence!
Even Li Che stood there, thoroughly horrified.
This was surely the most menacing aura he had ever encountered.
The many Second Calamity Divine Tribulation Venerables gathered there appeared puny in the wake of this pressure, finding themselves unable to display any strength and forced to recoil deep into their own bodies!
This was a complete and utter crushing of the hierarchy!
They were simply not on the same level of existence!
"This could be..."
"A Three Calamities Crossing! A Divine Tribulation Supreme!"
Li Che’s eyes narrowed instantly!
The Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King of Qitian Temple was actually a Divine Tribulation Supreme who had succeeded in crossing the Three Calamities!
Crossing Two Calamities makes one a Venerable, but crossing the Third elevates one to the rank of Supreme!
The turbulent pressure continued its wild dance through the void, overshadowing the sun and plunging the entirety of the Qitian Inner City into a state of crushing oppression.
What astonished Li Che even more was the realization that this emaciated entity was the ancestor master of Qitian Temple itself!
The grandmaster of what was once the foremost Divine Sect in the world!
He had not perished!
Qitian Temple had declined from its zenith, the Inner City was mysteriously sealed, and the majority of its heavy hitters were assumed buried.
When the gates opened and he saw the legendary figures of Qitian Temple turned into Temple Guardian Cursed Corpses, Li Che had reasonably concluded they were all dead.
Unexpectedly, the grandmaster of the Sect had withered for millennia but survived, fueled by an unwavering duty to protect Equal Heaven. Now, with the re-emergence of the Inner City and crowds gathering before the temple...
...he had finally shattered his chains to become the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King!
By reclaiming his apex aura and cultivation, he had returned as a fearsome Three Calamities Supreme!
No way to stop this...
The Dao Fruits hammering in Li Che’s chest echoed the danger. He understood now that even if he exhausted every trump card, he could not overcome a Three Calamities Supreme!
Beneath the mask of the Equalling Heaven’s Face, Li Che’s brows furrowed.
He felt as though something was amiss.
He retreated a step, subtly preparing to slip away.
As a devoted father and the anchor for his daughter Xi Xi and his wife Zhang Ya, Li Che lived by the code of self-preservation at all costs.
Despite the extreme concealment offered by the Slumbering Dragon Elephant’s aura, Li Che feared that this transformed ancestor of Qitian Temple, wielding the combat power of a Supreme-level Curse Corpse King, might eventually pierce his disguise.
Caution, he decided, was the only path.
Boom——!!!
"A madman! He is truly a lunatic!"
The Black Bull Demon God Venerable, hoisting his Sea-crossing Purple Gold Beam, manifested a look of pure terror.
"To sustain oneself for thousands of years without rotting, purely for the sake of transforming into a Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King today! How can such an ancient monster exist!"
The Black Bull Demon God Venerable cursed under his breath.
Under the weight of the Supreme’s suppression, every powerhouse invading the temple now wore expressions of shock and existential dread.
Zhang Wuji, the Sect Master of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect, felt his Daoist robes flap violently as his obsidian hair whipped in the wind; his face remained solemn, tinged with genuine respect: "Such indomitable conviction..."
"Withering for millennia, reduced to a husk, he retains barely a tenth of his original combat power. Yet the grandmaster of Qitian Temple once stood at the summit as a Three Calamities Supreme, having even crossed the Second Tribulation of the Third Calamity—the undisputed champion of his era."
"But time is a cruel blade, carving away his brilliance and his might. Perhaps he refused to become a Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King earlier, not wishing to see his strength diminished further by the decay of ages."
"Even now, as a Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, his power will eventually erode, unable to hold onto that pristine pinnacle forever."
"And when the Inner City opened and the strange temple appeared, surely drawing the greedy eyes of the strong, the ancestor master chose this moment to incarnate, unleashing the combat potential of his absolute peak!"
Zhang Wuji took a sharp breath, his robes clinging to his frame.
His gaze flickered with turbulent emotions.
"Yet, to imagine this ancestor, Fang Xinyuan, enduring the agony of a thousand-year vigil, facing the slow torture of his own fading vitality—to withstand the blade of time requires a resolve beyond comprehension."
"Is shielding Equal Heaven truly worth such a heavy price?!"
Zhang Wuji exhaled, his expression grave.
"Amitabha..."
"The Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King has only just manifested; his strength has not yet reached its ultimate crescendo!"