As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1775: 461: How Dare You Covet the Great Saint's Remains? The Great Saint Returns Above Mo City Fengdu
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Chapter 1775: Chapter 461: How Dare You Covet the Great Saint’s Remains? The Great Saint Returns Above Mo City Fengdu
However, everyone understood the truth.
Equaling Heaven…
He is the embodiment of the Prison Lotus Camp!
Even leading up to its eventual collapse, Equaling Heaven was ranked among the deities of the Prison Lotus Camp.
Equalling Heaven is synonymous with Prison Lotus!
Furthermore, the various factions backing formidable figures like the Black Bull Demon God Venerable share a unified goal: to eradicate the Prison Lotus and sever its entire lineage!
Consequently, they are pouring every ounce of their power into assaulting the Qi Tian Temple, aiming to loot the Great Saint’s divine weapons and inherited powers to ensure he can never rise again.
Wielding the Sea-crossing Purple Gold Beam like a massive war hammer, the Black Bull Demon God Venerable unleashed a devastating blow that smashed into the temple gates with a thunderous roar.
A deafening impact reverberated, sounding much like the heavy beat of war drums.
Ripples of unseen force expanded in waves, causing violent vibrations to flood the area.
The gates cracked open, and the vast, majestic aura of divinity burst forth from the mysterious temple.
The Black Bull Demon God Venerable felt every fiber of his being invigorated by the surge.
He let out a boisterous laugh, bracing the Sea-crossing Purple Gold Beam and charging forward with relentless momentum!
Boom boom boom boom—!
Each strike was delivered with absolute brutality.
Finally, the barricaded gates crumbled inward, and a throng of powerful experts unleashed their aura, the power of tribulation swirling around them as they swarmed the Qi Tian Temple like a competitive fleet of ships.
Eager to seize the lead, no one was willing to abandon this potential opportunity to conquer the Three Calamities and challenge the pinnacle of power.
Li Che, concealed behind the mask of Equaling Heaven, maintained intense focus, pushing his Slumbering Dragon Elephant cultivation to its limit.
He maneuvered through the chaos with total effort, remaining in the shadows as he trailed the others.
Though the temple gates were flung wide, allowing divine energy to spill out, the advancing experts were suddenly brought to a halt by the sound of a rushing, torrential river.
A ripple of realization passed through the crowd.
They watched as a vast, powerful river manifested in the air, swirling aggressively to obstruct their path.
“Who dares?!”
The Black Bull Demon God Venerable, who had been charging headlong, grew instantly enraged by the obstruction.
He swung the Sea-crossing Purple Gold Beam, aiming to pulverize the river with pure force.
The river surged in response, molding itself into the shape of a massive fist that struck back horizontally.
Bang—
The collision resounded with terrifying intensity.
As the Vast Qi River dissipated, a man dressed in Confucian robes was sent flying, landing elegantly on the white jade floor of the temple grounds before stumbling back several paces.
His beard fluttered in the breeze, and as he turned, he revealed a refined, scholarly expression.
The Black Bull Demon God Venerable stood tall, his hulking frame pulsing with demonic energy as he narrowed his copper-bell eyes at the newcomer.
“Who are you?”
He failed to recognize Fang Hanshu, who, until now, had kept a low profile.
Hidden in the dark, Li Che felt a sense of perplexity and shock.
The Great Elder, Fang Hanshu…
Why intervene now?
Moreover, he chose to confront this group of Second Disaster Venerables openly.
Aside from the four demon gods and Li Che, those gathered were all at the Second Disaster level. For Fang Hanshu to block their way seemed like an act of suicide.
Li Che was well aware of Fang Hanshu’s strength, having reached the realm of Divine Tribulation, but it was only the initial stage of that realm.
Even if the Great Elder was secretly a killer from the Hunting God Pavilion, that identity offered no additional brute strength.
Behind Fang Hanshu, the river water churned fiercely, gradually condensing into a brilliant white spear of Vast Qi in his hand.
“A remnant of Qitian Temple, and an unworthy descendant of the Fang line, I am Fang Hanshu.”
“Today, I stand in defense of Qi Tian.”
Fang Hanshu spun the spear, his gaze lowered as he whispered his resolve.
If it weren't for his bloodline, he would have no reason to be at Qi Tian City.
“The Fang Family? The Ancient Family from Jiangnan Dao? The same sect that colluded with the Haoran Academy… hoarding wealth while keeping commoners in destitute poverty—that Fang Family?”
Emperor Lv Wen Chang of Dajing sneered.
He knew the reputation of that clan all too well.
He was aware of the historical ties between the Fang Family and Qi Tian Temple, but since the Temple had long fallen, the current clan had cast off its heritage.
“Yes… which is exactly why I, as a descendant, am so unworthy.”
Fang Hanshu tilted his spear, his head lifting to look toward the ancestor of the Fang line, who was currently transforming into the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King amidst the fog. He sighed deeply.
The ancestral mission of the Fang clan had been abandoned long ago.
The Temple was dead, and the modern Fang Family claimed no link to this history. Only he and his sister, Fang Shangzhen, remained as the true remnants.
Fang Hanshu had previously questioned if a long-extinct Sect was worth his life, but upon witnessing his ancestor’s willingness to rot for a thousand years as a guardian corpse, he understood the true weight of their oath.
Dajing Emperor Lv Wen Chang stared coldly at Fang Hanshu.
“Your courage is commendable, but unfortunately, you remain a mere One Disaster cultivator. What could you possibly hope to protect?”