As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1777 - 462: Nine Steps to the Heavenly Gate to Attain Martial Immortal, Three Immortal Seeds Guide Mechanisms to Annihilate the Black Bull [Monthly Ticket Requested]...

A sudden eruption broke out, catching everyone by surprise.

The force surged forward, swallowing the pitch-black gateway of the Black Bull Demon God Venerable. It was saturated with death qi and an ink-like darkness, appearing so profound and absolute that it seemed to drain all surrounding light.

Many powerful figures who had been fixating on Fang Hanshu were forced to divert their attention, turning toward the immense, sprawling black city gate.

Though it was merely a single gate, it completely obscured the Black Bull Demon God Venerable, allowing not a single shred of aura to escape.

"Underworld!"

A deep voice rumbled through the air.

It was the Chan Wen Ascetic Monk from the Western Regions Buddha Land. His monk robes billowed, radiating an overwhelming pressure from his very soul.

Within eyes that scanned the Fengdu Gate of the Underworld, it appeared as though two fiery cicadas were rapidly beating their wings.

He also caught sight of the Divine Monkey perched atop that gateway.

"Is the Underworld finally interfering?"

Zhang Wuji, Divine Sect Master of the Purple Mansion, flicked his horsetail whisk, his Daoist robes snapping in the wind while a flicker of peculiar intensity entered his gaze.

The fact that the Black Bull Demon God Venerable had been dragged into Mo City Fengdu meant little to Zhang Wuji.

However, the Underworld had left a lasting mark on him, especially since he witnessed members of that faction slaughtering his own disciples in the Divine Capital.

Li Che was a Horse Face of the Underworld, clearly tied to the organization, yet Zhang Wuji remained baffled by the origins of this enigmatic faction.

"Is the Underworld stepping in on behalf of Equaling Heaven?"

"It appears… the Underworld maintains strong ties to the Prison Lotus!"

"Does the Prison Lotus act as the power behind the Underworld?"

Zhang Wuji stared intensely, deep in thought.

"The Prison Lotus backing the Underworld? That is impossible. The Divine Tide has only just commenced, and all major factions are merely beginning their return. No god from the Prison Lotus camp is currently receiving anyone; they are falling behind. No camp would permit the gods of the Prison Lotus to make a return."

The soft-spoken Guanyin, hailing from the enigmatic South Sea Bamboo Forest sect, voiced her opinion quietly.

Zhang Wuji locked eyes with her, their gazes clashing in the air. Both understood they had powerful backing from the All Gods Camp within the Strange Que. Ultimately, to rise in the human realm and dominate a territory, one required a formidable foundation.

Thus, both remained convinced that the Underworld must be supported by someone.

So far, the Underworld’s activities had leaned toward the Prison Lotus camp—from shielding the Daughter of Prison Lotus to their current interference for Equaling Heaven, all evidence pointed in that direction.

"Enough, leave it be. As long as the Underworld spirits away the Big Black Bull without disturbing us, it is no matter."

The Chan Wen Ascetic Monk turned his focus back to the formidable Fang Hanshu.

He lunged forward, Buddha Light erupting as his skin turned to gold, embodying the Vajra Indestructible state.

Countless flames flickered into existence—a manifestation of the Tribulation Fires.

"This man tapped into the power of Gongshu Guigu; do not underestimate him. Gongshu Guigu’s ability to manipulate the Will of Heaven and Earth is terrifying!"

"Prevent him from ascending!"

Boom—!!!

Ignoring the Underworld entirely, the Ascetic Monk launched the first strike, targeting Fang Hanshu directly.

Across from him, the Emperor of Dajing, Lu Wenchang, joined the fray. A flag-spear materialized in his palm, its presence sending ripples of distortion through the void.

The Witch God Priest from Wushen Mountain, Zhang Wuji of the Purple Mansion, and Guanyin from the South Sea Bamboo Forest also engaged.

Five Second Calamity Realm Divine Tribulation Venerables descended upon the Qitian Mysterious Temple’s gateway, causing the fabric of space to writhe and buckle under their combined might.

Fang Hanshu’s Vast Spear trembled, his aura surging until he broke through the confinements of the Second Calamity. His body radiated a brilliant white light, suggesting that every drop of his blood, his flesh, and even his spirit had been pushed to their absolute limits.

His spear flared with brilliance, dancing like white lightning and creating deafening sonic booms as it drove back the five allied Venerables!

The sheer power of his Vast blows seemed to etch impossible, enduring white shockwaves into the very air!

Boom—!!!

Fang Hanshu’s hair whipped in the gale, his dignified beard flowing, his posture as rigid as steel.

His fighting spirit soared toward the heavens!

With the shattered turtle shell at his core, he seemed momentarily infused with the Will of Heaven and Earth from the mortal realm—an atmosphere of absolute, transcendental dread.

A dazzling white light erupting from his eyes, Fang Hanshu stood fearless.

He was well aware that defeating five Second Calamity Venerables was a pipe dream. His goal was, and had always been, to delay them.

So long as the Fang Family Ancestor could bypass the restrictions placed by these factions and return to the Qitian Temple, Fang Hanshu would have succeeded.

After all, the Fang Family Ancestor had been twisted into a Three Calamity Divine Tribulation-level Temple Guardian Cursed Corpse.

Should these Second Calamity Venerables face that entity, they would be obliterated by its mere presence, as they were, at their core, beings of different levels.

"Battle!"

Wrapped in Vastness, Fang Hanshu stood tall as a Jiao Long. Though he was a scholar, a man of letters could still grasp a spear to eradicate invaders.

His battle blood stained the azure sky.

… …

Boom—!!!

Mo City Fengdu!

With an unrestrained crash, the massive Black Bull collided with the earth, shattering the ground of Mo City like a spiderweb.

Mighty, fearful pressure ravaged the atmosphere, causing it to groan as if the very air were on the brink of structural collapse.

Hiss hiss hiss—

Amidst swirling demon energy and the scent of boiling qi-blood, the Black Bull Demon God Venerable climbed to its feet. Its sharp horns, shaped like jagged crescent moons, gleamed with lethal intent.