As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1783 - 463: The Underworld Lacks a Scholar, Li Che Holds the Advantage in a 3-on-5 Fight

Soul Capturing could be evolved into the Ten Vicious Ink Splashes, so when Li Che stood before the demon core of the Big Black Bull, he selected Soul Capturing without hesitation.

By entering the Heavenly Gate, he deepened his grasp of the Martial Immortal Dao Essence and successfully crossed the threshold into the Martial Immortal Realm.

What exactly defines a Martial Immortal?

It is one who pursues the Pure Martial Path, advancing beyond the stature of a Martial Saint, braving the Heavenly Gate, and standing firm against the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations—conquering them through the sheer force of human will alone. That is a Martial Immortal.

A Martial God, in contrast, follows the Divine Martial Dao, where one opens the Heavenly Gate to channel vast Divinity, using that borrowed power to defy the Heaven and Earth Will while enduring the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations.

These are two fundamentally distinct paths.

The road of the Martial Immortal is significantly more arduous; truly Pure Martial Immortals are exceedingly rare.

Even for a prodigy of Li Che's caliber, bolstered by the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit and profound ingenuity in his Martial Path, the climb was immensely difficult. It took the life-or-death pressure of the battle with the Second Disaster Black Bull to force him to finally embark on this journey.

"However, I am only capable of channeling the Martial Immortal Dao Essence temporarily..."

Li Che remained motionless, his frame wreathed in golden radiance. Under the influence of the Dao Essence, his own shadow seemed to detach and overlap with his physical form.

His very silhouette appeared to multiply.

He understood clearly that this was not a permanent advancement, but merely a fleeting grasp of the Martial Immortal Realm achieved by borrowing the Dao Essence from the Heavenly Gate.

To genuinely ascend into the Martial Immortal Realm, Li Che knew he had to refine his own Martial Path, and more critically...

He would eventually need to face the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations, surviving these trials to claim the Power of Disaster.

This act of Tribulation transcendence is the ultimate metamorphosis.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—

A fierce gale howled across the landscape.

Black blood painted the earth while violent demon energy raged, weaving patterns across the desolate wasteland like a dark tapestry. Time seemed to anchor itself in place at that moment.

Fragments of gore and flesh remained scattered throughout Mo City Fengdu as a deluge of ink-colored rain descended, vibrating and roaring. Countless streams of fluid pooled on the fractured ground, possessing a corrosive nature that dissolved the remnants of the Second Disaster Black Bull Demon God Venerable.

This dissolved essence gradually seeped into the city, fueling the recovery of Mo City Fengdu itself.

As Li Che gripped the demon core, his aura faded back into stillness.

The Martial Immortal Dao Essence pulsed within him, interweaving with his vitality. Although it had not yet fully melded with his physical form, the act of crossing this threshold meant the horizon had widened, and he had stepped into a higher domain.

The path of the Martial Immortal stood wide before him.

Thud thud thud—

Within his chest, his heart thundered in rhythm with the pulsing Dao Fruit, a sound like a low, persistent roll of distant artillery.

His blood surged in time with this heartbeat, circulating with ferocious speed as it tempered his body and cemented his newfound strength.

A single thought flickered through his mind.

Li Che’s eyes ignited with intensity: Second Disasters Demon God Venerable!

Two Calamities Divine Tribulation!

This was the first application of Soul Capturing's Two Calamities Divine Tribulation.

Li Che felt a surge of genuine anticipation. While the Sea Flipping Nine Infants had consumed four Demon Gods to reach the Realm of Two Disasters, this was different.

Soul Capturing! Soul Return!

As the demon core drifted upward, the residual Qi of the Black Bull Demon God Venerable swelled into a massive swirling vortex, encircling Li Che.

A deep, solemn chant emerged, resonant as the voice of an ancient priest conducting a ritual upon a desolate frontier. He was summoning a powerful soul back from the depths of the Netherworld.

Rumble—

A torrent of death qi erupted.

A bone-chilling cold gripped his body, accompanied by the clatter of ghostly chains echoing nearby, massive iron links swinging violently across the gap between the mortal world and the beyond.

Before Li Che, space collapsed around the demon core, fracturing to reveal an impossibly dark abyss—the mouth of the Netherworld, bottomless and terrifying.

The view beyond that darkness was hidden, a void with no discernible end.

The frenzied black chains snapped asunder, signaling the release of some ancient, terrifying power. A storm of soul energy swept outward, reanimating and condensing the long-extinguished demonic essence.

The sheer discharge of this soul power distorted the air, causing the entire city to tremble violently.

Roar—

A massive bull's head lunged through the dimensional fracture, wrapped in tangled black threads, roaring with a desperate, primal hunger for life.

Boom—

When the Black Bull Demon God Venerable fully emerged from the Netherworld, his copper-bell eyes betrayed a flicker of confusion.

Finally, he locked eyes on Li Che, who stood masked as the Divine Monkey, and his expression shifted into something truly complex.

"Old Bull, greets the Lord!"

The Big Black Bull shifted into his human form, his stature towering like a mountain, and performed a deep, fist-and-palm salute, his gaze burning with fervor.

The Demon Race has always bowed to raw power. Li Che had slain him and then pulled him back from the Netherworld; such mastery was supreme, and even if Li Che’s current cultivation seemed humble, he remained an individual the Big Black Bull felt compelled to respect.

His submission was given without a hint of hesitation.

Li Che favored him with a satisfied smile. He did not immediately force the Black Bull into the order of the Ten Vicious Ink Splashes, even though he had long reserved a place for him among them.