As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1784: 463: A Finger-Counting Divination Reveals the Underworld Needs a Scholar; A 3-on-5 Advantage for Me, Li Che [Monthly Ticket Request]...

Capítulo 1784: Chapter 463: A Finger-Counting Divination Reveals the Underworld Needs a Scholar; A 3-on-5 Advantage for Me, Li Che [Monthly Ticket Request]

Nevertheless, at this juncture, Li Che found it necessary to lean on the Big Black Bull.

After all, the circumstances unfolding within the Qi Tian Mysterious Temple remained dire indeed!

With five fingers curling around the Heart-following Gold Iron Divine Rod, the Big Black Bull hoisted the Sea-crossing Purple Gold Beam high into the air, and as Li Che directed his intent, he tightened his grip.

Within the depths of Mo City Fengdu, only a torrential deluge persisted.

The golden, fluid-like form of Li Che and the hulking Big Black Bull, saturated with ominous demonic energy, abruptly vanished.

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Rumble!

The entirety of the Qi Tian Inner City shuddered incessantly!

High above, mysterious mists churned as dark clouds swallowed the heavens, conjuring an apocalyptic tableau that struck terror into the hearts of all cultivators residing within the Qi Tian Inner City.

A formidable, crushing pressure descended periodically from fissures in the fog—an absolute force that permitted no resistance whatsoever!

Supreme Pressure!

The grand strategies employed by various factions to contain the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King—an entity born from the original ancestor of the Qi Tian Temple—suddenly erupted into a Three Calamities Divine Tribulation Supreme Battle!

Crack crack!

Scores of intertwined lightning bolts coalesced into a savage thunderstorm, and even the space surrounding the Strange Que seemed to tremble under the strain of these clashing supreme qi manifestations.

And deep within the heart of the Qi Tian Inner City, at the threshold of the newly opened Qi Tian Temple, intense beams of calamity surged outward, seemingly intent on shattering the mysterious vapors.

These were the manifestations of Second Calamity Divine Tribulation Venerables from various sects breaching the city.

While the Black Bull Demon God Venerable of the demon clan had been intercepted by forces from the Underworld, numerous other Second Calamity Divine Tribulation Venerables remained, including the Chan Wen Ascetic Monk of the Western Regions Buddha Land, the Dajing Emperor Lu Wenchang, and Zhang Wuji of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect.

Five Second Calamity Realm Venerables were now united, and their combined lethality was truly formidable.

Yet, standing firm before the temple entrance was but a single man: Fang Hanshu.

His scholar’s robes billowed and his elegant whiskers fluttered as his Hao Ran Zheng Qi condensed into a Vast Spear, which vibrated with intense resolve.

Though his complexion resembled parched parchment, Fang Hanshu unleashed his spear like a lunging dragon. His vast qi raged outward, interweaving like thick fabric, manifesting as sharp sword qi and crashing waves.

He was pushing himself to the brink to repel the combined assaults of the five Second Calamity Venerables.

Spurt!

Fang Hanshu’s frame shuddered, and he expelled a spray of crimson blood that stained his whiskers.

Gripping his spear tightly, he cast a cold glare toward the ascetics.

"Borrowing the Heaven and Earth’s Power bestowed by the Chief Supervisor harmonizes quite well with your Hao Ran Zheng Qi, enabling you to mirror the strength of the Second Calamity despite being only at the First Calamity Divine Tribulation level," the monk remarked. "However, this is not truly your own power. Facing five foes alone, you have clearly exhausted your reserves."

The ascetic monk was wreathed in golden flames, and the wings of the Golden Cicada behind him rippled rapidly, spawning countless afterimages.

"I shall retrieve the corpse of the Fighting Buddha for the Western Regions Buddha Land today; it is only proper that the Buddha returns to his sanctity."

The monk clenched his hand, manifesting a crimson monk stick that struck forward with terrifying momentum.

Fang Hanshu’s spear quivered, coiling like a white python to parry, causing the space around them to rupture into volatile oscillations.

However, Dajing Emperor Lu Wenchang, Zhang Wuji, and the other powerhouses did not hesitate; they continued their assault.

When opportunities for profit are at stake, individual honor is meaningless; clearing the path forward is the only priority.

Boom!

The monk’s staff jabbed forward, fracturing the very void, while the cicada patterns in his pupils flared with life. Across the battlefield, Dajing Emperor Lu Wenchang was enveloped in the golden radiance of imperial destiny, his long blade hacking through the air.

Since they could not bypass Fang Hanshu to examine the stone coffin within the temple—to see if the Great Saint’s corpse truly lay inside—their solution was simple: Death to the guardian, then a scramble for the spoils.

Zhang Wuji sighed, flicked his horsetail whisk, and a massive, burning Pill Furnace manifested, hurtling toward Fang Hanshu.

Though deathly pale and appearing to have burnt through his very life essence, Fang Hanshu swung his Hao Ran Spear with a brilliant white radiance, cleaving the void and knocking the furnace flames aside.

Yet, Zhang Wuji immediately followed up, revealing a Silver Orb from his palm. It sparkled with a dazzling, mirror-like intensity and hurtled forward with a boom, spinning with lethal divinity.

Fang Hanshu’s expression tightened; the sophistication of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect’s techniques defied his expectations, yet he refused to yield.

He exhaled a long breath, his whiskers whipping in the gale, and drove his spear into the orb.

Thud!

The impact felt as if the very world had been violently shaken, sending ripples across the atmosphere. Fang Hanshu vomited more blood, the flesh on his arms nearly tearing apart, his body trembling violently from overexertion.

Nevertheless, a newfound light burned in his eyes. The depth of his conviction caused the Hao Ran aura behind him to expand, drawing even more power from Heaven and Earth. His aura continued to rise, defiant and unyielding.

The ancestral mandate of the Fang family, once dedicated to defending the temple, had evolved under Fang Hanshu; the ancient clan was no longer the guardians they once were, but defenders of an even greater resolve.