As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1786 - 464: Pushing Open the Coffin to See the Great Saint’s Remains, Personally Placing the Equal to Heaven’s Face on the Great Saint

Li Che escorted Fang Hanshu into the depths of Mo City Fengdu.

As the Sovereign of this domain, Li Che ensured it was the safest sanctuary available; it served as the most tranquil spot he could identify for Fang Hanshu to immerse himself in his books.

Presently, however, Mo City Fengdu lay in ruins, shattered beyond repair. With a fleeting thought, Li Che manifested a quiet pavilion for Fang Hanshu, creating a space where he could read in peace.

The bitter truth remained: Fang Hanshu was running out of time.

His choice to sacrifice himself for righteousness was absolute.

Li Che found himself powerless to intervene or save Fang Hanshu. Even for someone of his standing, confronting a Divine Tribulation Venerable at the second level of the Six Venerables’ Two Calamities was a task far beyond his reach.

Previously, Li Che had been forced to rely on desperate stratagems and underhanded tactics just to manage the Black Bull Demon God Venerable—a mere Second Calamity Divine Tribulation Venerable.

Engaging directly with experts of the Six Venerable Tribulation Realm would have jeopardized Li Che’s own survival.

Yet, the tides had shifted.

Often, a complete reversal of fortune stems from a single, calculated decision.

After Li Che depleted his core foundation to dispatch the Black Bull Demon God Venerable, followed by the success of his Soul Capturing and the metamorphosis of the Sea Flipping Nine Infants, he effectively gained the strength of two Second Calamity experts under his command.

Furthermore, the infusion of Martial Immortal Dao Essence triggered the evolution of three Divine Seeds into Immortal Seeds, resulting in another surge of explosive power!

The tactical situation was no longer so stifling.

Tragically, Li Che still could not rescue Fang Hanshu. Fang Hanshu had chosen to channel the Great Supervising Minister’s authority, borrowing the raw power of Heaven and Earth, but the price he paid was his very own life force.

Because of this, Li Che had questioned if the sacrifice was truly worth it.

Fang Hanshu, however, remained indifferent. Perhaps he held a secret belief that Li Che might eventually preserve his existence in some other form, but even if that proved impossible, he was prepared to accept his fate with serenity.

The ancestral mandate of the Fang clan was to defend Qitian; having fulfilled this duty without bringing shame to his forebears, Fang Hanshu was content.

Once he had bid his companion farewell, Li Che donned the Divine Monkey Mask and fixed his gaze upon the five powerful figures standing before him.

Their combined auras clashed and coiled, causing the air within Qitian Temple to churn violently. The temple itself was a marvel of design; once inside, the interior expanded into an impossibly vast domain.

The stone coffin rested in the center, appearing as lonely as it was monumental.

It felt as though it were anchored in the heart of a grand square, utterly isolated.

The atmosphere inside the temple felt eerily familiar to Li Che, echoing the spatial distortions he had once felt within the ninth layer of the Qintian Observatory while visiting the Capital Supervision Minister.

In that chamber, Li Che had experienced the same sensation of spatial dilation.

A room that appeared modest in size possessed the capacity to stretch into infinite, majestic proportions.

This was, in all likelihood, the manifestation of spatial essence.

"Underworld..."

Zhang Wuji released a faint sigh as his eyes locked onto the masked Divine Monkey.

He then cast a glance at the two terrifying, peerless beasts blocking their path—one a Demon Race Demon God Venerable, the other the most ferocious monstrosity he had ever witnessed.

Still, Zhang Wuji was puzzled by the behavior of the Black Bull Demon God Venerable.

How could a being who had ventured into the Underworld Fengdu emerge as an ally of the Underworld Divine Monkey? What pact had they struck within those shadowy walls?

A seed of unease took root in Zhang Wuji’s heart.

He lifted his gaze, allowing his Heaven and Earth Soul to drift outward, feeling the ruptures above Qitian Inner City as they slowly began to mend.

His heart grew heavy; every passing moment tipped the scales further against them.

Should the Temple Guardian Cursed Corpse King return, their only option would be retreat—otherwise...

Otherwise, they would surely perish.

A Temple Guardian Cursed Corpse King, sitting in the Three Calamities Supreme Realm, was a foe they simply could not overcome; they were fundamentally outclassed.

Boom—!!!

"Strike now!"

"Finish this quickly!"

Zhang Wuji clenched his hand, his divinity boiling over. A long, surging river of divine energy erupted from the Divine Shrine positioned behind him, flooding into the Silver Orb and launching a blistering assault toward Li Che.

"Black Bull Demon God Venerable! What is your intention? Even if you have truly brokered an alliance with the Underworld, by stalling like this, our Supreme foundation will fail to contain the Temple Guardian Cursed Corpse King; neither the Heavenly Corpse nor the Heavenly Divine Weapon will fall into our hands!"

Zhang Wuji bellowed into the chaos.

Simultaneously, the Chan Wen Ascetic Monk surged forward, his monk staff trembling violently. He wove a dense net of staff shadows, channeling the full potency of a Second Calamity expert.

In the God Realm, the gap between a Martial God and a Divine Tribulation isn't as vast as that between a Martial Saint and a Divine Fetus, as both rely on fine-tuned control of divine energy, making their styles seem similar at a glance.

However, the physical combat mastery of a Martial God, combined with their intricate martial arts, adds a far more lethal dimension!

The Ascetic Monk, a true Martial God, fought with ruthless efficiency—each strike of his staff held the force to shatter the earth.

Perhaps it was this very ferocity that ensured his selection to be sent to Qitian Temple in search of the opportunity.

Roar—!!!

All six heads of the Sea Flipping Nine Infants thrashed, launching a savage counter-attack against the Ascetic Monk and his storm of staff shadows.

The conflict escalated in an instant, their power tempered just enough to avoid obliterating the precious Heavenly Corpse.

Even with their caution, the destructive energy on display remained catastrophic.

As the five experts of the Second Calamity Realm unleashed their most powerful arts, the raw force of disaster and tribulation tore through the air, causing the very fabric of space to flutter and fray like tattered cloth.

Under normal circumstances, the space within a Strange Que ought to be significantly more resilient and stable than the Human World.