As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1798 - 466: Golden Eyes Open in the Stone Coffin, Qi Tian Resurrection—The Great Saint Returns

"But fortunately... it’s finally coming to an end."

Zhang Wuji showed no rush to flee, remaining stationed directly at the entrance.

"Though Qitian Inner City lies inside the Strange Que, that Strange Que stretches endlessly vast, with Qitian Inner City positioned at the border between Inner Mysterious Que and Earth Deceit Que... it drifts and submerges, rendering it impossible to track down."

"Thus, this activation of Qi Tian City presents a prime chance to pinpoint and fix the location of Qitian Inner City!"

Zhang Wuji clasped his hands behind his back, shaking his head softly.

His eyes shifted toward Qitian Temple.

"It’s over..."

"What difference does Qitian’s revival make?"

"The freshly awakened Qitian can’t alter the outcome; even more horrifying entities will arise to crush it."

"Prison Lotus... will be utterly extinguished and obliterated amid this Divine Tide’s rush!"

Zhang Wuji let out a sigh laden with profound feeling.

High above the celestial vault.

The Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, his body nearly splitting apart, hair whipping wildly, chains breaking behind him.

Confronting five Supreme Beings, the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King appeared to quiver faintly.

All of a sudden...

The Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King gradually rotated his head, casting a look at Qitian Temple behind him.

Within his once-turbulent eyes, a spark of clarity slowly surfaced.

"Teacher..."

"Disciple... has given everything."

In the instant that followed.

The Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King abruptly spun around!

Corpse Qi exploded fiercely, and along his spine, eight swirling hubs of mingled Death Qi and Corpse Qi burst open with a thunderous roar!

It bore an uncanny resemblance to the rupture of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians!

Following the blast of Death Qi and Corpse Qi...

Darkness rolled once more across the skies over Qitian Inner City!

The Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King rocketed upward!

Facing five alone!

Much like his silent vigil in Qitian Inner City for millennia, free of regrets.

Now, battling to utter destruction, reduced to dust and fragments.

Still devoid of regrets!

...

...

The faint orange glow of the streetlamp.

Softly bathed the narrow alley.

Ripples from Qitian Inner City reached the Outer City, shaking it violently.

Before a restaurant.

The owner pinched a cigarette between his fingers, tendrils of smoke curling upward unevenly...

Xi Xi perched on a stool, clutching a rice ball, grains clinging to her mouth, staring blankly at the image woven from the drifting smoke.

Within that vision...

The Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King soared dauntlessly skyward, clashing against five seemingly unbeatable foes.

"Boss... he’s going to die, right?"

An inexplicable sorrow flickered in Xi Xi’s gaze.

"Yes, he’ll perish, though he was already deceased... yet the end of body and soul isn’t true demise; total erasure from existence is the real death."

The owner drew on his cigarette, breathed out the smoke, and answered.

"Why go through with it?"

Xi Xi nibbled at her rice ball; despite its tastiness, her hunger vanished abruptly.

"Because... he’s a good kid."

The owner tapped ash from his cigarette, sorrow tinting his eyes.

"The bastard son of a family head, almost beaten to death by a legitimate heir. By chance, he found a firewood stick housing a sleeping monkey, who instructed him in cultivation, in building strength and toughness, in proper behavior, in defying the mighty..."

"They relied on one another through countless seasons."

"Eventually, the monkey passed away."

"The monkey shielded him his whole life; now it was time for him to shield the monkey."

"That was simply it."

"He instructed his descendants and offspring to guard the monkey... knowing they might stray from his wishes, he clung to life stubbornly... solely for this day, to defend."

"He fears death, plainly a kid terrified of pain."

"Time carving into him brings agony."

"Yet he’s merely a fine child, honoring his master and brave on the path."

The owner murmured gently.

Lord Dog emitted a whine, chin on its front paws, releasing a soft sigh.

The world is harsh, Lord Dog lamented.

Xi Xi, for no clear reason, sighed as well.

Unbidden thoughts flooded her mind.

Should the father who’s always shielded her one day perish, would she, like this Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, pour out all her strength to safeguard him?

Would she?

Xi Xi chomped fiercely into the rice ball!

Yes!

Emperor Xi Xi absolutely would!

...

...

Within Qitian Temple.

The inner realm sprawled infinitely wide.

Before the stone coffin, mighty auras clashed relentlessly, as though time itself halted right then.

Fallen utterly silent, rigidly immobilized.

Dajing’s Emperor, Lu Wenchang, wielded the Dragon Banner Spear to block the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, craning his neck to watch the stone coffin’s lid slide open...

His sight dropped within.

Yet Lu Wenchang’s face turned rigid in shock.

For...

Lu Wenchang locked eyes with a pair.

A pair of massive, golden, radiant eyes.

One mere look...

And Lu Wenchang sensed his mental will ripping free from his flesh, pulverized by some horrifying force!

"Ah——!!!"

A shrill cry erupted as Lu Wenchang vomited fresh blood.

Gripping his Dragon Banner Spear, he retreated in haste.

Thud thud thud.

Each step cracked the Qitian Temple floor in spiderweb patterns.

This harrowing wail...

Struck terror into all.

The Chan Wen Ascetic Monk, the female Guanyin, and the Wushen Mountain Priest—top powerhouses pinning down the Earthly Ghost Emperor—kept watch on the coffin too, and now chills raced up their spines!

Their eyes snapped to Lu Wenchang’s stumbling withdrawal.

They witnessed Dajing’s Emperor, his golden aura in shards, eyes burst open, blood streaming profusely, a massive tear across his brow.

His Heaven and Earth Soul crumbled bit by bit...

Hiss——

What a gruesome sight!

No time left to tangle with Li Che.

Lu Wenchang’s dire state revealed it all!

Something’s amiss with that stone coffin!

Or maybe...

Qitian Temple God...

Has genuinely awakened!

"Run!"

Rumble——

The Chan Wen Ascetic Monk, who’d yelled loudest before, stowed his Golden Bowl and bolted toward the Strange Temple’s exit.

The Earthly Ghost Emperor, Li Che, was abandoned.

Li Che clutched the Three-point double-edged knife, its edge quivering nonstop.

He glanced toward the stone coffin.

"Pa——!"

A shriveled hand, furred with monkey hair, smacked the coffin’s rim.

Crack——

The incredibly tough stone coffin, forged from some mysterious durable substance...

Whose lid had demanded Li Che’s utmost effort to shift.

Now fissured by a single strike.

Li Che’s eyes tightened.

Heaven and earth’s aura grew oppressively still, as if iced over!

An overwhelming pressure, a divine might beyond comprehension...

Majesticly unfurled.

Thud thud thud——

Heartbeats resounded.

Like war drums pounding, the pulsing rhythm hijacking every pulse...

On the verge of exploding under the accelerating drumbeats.

Li Che’s Immaculate Heart Dao Fruit quaked, his Seven-orifice Exquisite Heart released divine energy, letting him shake off the binds effortlessly.

Still, thrill gleamed in his eyes.

Lu Wenchang with gore-filled sockets, the Chan Wen Ascetic Monk who’d fled to the Strange Temple’s doorway, plus the female Guanyin and Wushen Mountain Priest...

All thrown into divine chaos.

"Run!"

Boom——!!!

Qitian Temple’s gate slammed shut!

A colossal blast whipped up a raging tempest.

Hurtling the three Second Calamity Divine Tribulation Venerables away.

Lu Wenchang’s eyes drowned in blood, blind; his Heaven and Earth Soul wrecked, perception gone...

Cut off from the world’s senses!

A mighty Second Calamity Divine Tribulation Venerable, severed from sensation.

How horrifying.

Abruptly...

From the stone coffin’s depths.

The Hun Yuan Ruyi Golden Cudgel shot out, stabbing through with a squelch...

Skewering Lu Wenchang’s chest.

Then, dragging his corpse, it smashed into the sealed Qitian Temple gate.

With a dull thump.

Lu Wenchang’s life force snapped, utterly deceased.

And in the stone coffin.

A bony, hairy monkey rose slowly, propping against the coffin, furry limbs draped over the edges, golden eyes mildly bewildered, first fixing on Li Che.

It cocked its head.

Then peered beyond the Strange Temple’s roof.

"Sigh..."

"Foolish disciple."