As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1799: 467: All the Divine Buddhas Are Like Grass Before My Eyes, Three Steps Out of the Temple—Peerless Great Sage Equalling Heaven
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Foolish disciple…
A soft sigh reverberated across the entire Qitian Temple, like an ancient god gazing down on the mortal realm, unleashing a sigh resembling an everlasting gale.
Propped against the stone coffin, arms matted with monkey fur, gaunt as twigs, hide and hair stretched tight over bones, resembling a weathered wooden sculpture—were it not for those dazzling golden eyes shimmering with intense glow and radiating fearsome godly might.
No soul would fathom that this skeletal monkey once reigned as the invincible Great Sage over immortals.
The sigh brimmed with profound melancholy, laced with the anguish and grief of fading years.
He appeared to glimpse beyond the Qitian Temple, the youth morphed into Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, severing life force, battling desperately to shield his master.
Within the Qitian Temple, drowned in infinite mourning and despair—who dares claim the stone monkey heartless? His burns fierce and blazing.
The withered elder monkey gradually shut his eyes, plunging into stillness, memories surging vividly before him.
As if reliving the moment the boy, harassed by the clan successor, sobbed alone in seclusion, and he stepped out from the treasure cudgel, softly caressing his head…
Alas, time cuts like a ruthless blade, mercilessly blotting out all those ancient visions.
Myriad millennia of solitary vigil—inconceivable how he survived them.
Imprisoned five centuries before, he teetered on madness…
The old monkey drew a sharp breath, eyes bursting open, endless sorrow twisting into frenzied, swirling killing aura!
The whole Qitian Temple iced over utterly in that instant.
Dajing Emperor Lu Wenchang suffered a heart-piercing strike from the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, spear-like, spiked to the Mysterious Temple's portal.
Blood gushed forth, endlessly trickling from his cadaver.
A Second Calamity Divine Tribulation Venerable who conquered two calamities via tribulation might—this colossal power crumbled effortlessly then, life severed, essence dispersed.
Even Heaven and Earth Soul lay in shards.
No shred of chance to resist.
The chasm, vast as the firmament!
Inside Qitian Temple…
A flood of profound terror crashed like waves, rampaging outward, body gripped by bone-chilling cold.
The countenances of the three leftover powerhouses revealed blatant dread.
Chan Wen Ascetic Monk, female Guanyin, and Wushen Mountain priest—their faces drained to pallid severity.
“Qitian… truly resurrected!”
Stormy billows roared in their hearts!
Chaos reigns, absolute pandemonium!
By logic, Qitian ought not revive now—the hour has yet to strike!
Prison Lotus Gods are slated to awaken at Divine Tide's finale, yet… Qitian shockingly rose ahead.
Risen from demise!
Foul play afoot, some hidden trigger hastened Qitian’s early return!
Should Qitian awaken prematurely…
What of fellow Prison Lotus Gods?!
That Eight-Armed Prison Lotus Third Crown Prince…
And Wonderous Way Manifest Saint Three-Eyed True Lord perched on Mei Mountain…
Entities who unleashed tempests in divine tide times and cowed deities of all factions—could they too stir early?
Circumstances verge on cataclysmic shift!
Li Che’s features scorched with Primordial Dragon Elephant Flame, eyes keen and vivid, spirit ablaze with thrill.
Qitian… Great Sage!
The legend etched in dual realms' myths—Li Che’s pulse thundered, seized by unrivaled fervor and awe this instant.
Qitian!
A moniker Li Che knew profoundly; from Golden Light Prefecture onward, it had churned his core.
Does this world's Qitian tie to his prior life's mythic counterpart?
Yet probing now won't do.
For Li Che keenly detected the upheavals beyond Qitian Temple!
Five Supremes, homing in via tribal Supreme Foundations, hurtling from Strange Que, now looming at Qitian Temple's verge, unleashing boundless menace, plotting to claim Qitian’s full remains!
Hungry for Qitian's legacy!
While Fang Family Ancestor, turned Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, defies life or death, solo clashing five Supremes!
Staking his being, through vitality and oblivion, to honor oath and fixation guarding Qitian!
Li Che abruptly fathomed why Fang Hanshu embraced martyrdom pursuing Fang Family Ancestor’s legacy.
Had to concede—truly worthy of respect.
“Ah, Little Fangzi…”
The elder monkey released another tender sigh, keenly perceiving his once-treasured disciple’s iron will and offering this day.
“Escape!”
Chan Wen Ascetic Monk, female Guanyin, and Wushen Mountain priest harbored but one urge then.
Namely, flight!
Freshly revived Qitian embodies divine-tier being.
Minimum Supreme might!
Far beyond these Second Calamity Divine Tribulation Venerables' reach!
Besides, Qitian of Prison Lotus Camp, once rending skies and lands, ranks elite among divine gods!
Facing such, not a hint of defiance stirs.
Bang Bang Bang—
Three titanic auras and forces detonated, cicada motifs on Chan Wen Ascetic Monk's back quaked, hurtling at the portal.