As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1860 - 480: The Fall of the Ghost Emperor—True Incineration, Soul Capturing Erupts After the Night of Slaughter [Monthly Ticket Requested]...

"I’m burnt out, truly burnt out..."

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Boom—!!!

Suddenly flung wide open, the gates of Qi Tian Outer City could no longer halt the throng of mortal martial artists and cultivators roused by the Earthly Ghost Emperor.

Qi-blood erupted wildly, divinity weaving into shapes, as they madly surged from Qi Tian City, resembling a shattered Tianhe with torrents endlessly pouring out.

Covered in blood, numerous martial artists sensed relief after surviving disaster; having battled their way free from Qi Tian City at this instant, hindsight and confusion washed over them too.

Yet quickly, they regained their senses, all whipping their heads around to gaze back.

There stood the Earthly Ghost Emperor, akin to a solar god encircled by four blazing Vast Suns, hovering mid-air above the Qi Tian Inner City tower, barring the way.

"Martial Immortal Ghost Emperor..."

Great Grandmasters and Martial Saints drenched in blood wore intricate expressions, while countless martial artists stirred deeply, tears streaming hot down their faces!

Without the Earthly Ghost Emperor, whose presence yearned to perish alongside the Deceitful Gods Camp's powerhouses, they might never have mustered the guts to revolt and would have faced extermination by Qi Tian City's forces!

After all, the All Gods Camp boasted far too many elites.

Dozens of Two Calamities Divine Tribulation Venerables and One Disaster God Tribulation Great Cultivators gathered in Qi Tian City, forming an unmatched assembly.

At first, everyone believed these powerhouses would unite to govern Qi Tian City, awakening this dormant ancient metropolis after five centuries, turning it into a haven for all martial artists and cultivators.

Yet unforeseen was the Deceitful Gods' command to massacre.

Wiping away scalding tears, many martial artists cast a profound glance before fleeing, abandoning Qi Tian City in haste.

They had once revered the pilgrimage to the city, yet truly idolized that unparalleled martial artist who ascended to Martial Immortal right before its gates!

Qi Tian City.

A torrent of blood rain descended, massive bean-sized crimson droplets drumming against black roof tiles and azure brick walls, draping the ancient city in an air of tragedy and grief.

Fang Hanshu's scholar robe billowed, starlight flowing from his brow, Dao Yun brimming, his presence overwhelmingly powerful.

Head held aloft, he stared toward Qi Tian Inner City, where a lone figure sat cross-legged amid the bloody downpour, four Vast Sun wheels spinning, qi-blood thundering and roiling.

None other than the Earthly Ghost Emperor, solitary sentinel before Qi Tian Inner City.

From within Qi Tian Inner City, formidable auras exploded outward, horrifying supreme might like a bursting dam, raging and clashing, yet scattering into nothingness near the Earthly Ghost Emperor.

Meanwhile, the All Gods Camp's powerhouses had withdrawn deep into the Inner City long ago.

Once dubbed the Nine Venerables of Two Calamities, now merely five survived, with four slain!

Even the Second Calamity Three Tribulation Venerable who clashed with Fang Hanshu had scrambled into the Inner City, the demise of Black Sumeru's Angry Buddha Vajra shaking them profoundly.

Rumble—

Supreme auras churned without cease, dense enigmatic mists billowing from the Inner City walls like a veil, severing Qi Tian Inner and Outer City.

Faintly, three figures emerged, their mere existences unleashing ocean-like boundless pressure, eyes piercing coldly from above.

These were the three Supremes of the Deceitful Gods Camp!

From inside the Inner Mysterious Que, they anchored Qi Tian Inner City across the expanse, now seizing the Inner City and sealing off return to Qi Tian.

Jialou Supreme of Black Sumeru, Supreme Xuanzhen of Dark Heavenly Court, and Sky Wolf Supreme of Deceit Demon Cave!

Just their emitted auras alone crushed like collapsing skies, intent on wiping out all existence.

Fang Hanshu drew a deep breath, then released it gradually.

Although he had boosted his cultivation to the Second Disaster Third Tribulation Realm via near-perfect ancestral inheritance, a subtle chasm still separated him from Supreme realm.

One year... just one year... could he master the ancestral legacy flawlessly and ascend to Supreme?

Fang Hanshu's gaze flickered; at his zenith, Equal Heaven Temple Master Fang Xinyuan reigned as a Three Disasters Three Tribulations Perfect Level Supreme, but battle wounds from vying for Prison Lotus and Qi Tian diminished his realm, leading him to meditate endlessly in Qi Tian City, on the verge of falling from Supreme, until he finally yielded, transforming into the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King.

Fully absorbing the legacy might prove tough for Fang Hanshu to reclaim his ancestor's prime strength...

Yet...

Fang Hanshu remained undaunted, for he understood—hope lingered for him still!

Currently, he had achieved Soul Capturing status, and by devouring the powers of other Soul Capturings, he could swiftly advance through breakthroughs.

Through standard cultivation methods, attaining the level of his ancestor was exceedingly tough, but circumstances might have shifted now.

Tumultuous waves churned in Fang Hanshu’s heart, his gaze locking onto the Earthly Ghost Emperor, his master Li Che.

His fist gradually tightened into a grip.

Li Che, in this instant, detected Fang Hanshu’s inner thoughts but paid them no heed.

Qi Tian Outer City was largely subdued, forcing the Deceitful Gods Camp’s powerhouses to withdraw into Qi Tian Inner City, or face annihilation like the four slain Two Calamities Venerables—their blood, flesh, and lingering souls consumed by Fengdu.

Sizzle—

Blazing aura warped and twisted; the Earthly Ghost Emperor positioned before Qi Tian Inner City saw his auras plunge uncontrollably.

"He’s about to burn out!"

Inside Qi Tian Inner City.

Sky Wolf Supreme gradually unveiled his Sky Wolf vertical pupil, radiating a horrifying gleam that shredded the enigmatic Deceitful Gods fog, striking at Li Che like a keen edge.

Li Che sat in lotus position beneath the golden skull, golden flames fiercely burning in his eyes.