As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1863 - 481: Prefer Quality Over Quantity—Soul Capturing Feast Carnival, Dao Fruit Molts, Heaven and Earth Hong Meng, Primordial Nine Tribulations [Monthly Ticket Requested]...

Mo City, Fengdu.

Within Li Che’s mind, a slow convergence of countless black mists occurred, gradually coalescing into his true physical form.

The entity remaining in the restaurant was merely an avatar, the 'Fairy in the Painting'.

Similarly, the Earthly Ghost Emperor, now a desolate figure before the gates of Qi Tian Inner City, was also the 'Fairy in the Painting' avatar. Even as an avatar, with Li Che’s current Dao Fruit, the [Chess Saint], combined with the [Fairy in the Painting] Dao Fruit...

Should any formidable individual from the All Gods Camp within Qi Tian Inner City dare to reveal themselves, Li Che would instantly make them comprehend the true meaning of retribution! The absolute incineration that awaited them!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh——

Fierce winds howled without end, surging with violent intensity, as if emanating from the depths of the Yellow Springs Jiuyou. An icy blast carried waves of despair that pierced the very heart.

Time and space themselves appeared to freeze solid within the confines of Mo City.

In Mo City, raindrops, as small as beans, plummeted rapidly from the heavens. Upon striking the ground, they exploded, stirring up torrents of swirling black mist!

A thick, pungent stench of blood permeated the entirety of Mo City. The ground was littered with high piles of shattered flesh and blood, disjointed bones, and fractured armor...

These were the remnants of numerous powerful individuals, the gruesome testament to Li Che's unrestrained slaughter throughout the night.

Soul Capturing was not an ability achieved effortlessly. Initially, the Immaculate Heart Taoist Fruit was quite weak; performing Soul Capturing required physical contact with the opponent's remains. However, as the Immaculate Heart Taoist Fruit matured and ascended in rank, Soul Capturing could be executed by simply targeting the body from a distance...

Eventually, even a mere fragment of a shattered corpse was sufficient to complete Soul Capturing.

The gruesome spectacle intensified, a bloody mist clouding all vision...

This blood mist constantly shifted and reformed, at times morphing into demonic souls, or human faces contorted with discontent, venomous resentment, and raw anger... various emotions interweaving and flowing.

Li Che calmly surveyed his surroundings, entirely unaffected by these turbulent emotions. Anger was a natural consequence, discontent understandable; after all, these were unexpected and violent ends.

The formidable figures from the Deceitful Gods Camp... they truly treated cultivators of the human world as less than human.

By sealing the gates of Qi Tian City, their intention was to annihilate all cultivators within its walls, painting the city crimson to signify their absolute dominion.

"Cultivators who reside within the Deceitful Gods’ domain for extended periods seem to gradually shed their humanity. Upon joining the All Gods Camp, they become utterly devoid of empathy for the cultivators of the human world, adopting an air of aloofness and disdain..."

"It is as if they no longer perceive themselves as belonging to the same race, believing they have ascended to divinity, becoming divine and emotionless beings, thus learning to be cold and unfeeling."

Li Che lightly shook his head.

The more he engaged with them, the more he perceived the stark divergence between the Deceitful Gods’ domain beyond the Mysterious Fog and the human world, like two fundamentally different realities colliding.

The human world was clearly the inferior realm, appearing to be under the insidious erosion of mythological influence.

The heavy stench of blood swirled into a sanguine mist, obscuring the view as Li Che gazed with indifference.

The ground was a tapestry of mangled corpses, and it was easy to foresee that this night would yield an immense bounty from Soul Capturing, with as many as five Second Calamity Venerables from the Deceitful Gods Camp falling to his might.

Furthermore, there were numerous cultivators of the First Calamity Divine Tribulation, more than ten of whom met their end by his hand, their remains now collected by him.

One could easily say this constituted an unparalleled and magnificent harvest!

Tonight, he had truly engaged in a rampant killing spree, bordering on madness; it would be no exaggeration to state he was utterly consumed by the act...

The Martial Immortal Golden Body radiated a brilliant luminescence, its battle intent overwhelming, fully showcasing the might of the Martial Arts Immortal in combat.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh——

The relentless wind swept across the devastated landscape. The ground of Mo City Fengdu was blanketed in a hazy blood mist, which churned and shifted with the persistent gusts.

Li Che gently closed his eyes.

Thump thump thump——

Within his chest, his heart pounded with violent intensity, like thunder roaring and exploding, akin to a summer tempest unleashed, utterly beyond his control!

In the subsequent moment, Li Che abruptly opened his eyes, his gaze profound and dark, resembling two ink-black whirlpools poised to engulf everything.

Confronted by the blood-drenched ground, scattered among which were the remains of Second Calamity Three Tribulations Venerables and First Calamity Divine Tribulations, Li Che viewed them all with equal disregard.

Boom——

A sudden transformation seized Li Che’s form, his body elongating and strengthening, his golden qi and blood manifesting like a thick, pervasive mist. This potent essence billowed forth from the thirty-six thousand pores of his being, enfolding his immaculate physique in a radiant, golden aura akin to a divine serpent!

His imposing presence swelled, evoking the majesty of a god or the dread of a demon!

A low, resonant hum permeated the very fabric of existence, as if echoing from the depths of the Netherworld itself!

The entirety of Mo City appeared to freeze in place, held in stasis!

"Oh soul..."

"Return!"

The command for the soul's capture echoed – return to its rightful place!

A profound voice, like that of a supreme entity residing in the Netherworld, opened its eyes of reincarnation. Its gaze, a swirling vortex of power, pierced through the heavens as if it were a sharpened blade slicing through the firmament!

Rattle rattle——

The moment the words were spoken, the chilling clang of chains reverberated, each link stretching across the expanse of the sky, appearing to rend and shatter the very fabric of space.

Above Mo City Fengdu, where heaps of blood and flesh lay scattered, a sudden void materialized. It was like an immense, profound black hole, its roar continuous and its vastness seemingly without limit!

It seemed to forge a connection to another, silent and icy realm concealed within!

Rattle rattle——

From the gaping maw of the black hole, an unending cascade of chains unfurled, writhing and dancing ferociously between earth and sky. They appeared to ensnare numerous bewildered figures, one after another.

A dense, dark mist seeped from the fractured void, slowly coalescing to outline spectral forms, one by one.

Rumble——

Even the void itself seemed to buckle under an immense pressure. An unparalleled will emanated from the encroaching black mist, as if transmitted from the farthest reaches of the Netherworld, sending shivers of profound dread down every spine.