As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1983 - 507: Mastering Death—Li Che as Lord of Netherworld, Suppressing the Divine Body with the Martial Immortal Golden Body [Monthly Ticket Request]
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Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Scarlet beams weave across the sky, reflecting through countless leaden clouds.
The Temple God’s revival, the expansion of the Strange Que, the human world enters a tumultuous era, losing some of its tranquility, gaining chaos.
Li Che stands atop the tower of Golden Light Prefecture, his jet-black hair wildly dancing, donning the cute Bull Mask, transforming into the Bull Demon.
When slaying enemies, he prefers to act as the Bull Demon.
The Mysterious Fog churns incessantly, like tentacles boring into the wall, as if attempting to invade the city, to utterly gobble up Golden Light Prefecture City.
Golden Light Prefecture City is now empty.
Even the former Divine Sect Branch Mountain Gate has long been vacated, with no one daring to remain.
After all, the Mysterious Temple is undergoing a shocking transformation, and once swallowed by the Strange Que, no one knows what might happen.
Therefore, when Li Che directed Nan Lihuo, Feng Zhiqi, and others to relocate the citizens and cultivators of the Golden Light Prefecture city, surprisingly, they encountered little resistance.
Faced with life and death, everyone’s goals and awareness were clear.
Even some Noble Families readily chose to move, without a hint of nostalgia, thus the once bustling city is now suddenly empty and silent.
Xi Xi previously expelled those cultivators of All Gods Camp, but in hindsight, it seems somewhat redundant.
However, sometimes developments exceed human expectations.
Who would have guessed the Third Prince’s Mysterious Temple Four Imperial Transformation into Three Pure Ones would choose to devour even Golden Light Prefecture City?
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The fierce winds roar continuously.
Beside Li Che, the Supremes Fang Hanshu, Xuanzhen, and Jia Lou stand tall, all wearing masks of the Underworld’s champions.
Additionally, the peerless fierce beasts Sea Flipping Nine Infants, and Burning Void Evil Huo Dou, of Supreme level!
Amongst the city, their forms emerge, as if in the endless Mysterious Fog, casting reflections of wild, grim figures.
Besieging deities, overwhelming victory!
If you can gang up, why go one-on-one?
Li Che never cares about martial ethics.
Moreover, facing a deity head-on, even a newly awakened deity, must be all-out.
In fact, Li Che is still going one-on-one.
After all, these Soul Capturing figures...
Are not human, merely forces Li Che commands!
Li Che still faces the deity singlehandedly!
Li Che’s body suddenly lunges forward, the next moment, as if plunging directly from the city.
Tearing through the Mysterious Fog, crashing into it.
The Supremes like Fang Hanshu swiftly follow.
Buzz—
An apparent space force vibration, like white chess pieces swirling in midair, shining momentarily, Li Che and the others vanish without a trace.
Ancestor Dragon Island!
The island sits amidst Nine Dragons River, where the river’s waters never calm, seemingly fallen into a state of boiling, roaring endlessly, crashing against the island, constantly exploding and splashing water!
Stone Mountain towers, its bloodstains long dried, washed clean by rainwater, as if siphoned off by an ominous presence within the mountain belly.
The Young Dragon Emperor sits within Stone Mountain’s belly, where it appears to form a world of its own, its space vast, countless seawater churns within.
The Dragon Palace has long become a ruin, and the Dragon Coffin where the Young Dragon Emperor once sat is shattered.
The Young Dragon Emperor now can only sit alone inside, an expression of gloom and coldness, a deity-level aura incessantly pouring out, full of oppression and constraint.
Ancestor Dragon Island’s unique environment creates an effect similar to Qitian Outer City, able to shield the power of Heaven and Earth Will, yet cannot completely shield it, only sustaining the strength of Second Calamity and Third Tribulation.
The Young Dragon Emperor now feels confined within Stone Mountain of Ancestor Dragon Island.
He cannot leave the island, cannot leave Stone Mountain, once departed, bound by Heaven and Earth Will’s targeting.
Only when the Third Prince Temple God revives, drawing Heaven and Earth Will’s attention, can the Young Dragon Emperor break free from Stone Mountain, to plunge into the range of the Third Prince’s Mysterious Temple Strange Que, moving on to the Endless Mysterious Que, achieving freedom.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The seawater within Stone Mountain boils fiercely, bubbling incessantly.
Suddenly.
The Young Dragon Emperor opens his eyes.
Their golden vertical pupils burst with resplendent brilliance, like gold-plating.
From the ruined Dragon Palace, his eyes open wide, staring at the seawater before him, and among its surging, one black chess piece after another sinks, as though tossed by someone from the sea surface, rolling, spiraling downward.
One, two, three...
The number of those black chess pieces is truly impressive.
They densely float within the seawater, crisscrossing and weaving, cracks on Stone Mountain interweave, channeling light from heaven and earth, illuminating brilliantly, colorful and resplendent, as if like a starry sky in seawater.
The Young Dragon Emperor’s azure blue hair flares up, swaying like water plants, watching intently those black chess pieces tossed down like stones in Jingwei Ploughing the Sea.
Suddenly.
In the Young Dragon Emperor’s eyes, those black chess pieces inflate and distort, repelling seawater, forming waves crashing all around.
Then, transforming into one after another, wrapped in black robes, Soul Capturing figures.
Figures, all wear masks, emitting woven Divine Tribulation aura, eyes under masks, cold and high above, looking at the Young Dragon Emperor seated within the Dragon Palace ruins.
Seawater violently explodes, the scorching Qi-Blood dances like Divine Dragon, like Demon Elephant, as if long knives slice the seawater, revealing a vacuum area.
