As a Father, I Just Want to Watch You Achieve Immortality Chapter 1568: Swallowing All Dragon Energy, Three Successive Evolutions of the Ten Thousand Demon Emperor, Old Dragon God Arrives from the East But Sees No Dragon Sons or...
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Lifting his gaze, a sudden sense of impending doom saturated his consciousness.
Across the battlefield, the three Dragon Sons were far from idle spectators.
Yet, just as they united to manifest a powerful Combined Skill, a figure tore through the air and pulverized the technique before it could fully take shape!
It was the Dominator Avatar of Mo City!
A crimson staff, wreathed in roaring flames, swung out with violent force, discharging a boundless torrent of blazing Qi-Blood!
The Divine Monkey!
The Underworld Divine Monkey!
Boom——!!!
Like a soaring dragon, the staff thrust forward, impaling the Half-step Dragon God phantom conjured by the three Dragon Sons.
With a sharp flick of the wrist, a multitude of staff shadows ascended, weaving through the heavens and seemingly blanketing the entire firmament!
A single strike...
Shattering the Southern Heaven!
Boom——!!!
The three figures were sent hurtling backward with agonizing shrieks, their Combined Skill forcibly unraveled as Dragon Blood sprayed violently, erupting in a continuous crimson mist!
The Dragon God Crown Prince’s scales flared open, radiating intense heat. As the sounds of lamentation reached his ears, his heart plummeted into an abyss of despair.
It was over...
He looked up.
There stood the Bull Demon, who had just traded blows with him. Unharmed and relentless, the demon raised his fist once more, surrounded by a blinding radiance that caused the very void to ripple!
His spine, flickering like a dragon, ignited with one glorious flash after another!
The terrifying, boiling Qi-Blood surged and thundered throughout the world!
Crack-snap——
Mo-colored rain lashed against the Dragon God Crown Prince’s face—cold, biting, and filled with hopelessness...
Enduring such monstrous Qi-Blood, how could he possibly avoid being blown to pieces?
Is this creature even...
Human?!
...
...
On the banks of the Grand Canal.
The imperial army’s encampment resembled a scattering of white blossoms amidst the descending snow.
The tent flap was drawn back, and a pale Xie Yushen emerged, walking with slow, deliberate steps.
Grandmaster Huang Mei followed silently at his side, palms pressed together in prayer.
Accompanying Xie Yushen was another figure: Gu Cheng, the Sect Master of the Bashu Sword Pavilion and a top-tier Great God.
Because his swordsmanship was categorized as a Divine Method rather than the Martial Path, Gu Cheng held a place on the Great God List despite not being ranked within the Heavenly Gate.
Perhaps motivated by Zhao Beidou’s efforts to curry favor with Xie Yushen and secure advantages for his own disciples, Gu Qianchi had commanded Gu Cheng, the sect’s leader, to personally serve as Xie Yushen’s guardian.
Buzz buzz——
The air suddenly warped as two figures tore through the blizzard, descending from above.
They were Gu Qianchi and Zhao Beidou. Although Zhao Beidou’s complexion appeared flushed, he was actually suffering from severe internal injuries.
The duo hovered in mid-air, the snowstorm parting around them as they stared toward the horizon where the Grand Canal met the sky.
In the distance, they spotted a terrifying line of rushing white water!
“He arrives.”
Gu Qianchi narrowed his eyes. His Heaven and Earth Soul trembled, and the Sword Qi within his body began to stir restlessly, nearly spiraling out of control.
Zhao Beidou took a sharp breath as well: “That Old Dragon... he is coming. It is said he has survived for three thousand years, nearly reaching the absolute peak of the Realm of One Disaster and Two Tribulations.”
“Every life-extending treasure in the East Sea Domain was devoured by him until none remained...”
“Regrettably, judging by his desperation to lead the Dragon God Clan onto the shore, it seems the Old Dragon cannot overcome the calamity of the Third Tribulation. Had he succeeded, he would have gained another thousand years of longevity.”
Gu Qianchi nodded in agreement: “To live for three thousand years is a remarkable feat. Others like them may live a millennium, but... in the end, they either perish under the weight of the calamity or fall while exploring the Strange Que...”
“The fact that this Old Dragon has endured for three thousand years is truly commendable.”
With a soft sigh, Gu Qianchi and Zhao Beidou—as Divine Tribulation experts—felt the profound helplessness that came with their realm.
“Masters, will you accompany me to greet the Old Dragon God?”
Xie Yushen offered a warm, polished smile.
“The arrival of the Old Dragon God will bolster our court’s strength in toppling mountains and crushing Sects... to an immeasurable degree!”
“The fall of Qian Yuan is imminent!”
Xie Yushen spoke with visible excitement, heaping praise upon the Old Dragon God.
The expressions of Gu Qianchi and Zhao Beidou darkened slightly. What was he implying? Did he believe the Old Dragon God’s appearance was the only thing that mattered? Did he think their own struggles as Divine Tribulation experts were insignificant?
Zhao Beidou let out a cold snort, remembering the heavy wounds he had sustained while battling the Underworld.
Sensing the tension his words had caused, Xie Yushen quickly offered a hasty apology.
Secretly, however, he was pleased.
By sowing seeds of friction among the three Divine Tribulation powerhouses and letting them find fault with one another, he was creating the perfect opening for his Lord to exploit!
Gu Qianchi remained silent, flicking his sleeve. A metallic chime echoed as the Flying Sword Cloud Stream was summoned beneath their feet. They whistled through the air, soaring over the Grand Canal and cutting through the surging waves.
After traveling approximately a hundred zhang across the churning waters, Gu Qianchi came to a halt. His ancient robes billowed in the wind, his lean face etched with sudden shock.
He saw it.
At the far edge of the Grand Canal, a colossal wall of water rose a hundred zhang into the air!
The thunderous roar of a Dragon’s Chant rolled across the landscape. On the Grand Canal, the river surged violently, massive waves reaching toward the heavens!
A savage and terrifying aura ascended rapidly, sweeping toward the firmament!
High above, dark clouds had long since gathered. Dreadful Tribulation clouds layered over one another as desolate thunder boomed. The suffocating pressure of an impending calamity descended, forcing all living things into a terrified silence!
Gu Qianchi and Zhao Beidou watched with rapt attention as a gargantuan dragon emerged from the boundless Vast Sea, dragging infinite seawater with it, bridging the gap between the earth and the sky!
Rumble——!!!