As a Father, I Just Want to Watch You Achieve Immortality Chapter 1643: How Many Experts Does the Underworld Have? If We Can’t Defeat Qian Yuan, We’ll Challenge the Heavenly Pill Divine Sect
Previously on As a Father, I Just Want to Watch You Achieve Immortality...
Rumble——!
Crack crack!
The sky and land appeared to quiver, jolted by the arrival of just one individual!
Countless spirits of the departed seemed to have their sentiments ignited all at once, dredging up recollections from before their demise, desperately holding onto the splendor of existence they'd forfeited.
Wails, shrieks, bellows, and frenzied charges erupted from them...
Sounds of innumerable lost souls echoed through the heavens, resembling the unleashing of a gateway that restrained myriad vengeful spirits alongside the dark Fengdu Gate, pouring out as a silhouette emerged unhurriedly.
A fearsome tribulation energy, an eerie and unusual might, lingered amid the skies and ground, stirring up what felt like the wrath of the Heaven and Earth Will, a clash originating from beyond this realm.
Underworld... Ghost Emperor!
Every gaze inevitably locked onto this form wrapped in violet fires, devoid of meat and bone, hide, locks, reduced to merely a gleaming cranium.
It seized the attention of all, turning into the center of every stare the instant it materialized!
Underworld... a fresh entity!
A superior existence surpassing the Underworld Yama!
Right then, shock rippled not just through the imperial forces' ranks, but even among the powerhouses in Qianyuan Dao City shielded by the Underworld, blending into... reverence!
Indeed, reverence!
Even mighty ones like Feng Zhiqi and Hong Shifu, such formidable presences, found themselves both stunned and reverent.
For the Underworld's might and enigma were plain for everyone to see.
Be it in Qianyuan Dao City or the Divine Capital, it stood as a baffling force commanding dreadful authority.
And now, it appeared the Underworld's leaders had finally surfaced...
No, better to say... one had arisen!
An entity poised to upend the human realm's skies and terrain simply by existing!
A presence that, without lifting a finger, just by emanating its commonplace aura, could alter the heavens' hue and rattle the world's core!
Lv Qiankun positioned himself in front of the Qiankun Small Cave Heaven, his eyes narrowing faintly.
A chill of alarm surged within his chest.
As a Divine Tribulation Cultivator at the One Calamity and Two Tribulations Realm, he adhered to the purest divine cultivation techniques.
He tread the route of the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations, whereas the Dragon God Lineage pursued the Ancestor Dragon Tribulation path, which might not show as clearly.
Yet Lv Qiankun sensed distinctly that the mere stance of this Underworld Ghost Emperor made the Power of Disaster quiver and dread it...
Yes, dread—it was a sort of... resonance from facing a superior tribulation force.
Similar to how White Netherworld Tribulation Fire might react to the Netherworld Fire of the Three Calamities Tribulation...
A gap in the tier of the Power of Disaster!
What sort of tribulation does the Underworld... command?!
Lv Qiankun's strands rose a bit; since advancing to the Divine Tribulation Realm and surviving the First Disaster Second Tribulation, such dread had rarely gripped him.
It resembled the terror a simple mortal experiences glimpsing a specter...
Even during the Old Dragon God's fierce assault on the Qiankun Space and their clash, he sensed only mild disadvantage, not this level of horror, for Lv Qiankun believed that at full strength, he could hold the Old Dragon God at bay.
However, the tribulation power commanded by the Underworld Ghost Emperor lay outside his grasp.
It represented a tribulation energy entirely unfamiliar to him.
And Lv Qiankun wasn't the only one utterly stunned; Fang Hanshu reeled too, his eyes contracting, his scholarly garb taut like forged metal.
Fang Hanshu served not just as the Great Elder of the Qian Yuan Divine Sect, but also as a God Hunter Killer from the Hunting God Pavilion...
Gazing at those violet blazes roaring, the golden skull manifesting as though vomited forth, stirring an innate dread of the Underworld Ghost Emperor, an immense weight abruptly bore down on Fang Hanshu.
"Underworld... Underworld... Is it the human world’s Underworld... or the Strange Que’s Underworld?!"
Fang Hanshu's breaths grew ragged suddenly, his cheeks burning red.
An intense fascination drew him deeper into thoughts of the Underworld.
Within Qianyuan Dao City.
Li Qingshan's verdant robe billowed as he lingered near Nurse Momo, who appeared far healthier after consuming a Flat Peach, her qi-blood surging stronger.
Equally stunned.
Gaping in silence.
Underworld... Ghost Emperor?!
Did the Underworld harbor other rulers?!
How many powerhouses does our Underworld hold?
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The Primordial Dragon Elephant Flame raged ceaselessly overhead, warping the atmosphere, devouring the emptiness.
The golden skull's stare roamed over the mortal realm, imposing a profound sense of suppression.
This marked the Underworld Ghost Emperor's debut in the open.
It served too to display the Underworld's prowess to every corner of the human world, alerting all factions that the Underworld boasted more than Yama alone—there existed a Ghost Emperor as well, and perhaps even mightier figures beyond the Ghost Emperor...
You speculate!
Much like assuming Yama as the pinnacle, only for a Ghost Emperor to burst forth.
With the Underworld's ceiling turning unfathomable, it sparked a baseless reverence toward the Underworld.
The gateway parted, and Li Che sensed the Heaven and Earth Will thrum too, a touch of surprise stirring in his core, though at that instant, his golden skull betrayed none of that wonder.
The golden skull acted like a facade, yet unlike prior masks that hid, this one unveiled.
Toward the realm's apathy, it resembled a bare skull confronting the harsh world sans any visage.
In this existence, save for his daughter and spouse, nothing etched into Li Che's profound essence, as Li Che perpetually sensed his disconnection from this plane.
Thus, he harbored no attachment to this world.