As a Father, I Just Want to Watch You Achieve Immortality Chapter 1700: Martial Immortal Mystical Art Destroys the 6 Desires Corpse God, Golden Cicada Appears—Equaling Heaven Monk Awaits You
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Li Che remained frozen to the spot, his thick black hair whipping around savagely.
His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, the immense golden Qi-Blood fully shrouding his whole form.
The black and white Yama Mask now hid his face once more, shifting his presence into an enigmatic and deep mystery.
Shattering the Yama Mask had been a ploy meant to rattle Ji Moli's thoughts, a bit of a sneaky trick.
With the ploy paying off, Li Che simply slipped the mask back into place.
Ji Moli's body lay on the ground, already sliced into fine particles like dust.
The Six Venerables Six Desires Corpse Gods had been blasted apart by Li Che as well, their grotesque and warped forms reduced to bloody smears scattered everywhere.
Hovering over the Six Desires Corpse Gods, six seals emerged—they were the Corpse God Seals!
Six in number altogether, they whirled rapidly, unleashing a astonishingly pure Six Desires Divinity, faintly woven with Buddha Light inside the seals.
Li Che's eyes locked onto the six Corpse God Seals, gradually sharpening in focus.He splayed his five fingers apart, as though they morphed into divine lances, lunging toward the Corpse God Seals.
These Corpse God Seals... carried the essence of an Evil Buddha.
Buzz—
Abruptly, an icy and piercing Buddha Light flared out, coiling around Li Che's hand like a striking venomous serpent.
But Li Che's reaching grab twisted in an instant, turning into a brutal downward smash, the shockwave booming as the six seals got knocked flying sideways right away.
Buzz buzz buzz buzz—
The six Corpse God Seals emitted a radiant glow, bit by bit, projecting and merging to form the outline of a monk.
Ethereal and hazy, yet those eyes seemed to bridge across eras and realms, staring straight at Li Che, spotting the Yama Mask over his features, almost as if Buddha Light would soon expose the face hidden beneath.
However, the Heaven and Earth chessboard cloaked everything, rendering Li Che's presence ever more inscrutable.
Those eyes failed to pierce through Li Che's aura.
Still, Li Che's right arm quivered just a touch, then came the nonstop ringing clamor, echoing like an old temple bell tolled at the snowy mountain's highest point during an onrushing avalanche.
The Heart-following Gold Iron Divine Rod appeared to pick up on some elusive presence, stirring into wild unrest.
The monk's robes surged like flames, billowing grandly, bathed in the light from the six Corpse God Seals, resembling an undying fire that blazed on forever.
"Amitabha Buddha..."
"Ji Moli is dead.
"What a pity..."
A sorrowful chant echoed out, as though myriad Ancient Buddhas intoned without end.
Li Che's gaze swept across the deceitful monk's apparition.
Any real regret there? That pity... it must grieve him that Ji Moli's gone, leaving no one to ravage cities and harvest Blood Souls any longer, correct?
"Are you the bald donkey that lured Ji Moli into those city slaughters?"
A raspy tone emerged from under the Yama Mask of the Underworld.
Through the mask, Li Che's eyes glared with icy severity.
This bald monk could well be the true force pulling the strings in the Corpse God Cult!
Ji Moli had only been working alongside the Corpse God Cult.
The monk's features stayed vague, with just the eyes standing out sharply, as faint flames kept building, steadily shaping into divine patterns.
"This poor monk didn't lure him—Ji Moli simply held ambitions and desires deep inside, so he followed his own path."
"This poor monk merely shared the Dharma with him, guiding his ascent; Ji Moli endured a brutal early life..."
"He yearned to climb high, to claim the Absolute Peak, to topple dynasties—he burned with drive, and this poor monk respected that, so he aided his rise."
The monk's voice stayed full of mercy.
Suddenly.
The monk's gaze dropped to Li Che's arm, as if detecting the quiver of the Heart-following Gold Iron Divine Rod...
The hazy monk's image broke into a sudden grin, making the sinister edge of that smile all too clear.
"Equaling Heaven... it's been ages."
The soft chuckle held scant warmth or delight.
"Underworld... the karma is set now; with Ji Moli felled by your hand, the Blood Soul gathering won't end—it'll just shift, from him to someone else."
"In slaying Ji Moli, you've taken on the cause, and its consequence... falls to you now..."
"Mortals always hunger for more might, no matter their power—someday, even you will hunger, for power knows no boundary, no halt!"
"Amitabha Buddha... this poor monk awaits you."
"Equaling Heaven, Equaling Heaven..."
"Our paths will cross soon enough, not long from now."
Once the monk uttered his grinning words, his gaze shifted, pinning on Xi Xi perched atop the remote city walls.
"Daughter of Prison Lotus..."
"Your hiding won't last much longer."
"This poor monk awaits you too."
Bang—
At last, the pair of golden flames in the monk's illusory eyes hardened gradually.
Shifting into two divine patterns...
Golden Fire Cicada Pattern!
Under the Cicada Patterns, his stare bored right into Li Che.
"Amitabha Buddha, Benefactor, recall this poor monk's Dharma name."
"This poor monk..."
"Golden Cicada."
As those words rang out.
The Buddha Light in the six Corpse God Seals faded away in a flash, leaving no sign behind.
The phantom of the monk Golden Cicada vanished entirely.
But the six Corpse God Seals surged back at Li Che with haste, plunging wildly into his Inner Scene of the Energy Center.
Li Che balled his five fingers tight, trying again to hold down the six Corpse God Seals.
Yet these six Corpse God Seals dissolved like mist, shedding their solid shape, reduced to pure divine will.
They slammed into Li Che's Brow Niwan.
But...
They failed to take root.
For Li Che's body rang with golden bones, his flesh tinged in golden radiance, shining with stunning splendor.