As a Father, I Just Want to Watch You Achieve Immortality Chapter 1702: Martial Immortal Mystical Art Slays the Six-Desire Corpse God, The Golden Cicada Appears—Equaling Heaven Monk, I’m Waiting for You...
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Bewildered, the survivors of Luoyun City lifted their gazes skyward one after another.
Although numerous cultivators existed among them, the strange occurrence in the Heavenly Dome left them utterly puzzled at that instant.
In the end, witnessing the demise of a Divine Tribulation Cultivator—such an immense spectacle—remains a rarity that few cultivators encounter over their entire lives.
Moreover, drawn by the scent of conflict near Luoyun City, countless cultivators from Jiangnan Dao rushed toward the commotion.
Stunned beyond words, chills raced up their spines...
Divine Tribulation has descended!
A Divine Tribulation has truly descended...
Who could have perished?
Is it the Grandmaster of Haoran Academy in Jiangnan Dao?
Or maybe the ancestor of the Ancient Family, the Fang Family, in Jiangnan Dao?
Yet others, spotting the scattered corpses of Black Armor Guards from a distance, guessed that the perished Divine Tribulation might belong to Ji Moli!
Xi Xi slipped into a stupor, then twisted her neck to spot Li Che cradling her.
Thus, it's no illusion!
"Daddy!"
Xi Xi threw her arms around Li Che, her lips pursed in a pout.
Li Che tousled Xi Xi's hair gently.
All at once, realization struck Xi Xi like lightning; her eyes flew wide, she seized Li Che's hand, and bolted off toward the horizon.
"Daddy, quick! Yun E and Zhou Peng!"
Urgency etched across Xi Xi's features.
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Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
A breeze rustled fiercely through the thick woods, stirring up gusts of moderate strength.
Snowflakes mingled with the downpour and gusts, floating softly earthward and carrying a faint bite of cold.
Amid the thick woods, two craters burst open dramatically.
From the crater, clouds of dust and haze surged skyward, while divine energy spilled over uncontrollably...
Zhou Peng's form had fully morphed into the Temple God state, his plump face and lobes evoking a swine's, as he gradually pried open his eyelids—an effort that wracked him with agonizing torment.
Tiny fissures marred his whole frame.
Not even the power to twitch a single digit remained in him.
The Temple God's might had drained away entirely; deep down, he realized this existence had finally drawn to a close.
Ultimately, this cycle of rebirth proved futile.
A weary chuckle escaped his lips.
In a flash, a memory resurfaced, prompting his gaze to shift and peer off to the side.
Another crater lay there as well, yet its sunken depths hid Yun E from Zhou Peng's clear view.
Agony and dread flickered across Zhou Peng's expression.
His fractured form compelled itself forward, waves of ripping anguish overwhelming him.
Crimson droplets seeped steadily.
Toward the neighboring crater he dragged himself, staining the earth with vivid streaks of red.
Droplets of rain lashed his features, stinging his eyes shut tighter.
Yet Zhou Peng endured the relentless barrage of shredding torment battering his mind, intent on shattering his resolve.
Still, he persisted in his crawl.
At last, he arrived at the crater's rim and peered downward.
There lay Yun E, still and serene in the hollow, unmoving, enveloped as though in soft lunar glow.
A uncommon softness softened Zhou Peng's grotesque visage.
He flashed a lopsided smile.
With that, he tumbled over the brink, tumbling into the depths.
Smeared in grime, soiled and humbled.
Finally.
Beside Yun E he came to rest, his frame frozen, appearing devoid of life.
Yet after an eternity...
Zhou Peng's arm reached out, quivering faintly.
Softly, he clasped one pale, colorless finger of Yun E's.
A murmur of satisfaction rumbled softly in the wooded hollow, before utter quietude claimed everything.
"Heh heh..."
"This lifetime..."
"I caught you."