As a Father, I Just Want to Watch You Achieve Immortality Chapter 1770: Surviving for Millennia Only to Protect Equaling Heaven—Breaking the Shackles to Become the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King

Li Che felt a surge of immense determination; with such an assemblage of paragons backing him, there was little reason to fret over the success of his ambitious undertaking.

Accompanied by the cohort of demon gods, he departed from Mo City Fengdu.

Upon reaching the outer reaches of Qitian City, Li Che arrived.

The demon gods offered respectful bows to Li Che before each retrieved a Thunder Chess Piece. They vanished from sight, teleporting back to their respective points of origin.

Shortly after, they proceeded toward the Qitian Temple with focused intent, their overwhelming demon energy rising skyward.

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Rustle, rustle —

Turbulent winds began to stir.

Fang Hanshu’s scholarly robes snapped violently in the breeze, while the pages of the Holy Sage Book clutched in his hand fluttered continuously.

With one hand tucked behind his back, he tilted his head to gaze toward the Qitian Temple, his eyes reflecting a complicated array of emotions.

"Alas..."

"Qitian, oh Qitian."

"Destiny is truly inescapable."

Fang Hanshu shook his head with a gentle motion.

He tucked away the Holy Sage Book and moved toward the Qitian Temple. As his wide sleeves billowed downward, he clasped his hands and offered a deep, threefold bow.

It was as if he were performing a sacred rite.

An instant later, he stood tall, resembling a Jiao Long roaring toward the heavens.

As his cloth shoes made contact with the earth, the surrounding space seemed to ripple.

With every stride, his form flickered, covering vast distances in a single motion.

Step by step, he advanced toward the Qitian Temple.

It looked akin to a pilgrimage.

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Inside the Qitian Inner City.

Fierce winds howled and whipped through the air!

Throughout the city, within the magnificent palaces, Divine Tribulation cultivators and Peak Martial Saints wandered, scavenging for the remnants left behind by the Equal Heaven Temple.

While some cultivators maintained modest goals, avoiding conflict in favor of simple resource acquisition, others harbored grander ambitions.

Many aspired to breach the Qitian Temple to witness the presence of the Temple God of Three Pure Ranks and discover who would ultimately lay claim to the Ruyi Golden Cudgel.

Boom, boom, boom —

The Black Bull Demon God Venerable moved with the Sea-crossing Purple Gold Beam on his shoulder, his potent demon soul expanding outward.

As he neared the Qitian Temple, his demon soul perceived increasingly formidable presences.

There was an ascetic monk from the Western Regions Buddha Land bearing a cicada pattern on his face.

Additionally, the hidden ancestor of the Da Jing Dynasty and martial powerhouses from Wushen Mountain were present, unleashing their full, rampaging potential.

With the Qitian Temple unlocked and the appearance of the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, these reclusive cultivators cast aside their facades, showcasing their true, hidden strength.

"Such cunning humans! You truly came prepared!"

"However, Qitian is our race’s Demon Saint. His legacy and divine weapon are destined to belong to the demon race!"

"None can seize it!"

"Anyone vying with me, the Black Bull, shall meet their end!"

The Black Bull Demon God Venerable remained steadfast and confident in his own personal cultivation.

Boom —!!!

Howling in rage, the Black Bull Demon God Venerable accelerated, charging forward like a frantic bull.

The Qitian Temple perched upon the peak of Qitian Peak.

Qitian Peak was merely a hill located in the most secluded sector of Qitian City.

Yet it was adorned with luxurious palaces, gleaming with gold and jade, radiant clouds unfurling, and auspicious qi swirling throughout.

Locked within the Inner City for untold centuries, the summit still saw its peach trees in full bloom.

Amidst the drifting, mystical fog, divinity remained faintly visible.

As Li Che utilized the [Dragon Elephant Vajra] Dao Fruit and the Slumbering Dragon Elephant technique to sneak inside, he witnessed a crowd clustering at the base of the peak.

Li Che felt a momentary shock, not anticipating that such a multitude could congregate so rapidly.

While Li Che navigated via the Heaven and Earth chessboard, guided by the Master Go-chess Saint, these formidable experts possessed no such tool.

Yet, they had managed to penetrate the mysterious mist to reach the base of Qitian Peak.

It could only suggest that their cultivation level mirrored that of the Black Bull Demon God Venerable.

Perhaps they were all entities within the Realm of Two Disasters, each an elite representative of their respective factions.

Actually, the number was small: the Black Bull Demon God Venerable, the cicada-marked monk from the Western Regions Buddha Land, the former Emperor of Dajing, a Witch God Priest from Wushen Mountain, Zhang Wuji the sect master of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect, and a barefoot woman radiating qi from the South Sea Bamboo Forest.

Li Che was most surprised by Zhang Wuji's presence.

To think this sect master was hiding such profound depth!

Truly, the leading Divine Sect of Dajing was extraordinary indeed.

Beyond the Purple Mansion Divine Sect, the mysterious South Sea Bamboo Forest also fielded a formidable member.

Though Li Che did not recognize the barefooted woman, she bore a slight resemblance to Guanyin.

Without question, the Qitian Temple was their singular objective.

The Black Bull Demon God Venerable, still shouldering the Sea-crossing Purple Gold Beam, squinted his bull-like eyes at the figures and let out a sneering laugh.

"You humans certainly hide your depths... If you had revealed yourselves sooner, I would have disdained such a test and granted you entry already."

"Still, humans are never united; you love internal strife and schemes. Had you simply joined forces, I might have retreated long ago."

Enveloped in intense divinity and the power of golden qi fortune, the former Emperor of Dajing spoke coolly behind his obscured features: "Fewer people is better—it reduces the noise."

The Black Bull Demon God Venerable peered at the figure shrouded in divinity and squinted. "Lv Wen Chang... You truly deserve your reputation as the prime Heavenly Pride among Dajing’s emperors. Apart from the Grand Ancestor, you actually reached the Realm of Two Disasters!"

"Merely a stroke of luck," the former Emperor remarked calmly.

"A pity then, for Dajing’s destiny is nearing its conclusion. Gongshu Guigu’s predictions have never failed!"

The Black Bull Demon God Venerable grinned widely, yet his heart felt heavy. With so many competitors suddenly present, the burden of pressure on him grew immense.