As a Father, I Just Want to Watch You Achieve Immortality Chapter 1772: How Dare You Covet the Great Saint’s Remains? The Great Saint Returns Above Mo City Fengdu
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Rumble——!!!
A horrific aura, intertwined with the sharp cracking of chains, erupted into the void and echoed endlessly.
Death Qi, Corpse Qi, Divinity, Dao Yun, and the Power of Tribulation coalesced like black lightning, relentlessly lashing against the emaciated figure perched upon the white jade slide.
This chaotic and surging mystic power rippled outward, causing the spatial fabric to undulate like waves!
The wind howled with frenzied intensity as terrifying ripples resonated throughout the area!
Jagged, flailing chains lashed out in every direction like hellish whips.
An immense pressure surged forth like a tidal wave, crushing the heavens and earth beneath its annihilation!
Like a god, like a demon!
It was truly horrific!
Withered in silence for a millennium, all to safeguard Equal Heaven this very day!
Li Che wore the Equalling Heaven’s Face, his eyes reflecting an expression of sheer dread.
At that moment, the Dao Fruits within his chest pulsed in a frantic rhythm; they had become extraordinarily active, with the Immaculate Heart Taoist Fruit emitting a dire warning.
Danger! Danger! Danger!!!
The void shivered as an invisible shockwave instantly expanded.
A formidable aura, resembling a divine mountain piercing the firmament, was severed by an overwhelming power, crashing downward into the mortal world with irresistible momentum.
Such power, such an abyssal aura!
Even Li Che, at this juncture, felt an absolute sense of horror.
This appeared to be the most terrifying vitality he had ever encountered.
The numerous Second Calamity Divine Tribulation Venerables present seemed minuscule before this presence; they could not even display their power and were forcibly suppressed back into their own bodies.
This was an absolute, crushing disparity in tiers!
They were nowhere near the same level of existence.
"This is..."
"Three Calamities Crossing! Divine Tribulation Supreme!"
Li Che’s pupils contracted.
This Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King of Qitian Temple was actually a Divine Tribulation Supreme who had traversed the Three Calamities!
Crossing Two Calamities earned the title of Venerable, while Crossing Three Calamities defined a Supreme!
The raging pressure in the void continued its wild dance, shrouding the sky and blotting out the sun, as though the entire Qitian Inner City had been cast into boundless oppression in a single heartbeat.
What shocked Li Che even more was the realization that this gaunt figure was the ancestor master of Qitian Temple.
The grandmaster who had led the world's preeminent First Divine Sect!
He was not truly dead!
Qitian Temple had declined from its golden age for mysterious reasons, the Inner City was interred, and the majority of Qitian Temple’s elites were buried. Previously, when the gates of the Qitian Inner City swung open and he saw many old powerhouses transformed into Temple Guardian Cursed Corpses, Li Che had assumed the sect was utterly extinguished.
Unexpectedly, the grandmaster had withered away for thousands of years, holding onto a steadfast resolve to protect Equal Heaven. Now, as the Inner City was revealed and intruders arrived at the temple, he had shattered his chains to become the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King.
Restoring his aura and cultivation to their absolute peak!
Ascending into a terrifying Three Calamities Supreme.
It cannot be stopped...
The Dao Fruits in Li Che’s chest continued to scream of danger. He realized in that moment that even if he exhausted every hidden art, he could not halt this Three Calamities Supreme.
Hidden beneath the Equalling Heaven’s Face, Li Che’s brows furrowed. He sensed that something was amiss and stepped back, quietly planning to exit.
As a family head, the foundation that supported his daughter Xi Xi and his wife Zhang Ya, Li Che always prioritized the principle of preservation. Even while masked by the extreme concealment of the Slumbering Dragon Elephant’s aura, Li Che felt that this transformed ancestor master possessed the Supreme-level awareness to pierce his disguise. Thus, he knew he must exercise extreme caution.
Boom——!!!
"A madman! Truly a madman!"
The Black Bull Demon God Venerable, wielding the Sea-crossing Purple Gold Beam, revealed the terror in his eyes.
"To hold one’s breath for a thousand years without turning to dust, just to awaken as a Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King today! How can such an ancient monster exist!"
The Black Bull Demon God Venerable cursed.
In this instant, caught beneath the crushing weight of the Supreme’s pressure, every powerhouse invading the temple wore a look of shock or fear.
The Sect Master of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect, Zhang Wuji, his Daoist robes fluttering and jet-black hair whipping around him, wore an expression of heavy admiration: "Truly, a firm conviction..."
"Withered for millennia, inhabiting a shell of bones, his combat power barely retaining a tenth of what it was. Qitian Temple’s ancestor master once stood at the pinnacle as a Three Calamities Supreme, having even crossed the Second Tribulation of the Third Calamity—he was the preeminent champion of that era."
"But alas, the years are a sickle, reaping his brilliance and power. He likely refrained from transforming into a Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King earlier because he was unwilling to let his strength be eroded by the passage of time."
"Even now, as a Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, his power will slowly dwindle; he is no longer at his absolute apex."
"Yet, when the Inner City opened and the strange temple emerged, surely attracting greedy opportunists, this ancestor master of Qitian Temple chose to incarnate immediately to unleash his peak combat power!"
Zhang Wuji caught his breath, his robes snapping in the gale.
His gaze flickered with turmoil. "Yet, this ancestor master, Fang Xinyuan, endured thousands of years of solitary agony, facing the torture of his own decay and the biting frost of time. What sheer determination must it have taken to commit to such a path?"
"Is guarding Equal Heaven truly so vital? Is it worth such a sacrifice?!"
Zhang Wuji sighed, his expression solemn.
"Amitabha Buddha..."
"The Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King has just transformed, his strength has not yet even reached its full potential!"