As a Father, I Just Want to Watch You Achieve Immortality Chapter 1775: How Dare You Covet the Great Saint’s Remains? The Great Saint Returns Above Mo City Fengdu
Previously on As a Father, I Just Want to Watch You Achieve Immortality...
Yet, in truth, everyone understood.
Equaling Heaven...
That is the Prison Lotus Camp!
At the very least, before its inevitable decline, Equaling Heaven stood among the venerated gods of the Prison Lotus Camp!
Equaling Heaven is the symbol of Prison Lotus!
Standing behind powerful figures like the Black Bull Demon God Venerable, the camps they represent harbor a singular consensus: eradicate the Prison Lotus and sever its lineage for good!
Because of this, they must exhaust every resource to assault the Qi Tian Temple, plunder the inheritance and divine artifacts of Equaling Heaven, and ensure there is no chance for its resurgence!
The Black Bull Demon God Venerable swung the Sea-crossing Purple Gold Beam. Like a massive, crushing column, it slammed against the temple gate with a deafening impact!
A thunderous, heavy sound erupted instantly, mirroring the rhythmic beating of war drums.
Invisible ripples expanded in concentric circles, releasing waves of tremors!
The massive gate was cracked open, allowing vast, majestic divinity to spew frenziedly from the mysterious structure!
An exhilarating sensation washed over the Black Bull Demon God Venerable; it felt as though every single pore on his body had burst open!
He let out a hearty laugh, hoisted the Sea-crossing Purple Gold Beam again, and rammed into the gate repeatedly!
Boom boom boom boom——!
Every strike was delivered with unbridled strength!
At last, the sealed gate gave way. Numerous powerful auras flared, and the power of tribulation tangled together like boats racing on a river, all surging toward the Qi Tian Temple!
Each contender sought the lead, desperate to arrive first!
With a golden opportunity right before them, no one intended to yield, surrendering the chance to reach the Three Calamities and challenge the Supreme.
Li Che, wearing the Equal to Heaven’s Face, his focus absolute, pushed the Slumbering Dragon Elephant to its ultimate threshold.
He navigated the chaos with all his might, lurking within the shadows as he trailed closely behind the others.
The gates of the Qi Tian Temple swung wide, and boundless divine energy poured outward in a torrent!
However, just as the powerful combatants were set to storm the interior, the sound of a roaring, turbulent river echoed across the expanse.
In an instant, everyone’s composure wavered.
They discovered a Vast River sweeping across the sky, churning violently to obstruct their path.
"Who dares?!"
The Black Bull Demon God Venerable, charging at the front like a maddened beast, flew into a rage upon seeing the flowing barrier of Qi!
He swung the Sea-crossing Purple Gold Beam downward, attempting to shatter the river with sheer force!
The river surged upward, coalescing into the shape of a massive fist that struck out horizontally!
Bang——
A terrifying collision roared through the air.
The Vast Qi River dissipated, and a figure clad in a Confucian robe was sent flying through the sky. He landed with grace upon the white jade floor of the mysterious temple, staggering back several steps.
With his elegant beard fluttering in the breeze, the figure turned, revealing a scholarly, gentlemanly countenance.
The Black Bull Demon God Venerable radiated a magnificent aura, his burly frame surging with chaotic demon energy. His copper-bell eyes narrowed as he glared at the man in the Confucian robe.
"Which one are you?"
He did not recognize Fang Hanshu, as the man had never possessed much fame.
Hidden in the gloom, Li Che felt a surge of astonishment, mixed with confusion and bewilderment.
The Great Elder Fang Hanshu...
Why would he interfere at such a moment?
More importantly, he was directly confronting this collective of Second Disaster Venerables who were flaunting their cultivation!
Besides the four demon gods and Li Che, those present were largely at the Second Disaster level of cultivation. For Fang Hanshu to stand in their way now...
Wasn’t this just a suicidal endeavor?
Li Che knew of Fang Hanshu’s true strength, acknowledging he had stepped into the realm of Divine Tribulation. But that was... merely entering that realm.
Even if the Great Elder kept his background as a Hunting God Pavilion God Hunter Killer hidden, that title provided no tangible boost to his cultivation power.
Behind Fang Hanshu, the Vast River swirled violently, slowly condensing into a white Vast Qi Spear gripped in his hands.
"A remnant of the Qi Tian Temple, an unworthy descendant of the Fang Family, Fang Hanshu."
"Today, I protect the Qi Tian."
Fang Hanshu flicked his spear slightly, his gaze dropping as he spoke in a calm, hollow tone.
Had he not been a descendant of the Fang lineage, Fang Hanshu would never have set foot in Qi Tian City, nor cared for its fate.
"The Fang Family? You mean that Ancient Family from Jiangnan Dao? The one that conspired with the Haoran Academy... the one that hoards wealth until it turns the affluent Jiangnan Dao into a land of extreme destitution?"
Dajing Emperor Lv Wen Chang scoffed dismissively.
He was intimately familiar with the reputation of that Ancient Family.
While he knew of their connection to the Qi Tian Temple, he also knew the temple had long faded into ruin, and these days, the Fang Family no longer claimed to be its remnants.
"Indeed... and that is why, as a descendant, I am unworthy," Fang Hanshu replied.
He tilted his spear, his refined beard whipping as he looked up at the Fang ancestor. Amidst the mysterious, swirling fog, the ancestor was unhesitatingly becoming the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, causing Fang Hanshu to release a soft, heavy sigh.
The obsession and ancestral teachings of the Fang Family had long been discarded.
The Qi Tian Temple had perished ages ago, and the current Fang Family rejected any association with it.
Fang Hanshu also disowned the current clan; he held no ties to the modern Fang Family in Jiangnan Dao. The only true remnants of the Qi Tian Temple left were himself and his sister, Fang Shangzhen.
In truth, Fang Hanshu had wavered once, questioning whether he should truly lay down his life for a Divine Sect extinct for countless ages, knowing the immense risks involved.
But the moment he witnessed the old ancestor of the Fang Family—who was willing to sit for a thousand years to protect the Qi Tian, eventually infusing his body with corpse energy and death qi to become the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King—Fang Hanshu grasped the true weight of their duty.
Dajing Emperor Lv Wen Chang looked at Fang Hanshu with cold indifference.
"Your courage is commendable, but unfortunately, as a mere practitioner at the One Disaster Realm, what exactly do you think you can protect?"