As a Father, I Just Want to Watch You Achieve Immortality Chapter 1784: A Finger-Counting Divination Reveals the Underworld Needs a Scholar; A 3-on-5 Advantage for Me, Li Che
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Nevertheless, for the time being, Li Che remained dependent on the Big Black Bull.
After all, conditions within the Qi Tian Mysterious Temple were still incredibly perilous!
Grabbing the Heart-following Gold Iron Divine Rod in his five fingers, the Big Black Bull hoisted the Sea-crossing Purple Gold Beam high, his grip tightening as Li Che flicked his mind.
A torrential downpour was all that persisted inside Mo City Fengdu.
Li Che, appearing like liquid gold, and the Big Black Bull, radiating ominous demon-energy, both vanished without a trace.
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Rumble—!
The entirety of Qi Tian Inner City shook incessantly!
High above the firmament, mysterious fog rolled and dark clouds gathered, mimicking an apocalyptic omen that instilled boundless terror in every cultivator throughout Qi Tian Inner City.
A daunting and immense pressure descended intermittently through fractures in the mysterious fog—a force that permitted absolutely no resistance!
Supreme Pressure!
Powerful forces deployed supreme techniques to suppress the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, the reanimated ancestor master of Qi Tian Temple, igniting a Three Calamities Divine Tribulation Supreme Battle!
Crack crack—
Countless intertwining lightning bolts wove a tempest, their clash disturbing the very spatial fabric above Strange Que with intense qi mechanisms.
Deep within the heart of Qi Tian Inner City, standing at the entrance to the opened Qi Tian Temple,
increasingly tangible calamity beams erupted from the structure, as if attempting to scatter the encroaching fog!
These were the manifestations of Second Calamity Divine Tribulation Venerables from various factions invading Qi Tian City!
Though the Black Bull Demon God Venerable of the demon race had been pulled away by the Underworld,
several Second Calamity Divine Tribulation Venerables remained, among them the Chan Wen Ascetic Monk from the Western Regions Buddha Land, Emperor Lu Wenchang of Dajing, and Zhang Wuji of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect, alongside other cultivators.
Five Second Calamity Realm Venerables combined their strength, projecting an overwhelming aura of deterrence.
Yet, standing firmly before the entrance of Qi Tian Temple was a solitary figure: Fang Hanshu.
His Confucian robes fluttered and his refined whiskers swayed as his Hao Ran Zheng Qi coalesced into the Vast Spear, which hummed with constant, violent tremors.
With a complexion pale as parchment, Fang Hanshu thrust his spear repeatedly, striking like a dragon. His vast qi raged, weaving through the air like tapestries, sword energy, and crushing waves alike.
He was exerting his absolute limit to repel the combined efforts of the five Second Calamity Venerables.
Spurt—
Fang Hanshu’s frame shuddered as he vomited a spray of fresh blood, staining his whiskers crimson.
Clutching his spear with one hand, he glared coldly at the ascetic monks.
"Utilizing the Heaven and Earth’s Power granted by the Chief Supervisor does harmonize quite well with your Hao Ran Zheng Qi, allowing you to project Second Calamity potency despite only being in the First Calamity Divine Tribulation."
"But ultimately, this is not your own strength. Standing against five enemies alone, you have truly exhausted your limits."
The ascetic monk, shrouded in golden, flowing fire, flapped his Golden Cicada wings with immense speed, spawning a legion of afterimages.
"The corpse of the Fighting Buddha must return to the Western Regions Buddha Land today, for the Buddha belongs where the Buddha resides."
The monk clenched his hand, manifesting a red monk stick which he wielded with a flick, striking out with devastating force.
Fang Hanshu’s spear vibrated like a white python, colliding with the staff and fracturing space into ripples and oscillations.
Lu Wenchang, Emperor of Dajing, and Sect Master Zhang Wuji of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect, alongside their allies, did not falter; they pressed their assault.
Why bother with individual dueling?
In the pursuit of destiny, uniting to annihilate obstacles is the only path forward.
Boom—
The monk’s staff jabbed forward, causing the space to buckle and fissures to proliferate. The cicada markings within his eyes flickered as if the wings were truly beating, fully unleashed!
Simultaneously, Emperor Lu Wenchang, bathed in the golden radiance of qi fortune, rained down slashing waves with his long blade.
Assorted techniques descended upon Fang Hanshu in a relentless barrage.
Since bypassing Fang Hanshu’s blockade proved impossible and they could not reach the silent stone coffin within the temple to verify the Great Saint’s corpse,
then they would kill him!
Destroy Fang Hanshu, seize the opportunity, and let each settle the rest by their own skill!
Zhang Wuji sighed softly and flicked his horsetail whisk. Suddenly, a massive, fire-wreathed Pill Furnace materialized, smashing toward Fang Hanshu!
With his pallid, exhausted face, Fang Hanshu seemed to have incinerated his very blood energy, his manifestation fading thin.
His Hao Ran Spear carved a path of blinding white light that severed the void, slamming into the furnace and deflecting the flames.
However, Zhang Wuji launched another strike, his palm flipping to reveal a Silver Orb.
Glistening with a brilliant flow, the silver light mirrored the sky.
It fired with a boom, spinning with terrifying divinity, and crashed toward Fang Hanshu.
A flicker of concern crossed Fang Hanshu’s face; the potency of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect reached beyond his expectations, yet he refused to yield.
He exhaled heavily, his whiskers thrashing wildly as he aimed his Hao Ran Spear at the incoming orb.
Thud—
A heavy impact rang out, causing space to ripple like a violently shaken carpet!
Fang Hanshu spat blood once more, the flesh on his arms nearly rupturing, his body trembling on the verge of total collapse.
Yet his eyes burned with fierce intensity; the conviction anchored in his heart expanded his vastness, continuously drawing more Heaven and Earth’s Power into his weakened vessel.
His aura surged, climbing ever higher!
Upholding the ancestral mandates of the Fang family, Fang Hanshu stood his ground—he had transformed the Ancient Fang family entirely, moving past their old role as mere guardians of the Qi Tian Temple to uphold a greater purpose.