As a Father, I Just Want to Watch You Achieve Immortality Chapter 1786: Pushing Open the Coffin to See the Great Saint’s Remains, Personally Placing the Equal to Heaven’s Face on the Great Saint

Li Che escorted Fang Hanshu into the depths of Mo City Fengdu.

As the Sovereign of this domain, Li Che ensured it was the safest sanctuary available, providing the most serene environment for Fang Hanshu to immerse himself in his books.

At present, however, Mo City Fengdu lay in ruins, shattered beyond recognition. Focusing his intent, Li Che manifested a leisure pavilion, allowing Fang Hanshu a quiet place to read once more.

In truth, time was slipping away from Fang Hanshu.

He was truly offering himself up, a sacrifice for the sake of higher righteousness.

Li Che felt helpless, unable to intervene even if he desperately wished to. Facing a Divine Tribulation Venerable at the second stage of the Six Venerables’ realm was a trial even for Li Che.

Previously, Li Che had been pushed to his limits, relying on devious schemes and backstabbing to contend with the Black Bull Demon God Venerable, a mere Second Calamity Divine Tribulation entity.

Directly challenging the experts of the Six Venerable Tribulation Realm would have jeopardized Li Che’s very existence.

Yet, the tide had turned.

Often, a complete reversal of fortune begins with a single shift in thought.

Following the sacrifice of his foundation to slay the Black Bull Demon God Venerable—culminating in the completion of Soul Capturing and the evolution of the Sea Flipping Nine Infants—Li Che effectively possessed two experts of the Second Calamity Realm under his command.

Furthermore, the infusion of Martial Immortal Dao Essence had facilitated the transformation of three Divine Seeds into Immortal Seeds, triggering another massive surge in his power!

Limitations no longer hindered him as they once did.

Unfortunately, Li Che remained unable to rescue Fang Hanshu. While the younger man utilized the Great Supervising Minister’s authority to draw upon the power of Heaven and Earth, he was paying the price with his own vitality.

Thus, Li Che posed the question: was it truly worth the price?

Fang Hanshu, however, remained unbothered. Perhaps he harbors hope that Li Che might save him, allowing him to persist in another form, but even if the end was final, he remained calm.

After all, the core mandate of the Fang family was the protection of Qitian; that Fang Hanshu had fulfilled this duty without dishonoring his forebears was sufficient for him.

Following his farewell to Fang Hanshu, Li Che secured the Divine Monkey Mask upon his face, his gaze fixed on the five powerful figures ahead.

Their intense auras collided constantly, forcing the air inside Qitian Temple into chaotic turbulence. The structure of the temple was unique; stepping inside revealed a space of immense scale.

A stone coffin occupied the center of what felt like a vast, lonely plaza.

The atmosphere within the temple struck a familiar chord, echoing the ninth layer of the Qintian Observatory where the Capital Supervision Minister stayed.

Li Che had perceived a similar spatial expansion back then.

A seemingly confined area could expand into something infinitely vast.

This was, without a doubt, the influence of spatial essence.

"Underworld..."

Zhang Wuji breathed a quiet sigh as he observed the masked Divine Monkey.

He then cast a glance toward the two grotesque, peerless beasts blocking their path—one a Demon God Venerable of the Demon Race, the other the most ferocious creature he had ever encountered.

Even so, Zhang Wuji found the behavior of the Black Bull Demon God Venerable strange.

How could a creature that ventured into the Underworld Fengdu return allied with the Underworld Divine Monkey? What pact had been forged in the shadows of Fengdu?

A seed of unease took root in Zhang Wuji’s heart.

He looked upward, his Heaven and Earth Soul drifting outward, observing the ruptures above Qitian Inner City as they slowly began to mend.

The weight in his chest intensified; every passing moment favored their adversaries.

Once the Temple Guardian Cursed Corpse King returned, they would be forced to flee, or face certain doom.

A Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King at the Three Calamities Supreme Realm was entirely beyond their capacity to resist; the gap in power was simply too vast.

Boom—!!!

"Strike now!"

"Finish this quickly!"

Zhang Wuji curled his fingers, divinity erupting within him; rivers of divine energy surged from the Divine Shrine behind him, flooding into his Silver Orb before lashing out at Li Che.

"Black Bull Demon God Venerable! What is your intention? Even if you have reached an accord with the Underworld, dragging this out means our Supreme foundation will fail to contain the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King! Neither the Heavenly Corpse nor the Heavenly Divine Weapon will remain within our reach!"

Zhang Wuji shouted in frustration.

Simultaneously, the Chan Wen Ascetic Monk unleashed his assault. His monk staff trembled, casting countless flickering shadows that pulsed with the force of the Second Calamity Level.

In the God Realm, the distinction between a Martial God and a Divine Tribulation is less pronounced than that between a Martial Saint and a Divine Fetus; since both rely on the manipulation of divine energy, their techniques are somewhat akin. However, the combat of a Martial God, which integrates physical martial arts and advanced skills, is significantly more intense.

The Ascetic Monk was a formidable Martial God, known for ruthless and earth-shattering combat, which was undoubtedly why he was chosen for the mission to Qitian Temple.

Roar—!!!

The six heads of the Sea Flipping Nine Infants snapped upward, savagely intercepting the Ascetic Monk’s staff shadows.

The conflict exploded, both sides tempering their strength slightly to preserve the precious Heavenly Corpse.

Even with such restraint, the resulting offensive power was profoundly terrifying.

The five experts of the Second Calamity Realm pressed the attack with calamitous techniques; the fabric of space warped and fluttered like torn fabric under the strain of their tribulation energy.

The space within the Strange Que should naturally be more durable than that of the Human World, yet even it groaned under the weight of such destruction.