As a Father, I Just Want to Watch You Achieve Immortality Chapter 1798: Golden Eyes Open in the Stone Coffin, Qi Tian Resurrection—The Great Saint Returns
Previously on As a Father, I Just Want to Watch You Achieve Immortality...
"Yet luckily... the ordeal is drawing to a close at last."
Zhang Wuji felt no urge to flee immediately, choosing instead to remain stationed at the entrance.
"Though Qitian Inner City lies inside the Strange Que, that Strange Que stretches endlessly wide, and Qitian Inner City sits at the border between the Inner Mysterious Que and Earth Deceit Que... drifting and submerging, rendering it impossible to track down."
"Thus, this particular unveiling of Qi Tian City presents a prime chance to pinpoint and fix the position of Qitian Inner City!"
With hands clasped behind his back, Zhang Wuji shook his head softly.
His eyes shifted toward Qitian Temple.
"It’s finished..."
"Even if Qitian revives, what difference does it make?"
"A freshly revived Qitian won’t alter the outcome; far more dreadful entities will arise to crush it utterly."
"Prison Lotus... will be utterly extinguished and obliterated amid this surging Divine Tide!"As Zhang Wuji let out a profound sigh.
High above in the firmament.
The Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, his body nearly splitting apart, with disheveled hair whipping about and chains shattering behind him.
Confronting five Supreme Beings, the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King appeared to quiver faintly.
All of a sudden...
The Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King gradually rotated his head, casting a look back at Qitian Temple.
Within his once-muddled gaze, a spark of clarity began to surface.
"Teacher..."
"Disciple... has given everything he could."
In the instant that followed.
The Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King abruptly spun around!
Corpse Qi exploded fiercely, and along his spine, eight swirling hubs of mingled Death Qi and Corpse Qi burst open with a thunderous roar!
It bore an uncanny resemblance to the detonation of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians!
Upon igniting the Death Qi and Corpse Qi...
Darkness once more engulfed the skies over Qitian Inner City in roiling waves!
The Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King rocketed upward!
One versus five!
Much like his silent vigil in Qitian Inner City for millennia, without a single regret.
This day, battling to utter destruction, reduced to dust and fragments.
Still, no regrets!
...
...
The faint orange glow from the streetlamp.
Softly bathed the narrow lane.
Vibrations from Qitian Inner City rippled out to the Outer City, shaking it violently.
Before a certain eatery.
The proprietor pinched a cigarette between his fingers, tendrils of smoke curling lazily upward...
Xi Xi perched on a stool, clutching a rice ball, grains clinging to her mouth, staring blankly at the vision woven from the drifting fumes.
Within that vision...
Appeared the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, soaring undaunted into the heavens, clashing against five seemingly unstoppable foes.
"Boss... he’s going to die, right?"
An inexplicable sorrow flickered in Xi Xi’s eyes.
"Indeed, he will perish, though he was dead long ago... yet the demise of flesh and soul isn’t true extinction; only total erasure from existence counts as real death."
The owner drew on his cigarette, breathed out the smoke, and answered calmly.
"Why go to such lengths?"
Xi Xi nibbled at her rice ball; despite its savor, her hunger vanished abruptly.
"Because... he’s a fine lad."
The owner tapped ash from his cigarette, sorrow shadowing his gaze.
"Born the bastard son of a clan leader, he was almost beaten to death by a legitimate heir. By chance, he found a firewood staff housing a sleeping monkey, who instructed him in cultivation, in building strength and toughness, in proper behavior, in defying the mighty..."
"They relied on one another through countless seasons."
"In time, the monkey passed away."
"The monkey shielded him his whole life; now it fell to him to shield the monkey."
"That was simply it."
"He instructed his descendants and offspring to guard the monkey... knowing they might stray from his wishes, he clung to life stubbornly, enduring... solely for this moment, to defend."
"He fears death, that much is clear—a boy terrified of pain."
"Time’s passage cuts him deeply."
"Yet he remains a good child, honoring his master and brave on the righteous path."
The owner murmured gently.
Lord Dog uttered a low whine, chin propped on its front paws, releasing a soft sigh.
The world is harsh, Lord Dog lamented.
Xi Xi, for no clear reason, sighed as well.
Her mind wandered to countless thoughts.
Should the day come when her ever-protective father falls, would she, like this Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, pour out all her strength to safeguard him?
Would she?
Xi Xi chomped fiercely into her rice ball!
Absolutely!
Emperor Xi Xi surely would!
...
...
Within Qitian Temple.
The inner realm stretched infinitely vast.
Before the stone coffin, clashing mighty auras hung in the air, as though time itself halted right then.
All fell utterly silent, frozen solid.
The Emperor of Dajing, Lu Wenchang, wielded the Dragon Banner Spear to block the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, craning his neck to watch the coffin lid slide open...
His sight dropped within.
But Lu Wenchang’s features locked in shock.
For...
Lu Wenchang locked eyes with a pair.
A pair of massive, golden, radiant eyes.
One mere look...
And Lu Wenchang sensed his mental will ripping free from his flesh, pulverized by some horrifying force!
"Ah——!!!"
A shrill cry tore from him as Lu Wenchang spewed fresh blood.
Gripping his Dragon Banner Spear, he retreated in haste.
Thud thud thud.
Each step cracked the Qitian Temple floor like spreading spiderwebs.
This harrowing wail...
Terrified all present.
The Chan Wen Ascetic Monk, the female Guanyin, and the Wushen Mountain Priest—mighty experts pinning down the Earthly Ghost Emperor—kept vigilant watch near the coffin, now chilled to the bone!
They whipped their attention to Lu Wenchang’s stumbling withdrawal.
And beheld this Dajing Emperor, golden aura in tatters, eyes burst open, blood streaming, a massive wound torn across his brow.
His Heaven and Earth Soul crumbled bit by bit...
Hiss——
What a gruesome sight!
No longer did they tangle with Li Che.
Lu Wenchang’s dire state revealed all!
Something was amiss with that stone coffin!
Or maybe...
Qitian Temple God...
Had genuinely awakened!
"Run!"
Rumble——
The Chan Wen Ascetic Monk, who’d yelled loudest before, stowed his Golden Bowl and bolted toward the Strange Temple’s exit.
The Earthly Ghost Emperor—Li Che—was abandoned.
Li Che clutched the Three-point double-edged knife, its edge quivering nonstop.
He glanced toward the stone coffin.
"Pa——!"
A shriveled hand, furred with monkey hair, smacked the coffin’s rim.
Crack——
The incredibly tough stone coffin, forged from some mysterious durable substance...
Whose lid had demanded Li Che’s utmost to shift.
Now cracked from a single slap.
Li Che’s eyes tightened.
The heaven-and-earth aura grew oppressively still, as if iced over!
An overwhelming pressure, a divine might beyond comprehension...
Unfurled majestically.
Thud thud thud——
Heartbeat thunders.
Like war drums pounding, their rhythm hijacking every pulse...
Threatening to explode with the drums’ accelerating beat.
Li Che’s Immaculate Heart Dao Fruit quaked, his Seven-orifice Exquisite Heart released divine energy, freeing him effortlessly from the bind.
Yet even then, thrill gleamed in his eyes.
Lu Wenchang, eyes drenched in blood, and the Chan Wen Ascetic Monk who’d fled to the Strange Temple’s doorway, plus the female Guanyin and Wushen Mountain Priest...
All reeled, their divine auras thrown into wild disarray.
"Run!"
Boom——!!!
Qitian Temple’s gateway slammed shut!
A cataclysmic blast whipped up a tempest of rage.
Hurling the three Second Calamity Divine Tribulation Venerables aside.
Lu Wenchang’s bloodied eyes saw naught, Heaven and Earth Soul in ruins, senses severed...
Cut off from the world entirely!
A lofty Second Calamity Divine Tribulation Venerable, stripped of worldly feeling.
How horrifying.
Suddenly...
From the stone coffin’s depths.
The Hun Yuan Ruyi Golden Cudgel shot forth, stabbing through with a squelch...
Impaling Lu Wenchang’s chest.
Then, dragging his corpse, it smashed into the sealed Qitian Temple door.
A dull thump.
Lu Wenchang’s life force snapped, utterly deceased.
And from within the stone coffin.
A bony, hairy monkey rose slowly, propping against the coffin, furry limbs draped over the edges, golden eyes dazed at first upon Li Che.
It cocked its head.
Then peered upward through the Strange Temple’s ceiling.
"Sigh..."
"Foolish disciple."