As a Father, I Just Want to Watch You Achieve Immortality Chapter 1863: Prefer Quality Over Quantity—Soul Capturing Feast Carnival, Dao Fruit Molts, Heaven and Earth Hong Meng, Primordial Nine Tribulations...

In Mo City, Fengdu, Li Che's consciousness merged, and slowly, a vast expanse of black mist converged, solidifying into his true physical form. The remnants left behind in the restaurant were merely an avatar created by his [Fairy in the Painting] Dao Fruit. That isolated Earthly Ghost Emperor, stationed forlornly before the gates of Qi Tian Inner City, was also an avatar. However, with Li Che's current mastery of the [Chess Saint] Dao Fruit, combined with the [Fairy in the Painting] Dao Fruit, any powerful figure from the All Gods Camp within Qi Tian Inner City who dared to show themselves would instantly comprehend the meaning of true retribution and utter devastation!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—— A tempestuous gale howled relentlessly, surging with a fierce intensity, as if emanating from the abyssal depths of the Yellow Springs Jiuyou. An icy, explosive blast of wind carried waves of despair that pierced the very soul. Time and space seemed to congeal within Mo City.

Within Mo City, droplets of rain, like scattered beans, rapidly descended from the heavens. Upon impact with the ground, they erupted, stirring countless swirling vortexes of black mist!

A thick, cloying stench of blood permeated the entirety of Mo City. The ground was a gruesome tapestry of piled-high heaps of shattered flesh and blood, splintered bones, and fractured armor... These were the remains of numerous formidable figures, the consequence of Li Che's unrestrained slaughter throughout the night.

The act of Soul Capturing was not achieved without effort. Initially, the Immaculate Heart Taoist Fruit possessed limited power, necessitating physical contact with the opponent's remains for Soul Capturing. Yet, as the Immaculate Heart Taoist Fruit matured and ascended in rank, Soul Capturing became feasible by merely targeting the corpse from a distance... Eventually, even a mere fragment of a shattered corpse sufficed to complete the Soul Capturing ritual.

The sanguinary scene surged, its visibility obscured by a pervasive mist of blood...

This blood mist continuously shifted and morphed, occasionally coalescing into spectral demon souls, or the visages of human faces contorted by dissatisfaction, venomous resentment, and burning anger... Various emotions intermingled and flowed incessantly.

Li Che surveyed his surroundings with an unperturbed demeanor, entirely unaffected by the swirling emotions. Anger was an expected reaction, and dissatisfaction was normal; after all, these were unexpected and violent ends. The formidable figures of the Deceitful Gods Camp… they truly did not consider cultivators of the human world as beings of the same kind. By sealing the gates of Qi Tian City, their intent was to annihilate every cultivator within its walls, dyeing the city crimson as a declaration of their dominion.

"The cultivators who have resided within the Deceitful Gods' domain for an extended period seem to gradually shed their humanity. Upon joining the All Gods Camp, they become utterly devoid of empathy towards the cultivators of the human world, adopting an air of aloofness and disdain..."

"It is as if they no longer recognize themselves as belonging to the same race, believing they have transcended into divine beings—celestial and emotionless—thereby embracing a cold and unfeeling existence."

Li Che lightly shook his head, a gesture of quiet contemplation.

The more he interacted with them, the more he perceived the profound divergence between the Deceitful Gods' domain beyond the Mysterious Fog and the human world, akin to two disparate realms on a collision course. The human world was demonstrably the weaker entity, seemingly succumbing to the pervasive erosion of myth.

The thick, metallic tang of blood churned into a sanguine mist, surging obscurely as Li Che gazed forward with an indifferent expression.

The ground lay strewn with the mangled remains of countless bodies. It was evident that this single night would yield an exceptionally bountiful harvest of Soul Capturing, with no fewer than five Second Calamity Venerables of the Deceitful Gods Camp falling prey to his power. Furthermore, an even greater number, over ten First Calamity Divine Tribulations, met their demise at his hands, their remains now meticulously collected by him. One could confidently state that this was an unparalleled and grand accumulation of power!

This night, he had truly embarked on a frenzied killing spree, immersing himself in a state of near-madness; describing it as being utterly consumed by the act would not be an exaggeration.

The Martial Immortal Golden Body radiated a brilliant luminescence, its battle intent overwhelmingly potent, fully manifesting the might of the Martial Arts Immortal in the heat of combat.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—— The wind relentlessly swept through the desolate landscape, while the ground of Mo City Fengdu was blanketed in a hazy crimson mist, constantly churned by the persistent gale.

Li Che gently closed his eyes, a moment of quietude descending.

Thump thump thump—— Within his chest, his heart pounded with a violent intensity, like the deafening roar of thunder, akin to a tempestuous summer thunderstorm erupting forth, utterly beyond his control!

In the ensuing moment, Li Che abruptly opened his eyes, his gaze profound and dark, resembling two abyssal whirlpools of black ink, possessing an unnerving power to swallow all that lay before them. Faced with the blood-soaked earth, littered with the fallen bodies of Second Calamity Three Tribulations Venerables and First Calamity Divine Tribulations alike, Li Che regarded them all with an equal, unwavering focus.

Boom——

Li Che's stature expanded abruptly, his form becoming robust and powerful, with golden Qi and blood manifesting like a thick fog, pouring forth from his thirty-six thousand pores to envelop his perfect physique in a golden splendor!

His aura surged, akin to a divine being or a demonic entity!

A low hum resonated throughout the heavens and earth, as if echoing from the very depths of the Netherworld!

The entirety of Mo City appeared to become solidified!

"Oh soul..."

"Return!"

Soul Capturing... return to your rightful place!

The profound voice, like that of a supreme ruler within the Netherworld, opened its eyes of reincarnation, its gaze spiraling outward from unfathomable depths, piercing the firmament like a razor-sharp blade!

Rattle rattle——

As the command was uttered, chilling, metallic sounds reverberated, each chain stretching across the expanse of the sky, seemingly capable of tearing and shattering reality itself.

Above the mountains of blood and flesh in Mo City Fengdu, a sudden void formed, resembling an immense, profound black hole, roaring without cease, vast and immeasurable!

It appeared to serve as a gateway to another, silent and frigid realm!

Rattle rattle——

Numerous chains unfurled from the black hole, writhed wildly across the heavens and earth, as if ensnaring one bewildered specter after another.

A dense, dark mist emanated from the fractured void, slowly coalescing into indistinct figures.

Rumble——

Even the very fabric of the void seemed to buckle under an immense will emanating from the black mist, a presence that felt transmitted from beyond the Netherworld, sending shivers down the spine.