Chapter 469: You Even Dare Touch the Great Sage's Remains, the Great Sage Returns Over Mo City Fengdu【Seeking Monthly Tickets】
Boom—!!!
A terrifying aura, mixed with the sound of chains flailing and whips cracking, shatters the void, booming repeatedly!
The dead aura, corpse aura, divinity, Dao essence, and calamity forces—all kinds of power mingled together, black lightning‑like forces constantly intertwining and ravaging the emaciated figure standing atop the white jade slide.
Chaotic and surging Xuan energy bursts outward, striking all around, making space tremble like endless ripples!
Frenzied winds howl, terrifying ripples quake!
Chains flailed wildly like a horse‑tethered whip, lashing all around!
A mountain‑overturning, sea‑splitting pressure, vast and overwhelming, crushing heaven and earth, erasing everything!
Like a god, like a demon!
Terrifying to the extreme!
The withered, desolate figure has sat for millennia, only to guard Qi Tian today!
Li Che, wearing the Qi Tian mask, showed a look of utter shock in his eyes!
At this moment, the Dao fruits in his chest all fluttered delicately, each becoming highly active; among them, the Pure‑Heart Dao fruit erupted with an extreme warning!
Danger! Danger! Danger!!!
The void trembled, an invisible surge spreading in an instant!
A mighty aura, like a divine mountain soaring into the blue sky, was cut in half by terrifying power, crashing down, falling to the mortal realm like a world‑shaking seal, striking with an unstoppable force!
What a powerful, terrifying aura!
Even Li Che, at this moment, was horrified to the brink of collapse.
It seemed the most terrifying aura he had ever encountered!
The many Second Calamities Divine Tribulation Venerables present, before such aura, became infinitesimally small, unable even to manifest their own aura, being pressed back into their bodies!
It was an absolutely crushing level!
It was not a being of any single level!
"What is this..."
"Three Calamities Crossing! Divine Tribulation Supreme!"
Li Che's pupils contracted!
The Temple Guardian Cursed Corpse King of this Qi Tian Temple turned out to be a Divine Tribulation Supreme who had crossed the Three Calamities!
Crossing the Second Calamities makes one a Venerable; crossing the Three Calamities makes one a Supreme!
The raging pressure sweeping the sky, dancing wildly, covering heaven and earth, seemed to plunge the entire Qi Tian Nei Cheng into boundless oppression at this moment.
What shocked Li Che even more was that this emaciated figure was actually the Patriarch of Qi Tian Temple!
The Patriarch of the once world‑first Divine Sect!
He hadn't died!
Qi Tian Temple fell from its pinnacle for unknown reasons, the Nei Cheng sealed, and most of Qi Tian Temple's strong ones were buried.
When the Qi Tian Nei Cheng gates were previously wide open, seeing many Temple Guardian Cursed Corpses formed from past Qi Tian Temple masters, Li Che still thought all the temple's strong had perished.
But he never imagined that the Patriarch of Qi Tian Temple had withered in seat for millennia without dying, holding a single resolve to guard Qi Tian; now that the Qi Tian Nei Cheng reopens and people approach the Qi Tian Temple,
He completely broke his shackles, transforming into the Temple Guardian Cursed Corpse King!
Restoring his own aura and cultivation to peak condition!
Becoming a terrifying being of the Three Calamities Supreme rank!
Unstoppable…
Each Dao fruit in Li Che's chest warned him.
At this moment, Li Che also realized that even exhausting all means, he could not stop this Three Calamities Supreme!
Under the Qi Tian mask, Li Che's brows twitched slightly.
He sensed something was amiss.
He took an imperceptibly small step back, intending to distance himself.
As the head of the household, the pillar for his daughter Xixi and wife Zhang Ya, Li Che must constantly uphold the belief in preserving his life.
Even under the concealed aura of the Sleeping Dragon Elephant at its utmost, Li Che felt that this Patriarch‑turned Temple Guardian Cursed Corpse King, possessing Supreme‑level combat power, could certainly detect his trace.
Therefore, Li Che thought he needed to be more steady.
Boom—!!!
"Madman! Truly a madman!"
The Black Ox Demon God Sovereign, bearing the sea‑spanning violet‑gold beam, showed a horrified look in his eyes.
"To think he held his breath for millennia without perishing, just waiting to become the Temple Guardian Cursed Corpse King today! How can such an ancient thing exist!"
The Black Ox Demon God Sovereign muttered angrily.
At this moment, under the impact of the Supreme pressure, every strong one who breached the temple turned pale with horror.
Zhang Wuji, the sect master of the Purple Palace Divine Sect, his Dao robe fluttering, black hair streaming, his expression solemn yet tinged with respect: "Truly admirable belief..."
"Having withered in seat for millennia, already a waning figure, his combat power barely a tenth of its former, the Patriarch of Qi Tian Temple once stood at the pinnacle, himself a Three Calamities Supreme, and the third calamity also crossed two tribulations, making him the strongest of the age."
"But now, time, like a knife, has cut away his brilliance and power, and the reason he never hastened to become a Temple Guardian Cursed Corpse King is likely that he did not wish his strength to be eroded by the years."
"Even if he becomes the Temple Guardian Cursed Corpse King, his power will only wane with time, never returning to its peak."
"With the Nei Cheng opening and the Guiyi Miao emerging, inevitably attracting strong ones' covetous eyes, this Patriarch of Qi Tian Temple chose to incarnate as the Temple Guardian Cursed Corpse King, unleashing his peak combat power!"
Zhang Wuji inhaled deeply, his robe fluttering tightly against his body.
His eyes rippled with undulating waves.
"But how could this Patriarch of Qi Tian Temple, Fang Xinyuan, endure millennia of solitary withering, confront his own growing decay, and withstand the blade‑like passage of time—what kind of resolve allows such?"
"Qi Tian... Is guarding Qi Tian really that important? Is it worth it?!"
Zhang Wuji exhaled, steadying.
"Amitabha..."
"The Temple‑guarding Cursed Corpse King, just transformed, its power has not yet risen to the peak!"
"Everyone, don't hold back... Since you dared to breach the Qitian Temple, fear should already be prepared."
"We thought we would face a Temple‑guarding Cursed Corpse King sealed for ages, its aura exhausted, but we did not expect it to be a steadfast one that, holding its will for millennia, only transforms the corpse when confronting a crisis."
"Fortunately, the newly transformed Cursed Corpse King is also at its weakest!"
"All right, everyone, suppress together!"
The chanting of the Buddha's name rippled like sound waves, the Buddha's light shone skyward, yet it was chillingly cold.
Then a cicada‑pattern ascetic from the western Buddhist lands stepped onto the white‑jade slide, palms pressed together, his monk robe fluttering, his steady voice echoing endlessly.
"Who is the great enemy trying to block the founding patriarch of Qitian Temple, who staunchly defends it? Anyway... it shouldn't be us."
The Black Ox Demon God Sovereign gave a cold smile, curiosity aside, and with relentless motion, he violently slammed the sea‑purple golden beam onto the ground.
In the next instant, his five fingers tore open the void, reaching into the Qian Yuan space.
He violently yanked it out, and a colossal demon pill throbbed incessantly!
Thump thump thump—
Within the demon pill, radiant light flickered, and a robust, rope‑like substantive demon aura intertwined around.
Three calamity sigils on it burst forth a terrifying aura of the Three‑Calamity Demon God Supreme.
The Black Ox Demon God Sovereign hurled the demon pill outward!
In an instant, countless demon auras swirled together, divinity surging like a raging tide!
Boom—!!!
Space trembled violently as if it were a torn cloth!
A figure formed from converging demon aura, rooted in the Supreme Demon Pill, gradually solidified; its terrifying pressure made even space seem unable to bear it, raging outward.
The cicada‑pattern ascetic from the western Buddhist lands also drew a string of prayer beads, flung them fiercely; instantly the beads burst with brilliance, projecting a terrifying Great Buddha across the sky, whose aura was no weaker than that of the Demon God Supreme.
The Witch‑God Priest of Witch‑God Mountain produced a translucent finger bone, also enveloped in Supreme aura.
In the hands of the late Emperor Dàjǐng, Lu Wenchang, a gathering‑immortal banner appeared, its brilliance flickering as if a sovereign spanned across.
Zhang Wuji of the Purple Palace Divine Sect, and the Lady Guanyin of the Southern Sea Purple Bamboo Forest, both acted in turn.
One Supreme aura after another burst forth, soaring across the sky, fiercely suppressing the transformed Temple‑guarding Cursed Corpse King, the founding patriarch of Qitian Temple.
Clearly, these people came prepared.
They had even long anticipated that the Temple‑guarding Cursed Corpse King of Qitian Temple might be a being comparable to a Three‑Calamity Supreme level of power!
Boom—!!!
Waves of unimaginable pressure instantly enveloped the entire Qitian Nei Cheng, and the terrifying pressure even seeped into the Wai Cheng; this city spanning two realms violently shook at that moment!
In Qitian Nei Cheng.
Many cultivators nearly collapsed to the ground, crushed by this terrifying Supreme pressure.
They could only gasp heavily to ease the shock in their hearts!
Everyone gazed toward the direction of the Qitian Temple, their eyes flashing with horror and extreme shock.
Supreme pressure!
This time, the inheritance of Qitian Temple actually erupted into a Supreme‑level battle?!
Three‑Calamity Supreme, unseen among mortals!
In the mortal world, there may be Three‑Calamity‑level beings, but such beings cannot even set foot in the human realm, for they are too powerful; once they do, they face the absolute targeting of Heaven and Earth's will.
Of course, it's not entirely absolute; perhaps a Supreme can wield mysterious means to return to the human world.
Nevertheless, it is undeniable that the Three‑Calamity Supremes have long become legendary in the mortal world.
People have only heard the legends, never having seen their true forms.
And today, they felt the clash of Supreme pressures, as if a Supreme war were about to erupt!
Many people's expressions changed, and their hands exploring the palace grew increasingly swift.
Because the great battle had broken out, the Qitian Nei Cheng would soon undergo massive change; these cultivators, who came only for resources, naturally aimed to loot, racing against time.
They vied to secure resources when the Qitian Nei Cheng transformed.
And Qitian Nei Cheng, with the birth and revival of the Temple‑guarding Cursed Corpse King, echoed with terrifying roars throughout the city.
The scattered Temple‑guarding cursed corpses instantly flashed crimson eyes, roaring in response.
Chaos for a moment swept the entire Qitian Nei Cheng.
……
……
Qitian Temple towered atop the mountain peak, countless rolling eerie mists churned on both sides, cascading like a torrent waterfall!
Dead aura, shackles, and corpse aura ravaged across, wildly intertwining!
The emaciated ancestor of Qitian Temple transformed into the Temple‑guarding Cursed Corpse King, his aura seemingly restored to its peak, entering the realm of the Three‑Calamity Supreme!
Roaring upward, his mighty will surged, wildly swirling between Heaven and Earth.
"Guard Qitian!"
"Guard!"
"Fight!"
The sound thundered like a storm, exploding with a roar!
Corpse aura surged skyward; the ancestor of Qitian Temple thrust a horizontal fist, sweeping countless corpse auras, striking fiercely at the power of the Supreme Demon Pill summoned by the Black Ox Demon God Sovereign.
His unrivaled ferocity battered the demon form birthed from the Supreme Demon Pill, nearly tearing it apart.
Such an overbearing and fierce scene, simply astonishing!
Even the Black Ox Demon God Sovereign, at this moment, had his body trembling, shivering with fear, worried that the supreme demon elixir he had sacrificed would be blown apart outright!
Fortunately, the foundations of the Western Regions' Buddhist lands, Witch God Mountain, Dàjǐng, Purple Mansion Divine Sect, and Purple Bamboo Forest also took action, all being supreme-level power!
They almost turned into blazing suns rising across the sky, seeking to melt away the corpse qi and death qi of the Patriarch of Qitian Temple, to completely suppress him!
The domineering and fierce battle collided in midair; above Qitian Temple, even the void seemed to split, supreme-level aura constantly surging, third-disaster-level power coiling like flood dragons.
Boom—
As if rolling thunder exploded in the high heavens, a terrifying and oppressive aura surged without cease.
However, the temple-guarding corpse king was ultimately suppressed at this moment.
The supreme foundations of the major forces were unveiled, aiming to take advantage of the moment when the Patriarch of Qitian Temple had just become a corpse king, his strength not yet peaked, to completely suppress him!
"Truly formidable! Although what we have sacrificed are not the true incarnations of the various clans' supreme beings, they are still supreme foundation power, extraordinarily impressive!"
"This Patriarch of Qitian Temple, gravely injured and having sat in meditation for thousands of years, transformed into a corpse king, yet can still erupt with such tremendous power……"
"Could he possibly reverse-suppress our various clans' supreme power?"
The Black Ox Demon God Sovereign stared at the battle scene above the firmament where eerie mist covered it like a tide, and his cheek muscles twitched sharply.
Then he suddenly lifted the Jiahai Purple Gold Beam, took large strides, and, bearing the supreme aura, strode upstream along the inclined white jade slide.
He rushed into the Guiyi Miao!
He intended to take advantage of the moment when the temple-guarding corpse king was held back, charge into Qitian Temple, and seize that Ruyi Golden Hooped Rod, the Three Purities divine weapon!
The Black Ox Demon God Sovereign also clearly understood that whether the supreme foundations of the various forces could completely suppress the Patriarch of Qitian Temple was uncertain.
Therefore, he must immediately go contend and seize!
The demon clan has occupied Qitian Cheng for five hundred years, laying plans for so long; if they fail to obtain that divine weapon, what a tremendous loss it would be!
The Black Ox Demon God Sovereign was dispatched from the Ten Thousand Great Rivers, and he has waited in Qitian Cheng for five hundred years.
With the opportunity right before his eyes, how could he easily give it up!
"Where are the demon gods of the Ten Thousand Great Rivers? Follow this sovereign's charge!"
The Black Ox Demon God Sovereign bore the Jiahai Purple Gold Beam, his chilling demonic qi raging and surging skyward, he rushed toward Qitian Temple at breakneck speed.
The Green Lion Demon God, Water Spirit Demon God, and four other demon gods of the First Disaster, Three Tribulations realm, without the slightest hesitation, immediately followed!
On another side.
The Cicada Pattern Ascetic Monk pressed his palms together; behind him, a golden cicada floated up, its wings fluttering, and several other ascetic monks likewise followed.
He also ascended the white jade slide.
All factions also clearly understood that they must take advantage of the period when this terrifying supreme battle power's temple-guarding corpse king was delayed, to complete the collection of the divine weapon, and even……
The seizure of Qitian's corpse!
"The Fighting Buddha is originally our Buddhist holy Buddha; his corpse naturally ought to be guided back to our Buddhist gate!"
The Cicada Pattern Ascetic Monk chanted, Buddhist light shining everywhere, his speed swift as a galloping.
On another side, the former emperor of Dàjǐng swept his wide sleeve, also drifting forth; Zhang Wují of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect, the female Guanyin of the Purple Bamboo Forest, and the Witch God priest of Witch God Mountain also set out in succession!
Supreme-level power collided in the heavens above; even just the ripple drifting downward was enough to cause spatial undulation, making these Second Disaster venerables feel boundless pressure.
Yet nobody wanted to give up this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity!
Desiring to storm into Qitian Temple!
Li Che's chest throbbed with the Dragon-Elephant Golden Diamond Dao Fruit as he raised his head to glance at the supreme battle above, obscured by strange entities, where chains swept, demonic qi shattered, Buddhist light exploded; he only felt a terrifying qi mechanism that easily tore the firmament and shattered everything.
Supreme-level battle……
This is not something Li Che can currently withstand; those who have crossed the Three Disasters and mastered six or more calamity powers, supreme-level experts, are true existences standing at the pinnacle of the mortal world.
Such battles, he cannot intervene, so he simply pays no heed.
Although the aura is mighty, Li Che possesses the Immaculate Heart Dao Fruit, allowing him to disregard this pressure!
His target was locked onto the Second Disaster Black Ox Demon God Sovereign.
Taking the opportunity to look for a chance to strike!
Li Che tapped the ground with his toes, his body shooting forth instantly, blasting space apart as he trod upon the white jade slide, moving upstream!
The white jade plaza before the Guiyi Miao was vast and boundless.
Everyone came up the mountain, landing on the plaza, their gazes naturally fixed upon that resplendent palace, its radiance stretching ten million zhang.
Qitian Guiyi Miao!
The crowd's hearts surged.
And while the crowd was ascending the plaza before the Guiyi Miao.
Within Qitian Nei Cheng, all the temple-guarding corpses became frenzied, no longer launching attacks against cultivators seeking resources left by Qitian Temple.
As if they had received some summons.
Frenzied, they converged toward the direction of Qitian Peak, hoping to charge onto the plaza to block those intruding into the temple!
This scene was truly magnificent, shocking the heart and soul!
"A bunch of corpses, dead and yet still guarding…… truly laughable!"
The Black Ox Demon God Sovereign glanced at the shocking sight below, snorted, and said: "Qitian Temple…… who still guards it?! No one guards it!"
"You lot of dead folk can't even protect it!"
The Black Ox Demon God Sovereign's countenance turned cold.
Bang—
Demonic qi coiled about, like a hurricane filling the air, as he charged toward the tightly shut gates of the Guiyi Miao of Qitian Temple!
A distance of several hundred zhang could not possibly impede his form!
Not only the Black Ox Demon God Sovereign, but also the ascetic monks of the Western Regions' Buddhist lands, the former emperor of Dàjǐng, Zhang Wují of the Purple Mansion, and other Second Disaster powerhouses all set out in succession!
The Supreme War is beyond their interference, but the Supreme War is not the focus; the focus is the legacy and opportunity within the Qitian Temple!
Although the Black Ox Demon God says Qitian belongs to the demon race, and the cicada‑pattern ascetic monk of the Western Buddhist lands says Qitian belongs to the Buddhist sect… but in fact everyone knows.
Qitian……
It is the Prison Lotus camp!
At least, before the final fall, Qitian was one of the gods of the Prison Lotus camp!
Qitian represents the Prison Lotus!
And the factions behind the Black Ox Demon God and other strongmen share a consensus: to crush the Prison Lotus and sever its legacy!
Therefore, they must spare no effort in striking the Qitian Temple, dividing Qitian's legacy and divine weapons, leaving no chance for Qitian's revival!
The sea‑spanning purple‑gold beam was swung up by the Black Ox Demon God, like a massive pillar, thrusting forward fiercely, and with a "Dong" it slammed into the portal!
In an instant it emitted an incredibly heavy sound, like the beating of war drums!
Intangible ripples spread in circles, flooding with surges!
The portal was struck open with a crack, and a vast, mighty divinity raged out of the Guiyi Miao!
The Black Ox Demon God felt as if every pore on his body expanded!
He laughed heartily, shouldering the sea‑spanning purple‑gold beam and repeatedly charging forward!
Dong dong dong dong—!
Each charge poured out all his strength!
Finally, the tightly sealed portal was forced open, the auras of numerous strongmen erupted, calamity forces coiled, like a hundred boats battling the current, shooting toward the Qitian Temple!
All vying to be first, eager to lead!
The opportunity lies ahead; no one is willing to relinquish it easily, handing over the chance that could let them ascend the Third Calamity to strike the Supreme!
Li Che wore the Qitian mask, his eyes steady, the Sleeping Dragon Elephant fully awakened.
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It is also a full‑power dash, as if slipping through darkness, closely following the crowd.
The Qitian Temple's portal flung wide, countless divinities pouring out in a frenzy!
However, just as many strongmen were about to rush into the Qitian Temple, the sound of a roaring, surging river echoed.
Then, everyone's hearts trembled slightly.
They discovered a vast, righteous river sweeping across the sky, slamming down hard, blocking before them.
"Who?!"
The Black Ox Demon God charged ahead like a wild ox, and upon seeing the obstructing Vast Righteous River, he instantly roared with anger!
He swung the sea‑spanning purple‑gold beam down with a roar, intending to smash the river to pieces!
The river surged upward, forming a series of horizontal punches that slammed out!
Dong—
A terrifying collision roared outward.
The Vast Righteous River burst open, a Confucian robe fluttered, a figure drifted down, stepping back several paces on the white‑jade floor of the Guiyi Miao.
Handsome whiskers fluttered in the wind, the figure turned, revealing a refined face.
The Black Ox Demon God's aura was imposing; atop his towering, massive frame, demonic energy swirled violently, his copper‑bell eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the Confucian‑robe figure.
"Who are you?"
He did not recognize Fang Hanshu.
After all, the earlier Fang Hanshu was not particularly famous.
But Li Che, hidden in the darkness, felt a slight shock, somewhat puzzled and bewildered.
Grand Elder Fang Hanshu…
Why would he act at this moment?
And moreover, to confront directly this group of Second Calamity Venerables displaying their cultivation!
At this moment, aside from the four Demon Gods and Li Che, the strongmen present were essentially Second Calamity Realm masters; Fang Hanshu descended at this critical juncture, blocking the way.
Isn't this courting death?
Li Che did know Fang Hanshu's strength; he had stepped into the Divine Tribulation Realm.
But that was all—he had only just entered the Divine Tribulation Realm.
Even if the Grand Elder concealed the identity of a Hunt God Hall assassin, it was merely a title, granting no real boost in power.
Behind Fang Hanshu, the Vast Righteous River roiled wildly, gradually shaping in his hand into a white Vast Qi spear.
"Descendants of Qitian Temple, the unworthy Fang clan scions, Fang Hanshu."
"Today, I protect Qitian."
Fang Hanshu's Vast Qi spear twitched, his eyes lowered, he said calmly.
If not for his status as a Fang clan scion, Fang Hanshu would never have come to Qitian Cheng, nor bothered to.
"The Fang clan? The ancient Jiangnan Dao Fang family? That United Vast Academy… hoarding wealth, making the prosperous Jiangnan Dao, while the Fang clan suffers in poverty?"
The late Emperor Dàjǐng sneered and said a line.
He was all too familiar with this ancient family's true nature.
Although he knew the Fang clan was linked to Qitian Temple, the temple had been desolate for years, and the Fang clan no longer claimed the identity of its descendants.
"Indeed… so the descendants are unworthy."
Fang Hanshu gripped the spear diagonally, his handsome whiskers fluttering, he lifted his head, gazing at the Fang clan ancestor, who in the swirling strange mist transformed into the Temple‑guarding Cursed Corpse King, and sighed lightly.
The Fang clan's ancestral teachings and obsessions had long been completely forgotten.
After all, Qitian Temple had long perished, and the present Fang clan no longer considered themselves descendants of it.
Fang Hanshu does not recognize the present Fang family, having no connection with the current Fang family of Jiangnan Province, and the remaining heirs of the Qi Tian Temple are only him, Fang Hanshu, and his sister Fang Shangzhen.
In fact, Fang Hanshu once hesitated whether he should truly fight for a Divine Sect that had been annihilated for countless years, because fighting for it carries great risk, even the risk of death.
But when he saw the ancient ancestor of the Fang family, who, to protect Qi Tian, willingly sat desiccated for millennia, today channeling corpse qi and death qi into his body, becoming the Temple‑protecting Cursed Corpse King,
Fang Hanshu then understood the meaning of the family's obsession with protecting Qi Tian.
Emperor Dàjǐng, the late Lu Wenchang, looked at Fang Hanshu with indifference.
"Indeed you have courage, daring to step forward at this moment; unfortunately, you, a mere cultivator of the Disaster Realm, what can you possibly protect?"
"Is it meaningful to risk a life to protect a Qi Tian Temple deity that has nothing to do with you?"
Emperor Dàjǐng, Lu Wenchang, spoke with a hint of sneer.
The Black Ox Demon Sovereign, bearing the Jia Hai Purple Gold Beam, had murderous glints in his eyes; the Western Region Buddhist Land Cicada‑pattern Ascetic Monk wore a cold expression; Zhang Wuji of the Purple Mansion sighed softly; the Guanyin of the Purple Bamboo Forest remained expressionless…
Since Fang Hanshu intends to block them, effectively cutting off their opportunity, they naturally will not hold back.
Killing Fang Hanshu would be no crime.
Li Che, using the Sleeping Dragon Elephant technique, watched from the shadows and could not help but furrow his brows.
However.
Fang Hanshu merely smiled lightly, and the long spear formed from a vast river in his hand quivered.
"Scholars have a saying: sacrifice oneself for righteousness."
"The current Fang generation cannot let my foolish sister uphold the ancestors' great righteousness, can they?"
"Therefore, it falls to me."
Fang Hanshu turned back and glanced at the empty Qi Tian Temple that contained only a single stone coffin.
He exhaled softly.
"Qi Tian, you once allowed the Fang family to achieve glory."
"But now… the final protection."
"Qi Tian, Yulián, our Fang family… owes you nothing any longer."
"Grand Overseer, I beg you."
Fang Hanshu's beautiful beard fluttered wildly as his eyes suddenly burst with dazzling brilliance!
In the next instant, a warm‑glowing turtle shell appeared in Fang Hanshu's palm; his five fingers clenched hard, crushing the shell into pieces.
The aura around Fang Hanshu began to rise step by step!
Sacrifice oneself for righteousness!
Give up life for righteousness!
…
…
Shendu, Second City.
Eight‑corner double‑eave dripping‑water Qintian Treasure Tower.
Ninth Layer.
Divine aura intertwined over the emperor's visage, his form blurred, and golden qi continuously wove around him.
The interior of the Ninth Layer of the Treasure Tower was immensely spacious, boundlessly vast.
The Grand Overseer sat atop the Mysterious Turtle, a piece of turtle shell clenched in his hand.
At the entrance of the Ninth Layer.
Fang Shangzhen and Yue Taofu, the two Qintian Overseer Deputies, stood quietly.
"Qi Tian, Yulián, our Fang family… owes you nothing."
"Grand Overseer, I beg you."
Suddenly.
Throughout the Ninth Layer, a sudden resonant sound rang out, as if emanating from the turtle shell in the Grand Overseer's hand.
At the doorway, Fang Shangzhen suddenly lifted her head, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
"Hanshu?"
The Grand Overseer sighed lightly.
He raised his head; beneath his blurred visage, his eyes flickered.
It seemed he recalled the past, when a top scholar of the imperial exam visited him, claiming to be a lofty youth of the Qi Tian Temple heirs.
"It is Yulián…"
"We have owed you."
In the boundlessly vast Ninth Layer.
A soft sigh echoed.
…
…
Boom——!!!
When Fang Hanshu's aura rose step by step.
The Black Ox Demon Sovereign, the Cicada‑pattern Ascetic Monk, and the Shamanic Priest all showed slight changes in expression!
"Is this… the Grand Overseer's power? He is borrowing strength from Gongshu Guigu!"
"He is courting death! The heaven-and-earth power of Gongshu Guigu… he definitely cannot bear it!"
"Protect Qi Tian? So many years have passed; what is there left to protect?! Sacrificing life to guard! Fool!"
The muttered curses rang on without end.
The many strong ones who had forced open the Qi Tian Temple gate no longer hesitated, erupted in unison, and surged toward Fang Hanshu to strike him, intending to suppress him!
The power of the Grand Overseer…
They certainly would not dare to underestimate it.
Even the supreme leaders of the major factions would not dare to underestimate Grand Overseer Gongshu Guigu.
Because…
This man.
Can represent the will of Heaven and Earth!
Moreover, time is extremely urgent; after all, the supreme foundation they displayed is not the supreme himself arriving, but merely a delay of that ever‑growing aura of the Temple‑guarding Cursed Corpse King!
Therefore, they must settle it quickly and decisively!
Before Guiyi Miao, a powerful and terrifying aura erupted with a roar!
Demonic qi, Buddha light, divinity, and disaster‑calamity power—various forces swept like a hurricane; the void quivered like torn cloth, and cracks interwove densely!
Li Che lifted his hand and gently brushed the Qi Tian visage on his face.
He exhaled slowly.
Li Che actually harbored no particular obsession with protecting Qi Tian.
He simply thought that if the Great Sage's corpse fell into these guys' hands…
It would indeed be an insult to Qi Tian.
Do they even have the right to lay a hand on the Great Sage's remains?!
Of course, if it truly proved impossible, Li Che would not force a fight; he would retreat when needed. Living in this world is like treading thin ice, and steadiness has always been Li Che's primary survival principle.
However, everything has now been arranged…
First unleash a wave, then talk!
"Make a move!"
His spirit flickered.
Li Che's Qi Tian visage suddenly rose, he placed a single step, and the whole body slipped out silently and swiftly.
At the same time.
The Green Lion, Spirit Water, Nine‑Eyed and Giant‑Claw—four great disaster‑calamity demon gods—also erupted demonic qi, and, trailing behind the Black Ox Demon God Sovereign, they suddenly accelerated, closing in on the Black Ox Demon God Sovereign!
Carrying the sea‑spanning golden beam, the Black Ox Demon God Sovereign was delivering a terrifying strike toward Fang Hanshu, at the moment when the old power had just faded and the new power had not yet arisen.
Abruptly, the four demon gods simultaneously unleashed their full power, ignoring the hierarchical suppression of the demon race, and attacked the Black Ox Demon God Sovereign.
Bang bang bang bang—!!!
The Black Ox Demon God Sovereign was caught completely off guard!
Demonic qi exploded, skin tore open, blood sprayed!
"What are you doing?!"
"Looking for death!!!"
The Black Ox Demon God Sovereign was both shocked and enraged, his killing intent raging like a torrent!
What's happening?!
Why are they attacking him?!
Suddenly.
The Black Ox Demon God Sovereign lifted his head and discovered a massive black portal crashing down with a roar, instantly swallowing him.
Fang Hanshu's aura rose step by step, and the magnificent spear in his hand trembled incessantly.
He suddenly looked up, his eyes fixed on the huge city gate that had swallowed the Black Ox Demon God Sovereign.
Fang Hanshu instantly recognized it.
It was…
Mo City Fengdu!
The Underworld!
Above the Fengdu City Gate.
The Divine Monkey stood upright like a staff, golden qi and blood bursting forth, wildly dancing behind him, as if a cloak draped for a thousand miles!
As if…
The Great Sage returns!
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