Chapter 474: Golden Eyes Opening in the Stone Coffin, The Great Revival of Qi Tian
Qi Tian Temple!
Inside the temple, the venting currents raged and intertwined continuously, and the terrifying calamity power of the Second Disaster Divine Tribulation cultivators struck like a tornado, unceasing!
But at this very moment, within the temple, numerous Second Disaster Divine Tribulation cultivators felt an unparalleled massive pressure!
Hair‑raising!
The scene, like something out of a horror story, made the strong ones present shiver, their eyes filled with disbelief.
And the head of the Purple Palace Divine Sect, Zhang Wuji, after letting out an incredulous shout, decisively withdrew, sheathing the silver carving, turning into a flash of light, and fled backward at speed.
It only took two or three breaths, and they had retreated to the entrance of Qi Tian Temple!
The other Second Disaster Divine Tribulation elders did not react as strongly as Zhang Wuji, though the revival of Qi Tian… truly gave them a sense of dread.
After all, it is a legendary deity!
Even the weakest deity is far beyond what these Second Disaster Divine Tribulation elders can contend with, and even… even a Supreme cannot face a deity directly!
Unable to contend with a deity!
Therefore, no one mocked Zhang Wuji's strong reaction; it was an instinctual survival display.
Inside Guiyi Miao, the atmosphere grew extremely tense, suffocating!
Even a hint of noise was absent.
It seemed only the treasured staff standing behind the stone coffin swayed left and right, vibrating the air, its faint airflow ripples indicating that time had not frozen or paused.
The coffin opened by itself…
The Mixed‑Primordial Ruyi Golden Hoop Staff surged forward, towering among them…
It quivered left and right, like cheers and surges!
Such a sight was overwhelmingly shocking, giving a horror that seemed to make one's blood congeal.
The Cicada‑pattern Ascetic, the late Emperor Dàjǐng, the female Guanyin, and the Witch God Priest of Witch God Mountain—four Second Disaster Divine Tribulation elders—did not react as strongly as Zhang Wuji.
Although nervous, they did not instantly turn and flee, barely escaping the Qi Tian Temple.
"Qi Tian… truly died and revived?"
"Impossible! How could the current Qi Tian revive?!"
The Cicada‑pattern Ascetic said gravely.
"The daughter of Prison Lotus has not yet broken through to the divine tribulation… the fate of Prison Lotus has not yet turned; Qi Tian cannot revive!"
The Cicada‑pattern Ascetic hails from the Western Buddhist Land, backed by the Black Xumi divine camp, so they seem to know many secrets.
"I don't believe it!"
The cicada pattern over the ascetic's eyes seemed to come alive, blazing like fierce flames!
"I also don't believe it; the gods said… for Qi Tian to revive, the conditions are harsh, it may fall into eternal slumber, completely perish…"
"After all, in the previous divine tide, Prison Lotus collapsed and was defeated, all its gods perished in battle… even establishing a Guiyi Miao to ferry rebirth is no easy task."
The late Emperor Dàjǐng, Lü Wenchang, wore a fluttering golden dragon robe, wielded a massive dragon flag spear, its banner soaring, his aura as profound as an abyss, unfathomable!
Second Disaster Divine Tribulation elders, placed among mortals, already belong to a peerless sovereign!
Their mindset is extraordinary, capable of confronting any oddity.
Thus, they did not hastily flee the temple, abandoning Qi Tian's remains and the Ruyi Golden Hoop Staff, such unparalleled divine weapons!
"I want to see… whether Qi Tian truly revived!"
"Even if it just revived, it cannot regain divine power; what's frightening?"
The late Emperor Dàjǐng, Lü Wenchang, said coldly.
Behind them stood the major camps, all with their own purposes.
Naturally, they could not be frightened by a scene of a coffin opening automatically.
Buzz—
The massive dragon flag spear in hand whirled sharply, as if the void itself were being pierced!
His golden dragon robe fluttered, as if golden fortune draped around him like threads; his golden boots stepped forward forcefully, arriving before the coffin.
Golden light glittered in his eyes, ever vigilant, gazing into the coffin and probing!
There is the risk of being the first to act, but besides that risk, there are unexpected benefits of seizing the initiative!
If Qi Tian has not revived, the late Emperor Dàjǐng, Lü Wenchang, would be closer to Qi Tian's corpse than others!
And now, atop the stone coffin, there is not only Qi Tian's corpse…
But also the Ruyi Golden Hoop Staff!
These… are all opportunities!
And opportunity, the brave obtain!
The ascetic from the Western Buddhist Land also hesitated, unsure whether to set out.
The female Guanyin of the South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest lifted her bare feet, took a small step forward, lingering in hesitation!
The Witch God Priest of Witch God Mountain showed no movement, even sharing with Zhang Wuji a sense of wanting to retreat.
In the end, after a pause, they looked at the scene of the late Emperor Dàjǐng, Lü Wenchang, approaching Qi Tian's stone coffin.
And not only them; even Li Che's mind gradually calmed at this moment.
His eyes flickered uncertainly, a hint of surprise lingering in his heart.
Qi Tian revived?
Is it possible?
Li Che, whose face was scorched by violet fire leaving only a golden skull, seemed to show a trace of anticipation.
Li Che even speculated whether it was because he had obtained the Mixed‑Primordial Ruyi Golden Hoop Staff.
Thus stimulating the revival of Qi Tian's remains?
"Is it because this Sanqing‑rank divine weapon contains divine spirit aura? Though I have not yet stimulated or unsealed the divine spirit aura… but since I have mastered it, causing this divine weapon to recognize its master, therefore… therefore the divine spirit aura hidden within it was stimulated to the Qi Tian remains?"
Li Che's mind stormed with thoughts.
This possibility is great!
In other words, the chance of Qi Tian's revival is great!
Li Che was instantly stirred.
His eyes flashed.
His five fingers clenched forcefully!
Buzz—
Li Che vanished in an instant, teleporting to the side of the Qi Tian stone coffin; the opening crack, moving with the slight shift of the coffin lid, widened rapidly!
Emperor‑preceding Lu Wenchang of Dàjǐng, with auspicious qi enveloping him, eyes blazing like torches, the golden light in his pupils filled with a fierce glow, as if burst from the Nine Netherworld!
Li Che's five fingers clenched, the Three‑pointed Double‑edged Knife trembled, and although the Mixed Origin Qi Tian Ruyi Golden Hoop Staff has now recognized its master and become his divine weapon.
But now it seems unable to be used.
Li Che could only wield the Three‑pointed Double‑edged Knife against the enemy!
The power of the Dao Tribulation, divinity, and qi‑blood… intertwined and spiraled.
The impact entered the Three‑pointed Double‑edged Knife, tearing a vortex within the divine weapon as if breaking a human Qimen shackles!
Divine weapon, unseal again!
Divine spirit aura!
Booming like a breached river, it surged out in a raging, howling flood!
"Everyone! Since you don't wish to be the one singled out, block him; don't let him interfere with my probing whether Qi Tian has revived!"
Lu Wenchang strode forward, his auspicious qi and golden light rippling endlessly!
His aura was imposing, rippling like an ocean; each step shook the entire Divine Gate Strange Temple!
The cicada‑pattern ascetic monk did not hesitate, swinging his monk staff fiercely, striking the golden bowl, causing it to reverberate and hurl toward Li Che!
On the other side, the white veil behind the woman Guanyin billowed like soaring clouds, and a pure sheep‑fat jade bottle appeared in her hand!
The witch‑god priest of Witch‑God Mountain thought for a moment, a bone tooth materialized in his hand and was suddenly hurled out!
At the same time, the divine weapon's unsealing was completed, erupting divine spirit aura!
Boom— it slammed horizontally toward Li Che!
Bang bang bang—
In the instant the three auras collided, Lu Wenchang suddenly burst into speed; already extremely close to the stone coffin, he now leapt across and arrived at its side!
The Great Dragon Banner Spear in his hand whirled its banner sharply; in an instant the spearhead swirled like a hurricane, thrusting boldly toward the divine weapon treasure staff standing within the coffin!
Clang—!!!
The spear tip collided with that treasure staff!
A violent recoil force instantly riddled Lu Wenchang's entire arm, which held the Great Dragon Banner Spear, with cracks, blood spraying profusely!
"I feel it… the force! An incomparable, terrifying force!"
Lu Wenchang's complexion turned slightly pale.
As if…
Someone grasped the other end of the treasure staff from within the coffin, exerting force that nullified Lu Wenchang's unreserved thrust!
Lu Wenchang's face involuntarily trembled—could it be… truly alive?
The dead deity, so abruptly revived?
How could this be possible?!
Lu Wenchang didn't believe it!
The Great Dragon Banner Spear pressed against the Ruyi Golden Hoop Staff; his whole body kept leaning forward, looking toward the opened coffin gap!
He wanted to peer through the gap to see clearly whether the monkey‑like figure inside the coffin had truly revived!
"Ah—!!!"
Lu Wenchang let out a low roar!
His whole body blazed with dazzling golden light, and his eyes were already widened to the utmost!
He saw it!
He is about to see it!
…
…
Above the Qi Tian Nei Cheng.
The darkness kept roiling, and after the strange mist, an inexplicable crimson blood hue emerged!
In an instant, the expansion engulfed the entire Qi Tian Nei Cheng, as if the sky of the Divine Gate had turned blood‑red!
Anomalies stretched for ten thousand miles! Overwhelming the heavens and earth!
And above the firmament.
The supreme foundations of the major forces collided with the supreme of the temple‑guarding cursed corpse king formed by the founder of Qi Tian Temple, as if the curtain had completely fallen, and everything suddenly became quiet.
It seemed there was not even a single sound.
Yet within the Qi Tian Nei Cheng, it remained a dead silence.
Many strong cultivators, their bodies trembling, raised their heads; under the supreme pressure, only the power to lift their heads remained.
They looked upward; amid the blood‑red expanse, the strange mist was instantly torn apart!
Lu Taibai, Lu Qiankun, and many other calamity cultivators who had not yet fled the Qi Tian Nei Cheng lifted their heads, pupils constricted, and strained to observe.
At once, the thick, strange fog covering the sky above the Qi Tian Nei Cheng was seen, like massively shattered bubbles, smoke and clouds dissipated, leaving not a speck drifting in the air…
Hoo hoo hoo hoo—
Above the heavens, the supreme essence of each major faction dimmed!
For example, the cinnabar furnace once summoned by Zhang Wuji, the Buddhist prayer beads offered by the cicada‑patterned ascetic monk of the Western Buddhist lands, the Supreme Demon Pill offered by the Black Ox Demon God Sovereign, the dual‑faced Lotus Platform offered by the maiden Guanyin, and a finger bone from the foundation of the priest of Witch God Mountain!
Terrifying death aura and corpse aura swirled wildly, ravaging the world between heaven and earth.
"Roar!"
The Patriarch of the Fang clan let out a long howl, cursed sigils whirling over his body, countless chains seeming to spread from the Nine Abyss, wildly flailing.
Bang—!!!
The five supreme essences instantly dimmed completely, struck by the outpouring of terrifying power!
The Supreme Demon Pill exploded and burst completely!
Each Buddhist prayer bead cracked, its light fully dimmed, losing its luster.
And the Lotus Platform was pierced through, losing its divinity.
The finger bone shattered into powder, the cinnabar furnace sank in as if it had been repeatedly kicked hard.
Everyone fixed their gaze on the heavens, and within that rolling, tide‑like supreme pressure, it seemed they saw the stagnation of time and space.
After a moment of stagnation, extreme velocity turbulence followed!
Bang—
The five supreme essences appeared frozen in mid‑air; after the motion resumed, they became like five streams of light, crushing space, and were blasted away by the Patriarch of the Fang clan with an extremely terrifying force!
They burst toward the rolling region of endless strange fog beyond the Qi Tian Nei Cheng, disappearing as if no trace remained.
Whirl whirl—
One chain after another coiled around the body.
Having guarded for millennia, the nearly effortless Fang Patriarch roared continuously at this moment.
The emaciated, withered old child, ferociously outrageous, unleashed a rage and ferocity utterly mismatched to its size!
Undoubtedly…
This battle where the supreme essence sought to suppress the Temple‑Guardian Corpse King has drawn its curtain!
The five supreme essences, after all, were not personally supreme; they were forcefully blasted away!
And after the supreme essences were blasted away.
The Temple‑Guardian Corpse King abruptly turned its head, its eyes flashing with terrifying dim light; death aura and corpse aura surged like tides, boldly descending in impact, causing the entire Qi Tian Nei Cheng to quake and be washed over.
Many felt a dread of impending disaster, each shivering all over, as if falling into an ice cellar.
Boom—
Stepping out, countless death and corpse auras swirled behind like a draping cloak thousands of miles long!
After the Temple‑Guardian Corpse King shattered the supreme essences of the major powers, it finally began returning to the Qi Tian Temple, to resolve the matters occurring within the Qi Tian Temple and to protect Qi Tian!
The entrance of the Qi Tian Temple.
Zhang Wuji fled here, essentially withdrawing from the Qi Tian Temple, yet he stretched his neck to look inside, still paying attention to what was happening within the temple.
When the supreme clash above the Qi Tian Nei Cheng drew its curtain.
His complexion couldn't help but change slightly.
A pang of sorrow rose as the supreme cinnabar furnace was dented, lost its divinity, and was flung into an unknown spot within the strange void.
For Zhang Wuji, of course, his heart ached terribly!
That was the supreme essence of the Purple Palace Divine Sect!
"Indeed… still can't be stopped?"
Zhang Wuji looked up.
Holding a silver carving in his hand, he pondered for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the Guiyi Miao, considering possible scenarios; clenching his teeth, he unhesitatingly let his robe flutter, the whole figure like a white crane spreading its wings, soaring swiftly beyond the Qi Tian Nei Cheng.
To live long, the first element is steadiness!
When facing danger, one must learn to discern!
Do not be reckless!
Only then can one live long!
Rumble rumble—
Supreme pressure surged like a tide, continuously blasting toward the Guiyi Miao.
However.
Just as Zhang Wuji retreated to the doorway of the Qi Tian Nei Cheng, his eyes narrowed slightly.
His beard and hair fluttered, his robe tattered, he looked up and saw the Patriarch of the Qi Tian Temple, transformed into the Temple‑Guardian Corpse King, now frozen mid‑air.
Originally eager, like a fledgling swallow returning to its nest, as if time and space were frozen, it stood rigidly in mid‑air.
"Roar—!!!"
Originally about to return to the Guiyi Miao, the Temple‑Guardian Corpse King protecting the Qi Tian relics suddenly turned, its chains wildly flailing behind it, its eyes emitting dim light, fixed intently on the heavens above the Qi Tian Nei Cheng!
Zhang Wuji exhaled.
"In the end, it still came…"
"The heart of the Prison Lotus is indeed fiercely suppressed!"
His words finished.
The Temple‑Guardian Corpse King then enveloped the rolling death and corpse auras, roaring upward, its supreme pressure growing ever stronger, like a surging ocean!
However…
Above the Qi Tian Nei Cheng, atop the endless crimson heavens.
A massive hand suddenly appeared, its palm lines rendered in fine detail, extremely clear.
Boom!
The huge palm slammed down fiercely, colliding with the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King!
The Corpse King's flesh trembled violently, as if about to burst apart; pitch‑black blood, laced with death qi and corpse qi, plop plop fell like cut black jade orbs, scattering across the ground.
The massive hand, shrouded in a terrifying aura, gradually condensed into a fat‑headed, big‑eared monk, kind‑eyed and benevolent, his whole body enveloped in Buddha Light!
"Amitabha, Qitian Nei Cheng... at last the humble monk has found a place within the Strange Demon Palace."
The fat‑headed, big‑eared monk laughed heartily.
In the monk's hand he held a string of completely dimmed prayer beads, which were the Supreme Essence previously offered by the cicada‑pattern ascetic monk!
And the aura emanating from this fat‑headed, big‑eared monk could also be a Supreme Qi Mechanism!
The void tore open!
Interwoven rifts continuously appeared, and a figure stepped out from them.
It was a Heavenly Soldier Divine General clad in mysterious silver armor, his cape fluttering, holding a Gathering Immortal Banner worn down of divine nature; his face blurred and twisted, yet an extremely cold aura surged forth.
The many Supreme Essences that the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King had flung away returned one by one at this moment...
And each returned bearing a Third Disaster‑level Supreme Strongman!
These Supreme Strongmen are unseen in the mortal world, yet within the Strange Demon Palace they can erupt freely, unimpeded!
The Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, transformed from the Fang Patriarch, wildly swung his chain behind, confronting the five Supreme Strongmen.
The auras of these five Supremes were clearly stronger than that of the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King formed from the Fang Patriarch; after all, the Patriarch who had just become a Corpse King still lacked the power to ascend back to the pinnacle.
At the doorway.
Zhang Wuji inhaled sharply.
"Indeed it succeeded; the so‑called Supreme Essence is both a means to restrain the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King and a positioning method..." "This is the true back‑hand and arrangement of the major factions' strongmen!"
Zhang Wuji shook his head.
"What a pity; had we been able to seize the Qitian Relic and the Ruyi Golden Cudgel before the Supremes from Black Su Mi, Dark Heavenly Court, and Strange Demon Palace arrived according to the positioning of the Supreme Essence, it would still count as a great achievement..."
"Now, the merit has greatly diminished..."
"But fortunately... it's finally about to end."
Zhang Wuji was no longer eager to flee; nevertheless, he remained standing at the doorway.
"Although Qitian Nei Cheng lies within the Strange Demon Palace, the palace is boundlessly vast, and Qitian Nei Cheng sits at the junction of the Inner and Earthly Strange Palaces... ever shifting, virtually impossible to locate."
"Therefore, this opening of Qitian Cheng becomes a prime opportunity to locate and lock onto Qitian Nei Cheng!"
Zhang Wuji crossed his arms and gently shook his head.
His gaze turned toward the Qitian Temple.
"It's over..."
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"Even if Qitian revives, what then?"
"A freshly revived Qitian cannot change anything; a more terrifying presence will come to crush it."
"Yùlián... during this divine tide surge, must be completely eradicated!"
At the moment Zhang Wuji felt deeply moved.
Above the heavens.
The Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, whose flesh seemed about to crack open, hair flying, chain whipping behind him.
Facing the five Supremes, the Corpse King appeared to tremble slightly.
Suddenly...
The Corpse King slowly turned his head, casting a glance at the Qitian Temple behind him.
In his previously chaotic eyes, a clear brightness gradually emerged.
"Master..."
"Disciple... did my best."
The next moment.
The Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King spun around violently!
His whole body surged with corpse qi; within his spine, eight vortexes where death qi and corpse qi converged detonated with a roar!
It was strikingly similar to the detonation of the Eight Extraordinary Gates!
After detonating death qi and corpse qi...
The sky over Qitian Nei Cheng was once again shrouded in rolling darkness!
The Corpse King surged into the clouds!
One against five!
Just as he has sat desiccated in Qitian Nei Cheng for millennia without regret.
Today, fighting to the point of being shattered to dust, turning to ash.
And still without regret!
A dim orange light.
It drifted gently through the alleyways, illuminating.
The tremors of Qitian Nei Cheng reached Wai Cheng, causing Wai Cheng to quake violently without cease.
In front of the restaurant.
The boss pinched a cigarette between two fingers, the smoke rose as it burned, wavering crookedly…
Xixi sat on the chair, holding a rice ball in her hand, rice grains staining the corner of her mouth, she lifted her head and stared blankly at the scene formed by countless coalescing wisps of smoke.
In the scene…
It was the Temple‑guarding Cursed Corpse King, charging headlong into the heavens to battle the Five Lords, opponents so powerful they seemed invincible.
"Boss… he'll die, right?"
A hint of sadness inexplicably rose in Xixi's eyes.
"Hmm, he'll die, even if he was already dead… but the death of body and spirit isn't true death; only complete eradication from the world is death."
The boss took a drag of his rolled cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and replied.
"Why does he do this?"
Xixi took a small bite of the rice ball; even though the boss's rice ball was delicious, she suddenly felt she had lost her appetite.
"Because… he's a good kid."
The boss brushed off the ash, a trace of sorrow also appearing in his eyes.
"Back then he was the illegitimate son of a noble house head, nearly killed by the legitimate heirs, and by fate obtained a fire‑brand staff that housed a sleeping monkey. The monkey taught him cultivation, taught him to grow stronger and bigger, taught him how to conduct himself, taught him not to fear authority…"
"They depended on each other for life, surviving through hundreds of springs, autumns, winters, and summers."
"Later, the monkey died."
"The monkey had protected him all his life; now it's his turn to protect the monkey."
"That's all."
"He taught his successors, his children, that they too must protect the monkey… but he knew those children might not obey his will, so he kept persisting to survive, barely clinging to the world… only for today's protection."
"He's not unafraid of death; he's plainly a child who fears pain."
"When time cuts into him, it hurts a lot."
"But he's just a good kid who respects teachers and the Dao."
The boss said softly.
Dog Lord let out a howl, his chin resting on his two paws, and sighed lightly.
The world is harsh; Dog Lord sighed.
Xixi, for no apparent reason, also let out a sigh.
She couldn't help thinking of many things.
If one day the father who has always protected her dies, would she, like this Temple‑guarding Cursed Corpse King, spare no effort to protect her father?
Would she?
Xixi took a heavy bite of the rice ball!
She would!
Xixi, Great Emperor, definitely will!
……
……
Inside the Qitian Temple.
The interior space was vast and boundless.
Before the stone sarcophagus, myriad powerful auras constantly collided, as if everything had frozen at this moment.
A complete silence settled, a total solidification and freeze.
The late Emperor Dàjǐng, Lu Wenchang, pressed his Great Dragon Banner Spear against the Ruyi Golden Hoop Staff, craned his neck, and saw the stone sarcophagus lid pushed aside…
His gaze fell inside.
However, the expression on Lu Wenchang's face hardened completely.
Because…
Lu Wenchang met a pair of eyes.
A pair of huge, dazzling golden eyes opened.
Just a glance.
Lu Wenchang felt the will in his mind seem to completely detach from his body, as if a terrifying force hammered it to pieces!
"Ah—!!!"
A howl of agony; a large mouthful of fresh blood spewed from Lu Wenchang's mouth.
Clutching the Great Dragon Banner Spear, he retreated at lightning speed.
Thump thump thump.
Each step he took cracked the floor tiles of Qitian Temple, spreading spider‑web‑like fissures.
That extremely mournful scream…
But it terrified everyone.
The Cicada‑pattern Ascetic, the Female Guanyin, and the Wushen Mountain Priest—three powerful figures who together suppressed the Underworld Ghost Emperor—were also the three Divine Calamity Honored Ones who constantly monitored the coffin's situation, and their hair stood on end!
They looked at the stumbling, staggered retreat of Lu Wenchang.
They saw the late Emperor Dàjǐng, his entire aura of golden light shattered, his eyes exploding, countless blood streams flowing down, and a huge gash split his forehead.
His Heaven‑and‑Earth Dao soul within was being torn apart inch by inch…
Sss—
Such a tragic state!
They could no longer concern themselves with Li Che's entanglement.
Lu Wenchang's dire condition already explained everything!
That stone coffin has a problem!
Or rather…
Qi Tian Temple deity…
It truly died and revived!
"Run!"
Boom—
The cicada-pattern ascetic monk who had shouted the loudest earlier tucked away his golden bowl, turned, and fled at high speed away from Guiyi Miao.
And the Underworld Ghost Emperor, that is Li Che, was instantly ignored.
Li Che gripped the three-pointed double-edged blade, its blade continuously trembling.
He turned his head toward the stone coffin.
"Snap—!"
A withered, monkey‑hair‑covered palm slapped the edge of the stone coffin.
Clack—
The incredibly sturdy stone coffin, made of some unknown resilient material…
Yet the coffin lid alone required Li Che to unleash all his strength to move.
With a single slap, a crack instantly appeared.
Li Che's eyes narrowed.
Between heaven and earth, the atmosphere seemed incomparably stagnant, as if completely frozen!
An unparalleled pressure, an unimaginable divine might…
It spread vast and mighty.
Thump thump thump—
It was the sound of a beating heart.
Like war drums beating, rhythmic and resonant, as if all heartbeats were being controlled…
Ready to burst as the war drums quickened.
Li Che's pure-hearted Dao fruit trembled, his seven-orifice exquisite heart radiated divine power, allowing him to easily break free of constraints.
Yet his eyes couldn't help showing a hint of excitement.
Blood‑stained Lu Wenchang, the cicada-pattern ascetic monk who had just fled to Guiyi Miao's gate, the female Guanyin, and the Wushen Mountain priest…
All were so tormented that their divine natures became chaotic.
"Run!"
Boom—!!!
The gates of Qi Tian Temple suddenly slammed shut!
The terrifying roar raised a raging gale.
It violently swept away the three venerables of the Second Disaster Calamity Realm.
Lu Wenchang's eyes were blood‑stained; he could see nothing, even the heavens‑earth Dao soul was shattered, unable to perceive anything…
He lost his sense of the world!
A dignified Second Disaster Calamity Venerable, yet he lost perception of the world.
What a terrifying thing.
Suddenly…
Inside the stone coffin.
The Mixed-Primordial Ruyi Golden Hoop Staff suddenly elongated with a pop…
It pierced Lu Wenchang's chest.
Then, dragging Lu Wenchang's body, it slammed hard against the tightly closed gates of Qi Tian Temple.
Thud—a muffled sound.
Lu Wenchang's life was cut off; he died completely.
And inside the stone coffin.
A emaciated, skin‑and‑bone hairy monkey slowly sat up, back against the stone coffin, its fluffy arms resting at its sides, golden eyes slightly dazed, first looking at Li Che.
It tilted its head.
Then it turned its head, staring through Guiyi Miao's dome.
"Alas…"
"Foolish disciple."
(End of chapter)
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