Chapter 476: with translation of chapter title

Boom—

The whole Qitian Nei Cheng shook violently, as if every brick could not stay steady, trembling violently, cracks appearing, hot air hissing up.

Terrifying divinity, like a hurricane sweeping, howling through every corner of Qitian Nei Cheng, divine might vast and mighty, as if it completely darkened the sky, losing its luster!

Even, this aura passed through the gate of Qitian Nei Cheng and reached Qitian Wai Cheng, causing many cultivators scratching their heads in curiosity about what happened inside Qitian Nei Cheng to turn pale with shock!

Of course, there were also cultivators who fled from Qitian Nei Cheng, who briefly described the situation inside, saying that a supreme battle had broken out in the inner city!

A supreme being came across and engaged in a bloody battle with the ancestor of Qitian Temple who had sat cross‑legged for thousands of years without dying!

Moreover, some said that the Qitian Temple deity seemed to have revived, a living ancient spirit resurrected in this era, extremely terrifying!

The cultivators in Qitian Wai Cheng who could not enter the inner city were instantly dumbfounded, staring speechless, each feeling dazed.

Temple deity revived, ancient spirit awakening in this era?

That is a deity!

Boom—

The pitch‑black gate of Qitian Wai Cheng shuddered violently once again!

Someone widened their eyes, for from that gate a figure released an overwhelming terrifying pressure, as if it twisted the void and made the winds and clouds change color!

The aura of a Second Disaster venerable was terrifying, even more so than a bursting mountain flood!

Zhang Wují, sect leader of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect, fled from the inner city; his immortal‑wind‑dao‑bone bearing, his face extremely grim, his whole body seemingly trembling slightly.

On his palm he held a silver‑crafted disc, releasing an unabsorbed deity aura; this was an unsealed divine weapon, its pressure sweeping like a storm, making the cultivators of the outer city feel unable to breathe.

Zhang Wují took a deep breath, his beard and hair flying, his dao robe fluttering, the shrine behind him trembling continuously—it was the temple deity fused with him, giving a warning.

It warned that an extremely terrifying crisis was about to occur in the inner city.

So Zhang Wují did not linger there, he fled without hesitation.

Just as he could, without hesitation, retreat the moment he saw the stone coffin's Qitian remains open their eyes, besides his own vigilance, there was also the warning from the shrine behind him.

In fact, his choice was correct.

Hum—

The gate trembled slightly, and in the darkness another stream of figures darted out.

They were Lü Tai Bai, Lü Qian Kun, plus the governors Ye Pengju and Wang Kui of the Dàjǐng Temple Office, who had just broken through to First Disaster martial god status.

Originally, Lü Tai Bai and Lü Qian Kun still wanted to hold on a bit longer, to see the final situation clearly.

But when the gates of the Qitian Temple swung wide open.

As footsteps echoed, an unsurpassable aura burst from the temple, shooting into the heavens, impossible to behold!

"Qitian!"

"Qitian Temple deity!"

"Fighting Prison Lotus Holy Saint Qitian!"

Several people fled from the inner city, exchanged a glance, and were left only with shock bordering on despair.

In this lifetime, they actually got to see the scene of a deity's revival—truly not wasted.

Lü Tai Bai's silver hair flew, the Tai Bai sword in his sleeve trembling constantly, his face showing a hint of complexity.

Fang Han Shu…… and Li Che……

What exactly is the situation?

With a deity revived and that storm erupting, Qitian Nei Cheng is no longer a place these divine tribulation cultivators can ascend to.

However, Lü Tai Bai does not worry about Li Che, for the netherworld's mystery is impenetrable to him, and moreover the netherworld's miraculous, strange shifting technique, together with Mo City Fengdu…

In this world anyone could die suddenly, but the netherworld's ferocious beings are probably the hardest to kill.

But Fang Han Shu is different……

Fang Han Shu is not a member of the netherworld, and Old Fang is merely a half‑step divine fetus.

Lü Tai Bai let out a light sigh.

Among the top combat power of the Qian Yuan Divine Sect, Fang Han Shu is the weakest; Lü Tai Bai had originally advised Old Fang not to come to this Qitian Cheng.

But he insisted on not listening.

Boom—

Terrifying divine might spread out vast and mighty.

Qitian Wai Cheng

All cultivators instinctively raised their heads to look at the sky.

They saw the sky dyed a deep red, as if soaked in the utmost vivid blood, like a sea of blood churning!

Within Qitian Wai Cheng there were still many divine tribulation great cultivators who had fled from the inner city.

They knew all too well what this anomaly in the heavens at this moment signified!

Signifying……

A Second Disaster divine tribulation venerable has fallen!

This is a mournful omen of a powerful one's demise!

For cultivators to reach such heights is extraordinarily difficult, having survived countless ages in heaven and earth, drawing on its resources to cultivate to this level.

When their body falls, heaven and earth will feel regret and sorrow!

Zhang Wují lifted his head, beard and hair flying, his face complex.

"Died…… they all died……"

Zhang Wuji lightly shook his head; the former emperor of Dàjǐng, Lu Wen Chang, the Buddhist ascetic of the Western Regions with a cicada‑pattern, the goddess Guanyin of the Purple Bamboo Forest, and the shaman priest of Wu God Mountain—all had died.

If they did not flee, they would become fodder for the revived deity.

Do they really think a deity is something easy to deal with?

That is a divine spirit, able to look down upon the mundane and overlook the world.

God‑tribulation cultivators cannot easily descend into the mortal world; they will be targeted by the will of heaven and earth and face the three calamities and nine tribulations.

And a living divine spirit? Even more so, it would never appear in the mortal world.

Even the mere descent of a divine spirit's aura will provoke a reactive response from the will of heaven and earth, sending down tribulation powers to cleanse the spirit's aura.

Therefore, Zhang Wuji would never dare to unseal the divine weapons and release the divine spirit's aura within them while in the mortal world.

Qitian Cheng has revived…… The situation inside Qitian Cheng's inner city is likely to completely slip out of control.

Zhang Wuji shook his head.

No matter what, just being alive is already the best.

No matter your heavenly talent or monstrous abilities, no matter your unmatched physical body—

No matter your godlike power that surpasses the world, no matter your transcendence over the mortal realm—

But time is like a blade; only those who survive are truly strong, only they are the ultimate victors.

…… (ellipsis) Keep as is? Probably translate as "……" same? We'll output same line with ellipsis.

…… same.

A fiery‑red cloak, its folds stretching a thousand li, like a great scarlet dragon coiling between heaven and earth!

The Qitian Cheng Temple God revived from death, crawled out of the stone coffin, and slowly walked out of the temple.

In just three steps, the disguise was complete!

From a simple monk in plain clothes, the old monkey transformed into the Qitian Cheng Great Sage, wearing cloud‑tread holy boots, clad in golden chainmail scaled armor, and crowned with a golden phoenix‑feather treasure crown.

In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to blaze forth; his bearing was peerless, his golden armor gleamed, his cloak burned like fire, and his aura was mighty.

Every strand of monkey fur seemed to shimmer, every detail visible, swaying slowly in the breeze; his eyes shone like two blazing suns rising, exuding unmatched splendor.

Boom——

Above the firmament, black clouds roiled and deathly aura surged.

The old monkey gripped the As-You-Will Golden Hooped Staff, aimed it at the azure firmament, and his fiery golden eyes burst forth with ultimate brilliant light, like two radiant golden beams seeking to pierce the black clouds.

The old monkey's gaze swept over, and he beheld the entirety of Qitian Cheng's inner city.

Within the inner city, deathly and corpsely aura surged; temple guardian corpses knelt upon the ground, their bodies trembling incessantly, each of their faces showing an agitated expression.

In Qitian Cheng's eyes, a hint of complex sorrow inevitably appeared.

He recognized these people as the mighty cultivators and disciples of Qitian Cheng Temple, disciples recruited after Fang Xiaozi founded the sect and established his lineage.

But now, after thousands of years have passed, the marks left by time have become mottled, yet these individuals still guard Qitian Cheng.

Back then, a jest and promise made by Fang Xiaozi actually led the disciples of Qitian Cheng Temple to fulfill it over thousands of years.

Qitian Cheng's two phoenix‑feather plumes, blazing like flowing fire, swept violently, as if seeking to pierce the void, wildly swaying and undulating space, causing the void to ripple like wrinkles.

His aura surged suddenly, continually rising upward.

Having devoured the blood, flesh, essence, and spirit of the four Two‑Disaster God Tribulation Experts who had intruded into Qitian Cheng Temple, his vitality is rapidly recovering and growing.

But he did not hide within Qitian Cheng Temple to slowly recover!

Instead, he fearlessly stepped forth, donned divine armor, grasped a precious staff, and prepared to do battle.

He sought to slay the enemy!

Boom boom boom boom——

Even the void seemed to twist, as wave after wave of divine energy surged and intertwined; though he had not yet returned to a divine spirit state, he now possessed an unmatched bearing.

Although he was still an old monkey, the pillars of his divine aura, brilliant and dazzling, thoroughly illuminated the Qitian Cheng inner city that had been shrouded in darkness by deathly and corpsely aura.

Killing intent condensed into substance, surging forth like a tide!

This is...

The killing intent of the Qitian Cheng Great Sage!

Roar——

His arms flung wide, the old monkey grasped the As-You-Will Golden Hooped Staff, pointed it toward the azure firmament, killing intent spreading—this city that had protected Him for thousands of years… now… it is time for Qitian Cheng to shield them!

Killing intent permeated the air; the entire Qitian Cheng inner and outer city seemed to have entered the bitter cold of late winter, as if goose‑feather snow were about to fall and boundless leaves rustle down.

Li Che followed behind, feeling only a tremor in his spirit; this aura was truly too terrifying.

He could be called the strongest expert Li Che has ever seen.

However……

Li Che's eyes flashed with brilliance, his heart inevitably curious—could the Great Sage's state truly endure, could it be maintained forever?

After dying and being reborn like this, can he truly reach the peak condition of his former self?

Of course, Li Che also wondered whether the Great Sage's revival was exactly as he had guessed—because the Follow‑Heart Gold Iron Divine Rod in his hand had transformed into a heart, stirring the divine spirit's aura latent within the As-You-Will Golden Hooped Staff, thereby stimulating Qitian Cheng's revival.

Follow-Heart Gold Iron Divine Rod

The immaculate heart divinity he transmitted into Qitian Cheng's remains...

Is it also effective?

Boom——!!!

Above the firmament...

Perhaps it was the sign of the Qitian Cheng Temple God emerging from the Guiyi Miao, stimulating the countless terrifying apparitions that followed the death‑aura cloud firmament.

Terrifying power struck down, and countless cloud firmaments exploded in an instant.

The black clouds dispersed, revealing five figures erupting with incomparably supreme aura.

Each held up the supreme foundation, hovering above Qitian Cheng's city, erupting with terrifying majesty, intertwining with one another like gods looking down upon the mortal world.

Boom——

A thunderous explosion rang out, a figure plummeting from high altitude like a cannonball.

Finally, it slammed down heavily onto the ground of Qitian Cheng, causing countless ground to be loudly smashed and collapsed, revealing an enormous pit!

Hiss—hiss—hiss—hiss—

Countless black blood splattered, clearly ice-cold yet erupting with a scorching sensation, steaming vapor rose, shrouding the surroundings of the deep pit ruins.

This Equal Heaven Nei Cheng possessed unparalleled toughness, yet at this moment it still shattered like tofu, blasting a deep pit; countless fragments, like broken debris, burst forth like flowers.

Above the firmament, five figures burst forth with a terrifying supreme aura, they were all enveloped by radiant light, the vast divinity intertwined behind them like colorful clouds, the calamity wheel immense beyond measure, filled with a suffocating aura.

They were the supremes who had pushed cultivation to its extreme, standing at the pinnacle of cultivation.

Only a hair's breadth away from the divine spirit level.

At this moment, they were immensely solemn, with phantom apparitions behind them, lowering their heads to gaze upon the figure of Equal Heaven stepping out from the Guiyi Miao.

"Damn... it truly revived!"

"Unbelievable, that a divine spirit could revive ahead of time? This is truly terrifying... it will disrupt everyone's plans."

"If Equal Heaven can revive, will the other fiends of the Prison Lotus also revive?"

……

The five supreme beings' mighty heaven-earth Dao souls constantly collided and communicated.

Each upheld, seeking within the boundless, vast Mysterious Gate to locate the supreme foundation of Equal Heaven Nei Cheng.

Their eyes were filled with solemnity and disbelief.

They contemplated many things, also worrying about what was to come.

Prison Lotus faction... will it also rise completely in this waning tide era?

Hum—

Equal Heaven stepped out from the Guiyi Miao, and with a single stride appeared amidst the deep pit ruins.

And the temple-guarding curse corpse king lying amid the ruins was covered head to toe in cracks, black blood seeping out as flesh and tendons crumbled inch by inch.

Leveraging the divinity of Equal Heaven's temple god, having been infected and transformed, the temple-guarding curse corpse king's vital energy at this moment continually collapsed, unable to cohere any further, left without support.

He was on the verge of extinction, no longer resembling a human, his skin dark as black jade, thoroughly permeated by corpse and death qi.

"Teacher..."

Fang Clan's ancestral master, Fang Xin'yuan, with difficulty sat up cross-legged.

His eyes turned scarlet, and as his life approached its final end, his will overcame the chaos and madness brought by the temple-guarding curse corpse king.

His eyes revealed a hint of brilliance and openness.

He finally saw the moon through parting clouds, his mood naturally excellent.

"Teacher, you have been reborn."

Fang Xin'yuan laughed.

Equal Heaven appeared amidst the ruins, closely observing that child of thousands of years, the disciple who had guarded him for thousands of years.

Now, that disciple was drifting away from him.

For some unknown reason, Equal Heaven's heart welled up with endless sorrow.

"Alas..."

He let out a soft sigh, Equal Heaven shook his head, and two phoenix feathers shot straight into the heavens.

"You've worked hard."

In the end, countless sighs and sorrows condensed into a single sound.

Fang Xin'yuan looked with satisfaction and reverence at the recovered Equal Heaven, at his splendid golden armor, at the constantly swaying phoenix feathers, and at the fiery cloak behind him... just as in days of old.

That peerless divine monkey who had rescued him from the abyss.

"Teacher... disciple can only protect you up to now."

"You must... fight to the very end!"

Fang Xin'yuan pressed his lips, his gaze holding a touch of gentleness and a hint of hope.

Equal Heaven patted Fang Xin'yuan's head: "Rest easy, little Fangzi..."

"Since this old monkey has been reborn... no god or buddha filling the heavens, this heaven, this earth, dare think to take my life again!"

In Equal Heaven's eyes, golden light blazed, his gaze incomparably sharp, killing intent gorgeous and towering, filling him with immense confidence.

As if declaring war upon all the gods of every faction!

"Good... very good!"

Fang Xin'yuan's lower body had already begun to crumble, turning into extremely fine particles that fell like sand.

"Please... you... collect... 69 book..."

He heard Equal Heaven's resounding, powerful words, and his eyes instantly burst with brilliant light.

It seemed as if the power of ages swirled before his eyes, letting him dream back thousands of years, when he had received Equal Heaven's aid, starting from an unfavored illegitimate child, he carved a glorious path all the way to the pinnacle of mortal cultivation.

Moreover, he founded the Equal Heaven Temple, illuminating an era!

"What a pity... disciple... will not witness the scene of teacher displaying his divine might."

Fang Xin'yuan's nose felt sour, his heart filled with regret, and he actually shed tears.

The curse marks on the curse corpse were shattering, and along with them Fang Xin'yuan's body also broke apart—this is the aftereffect of becoming a curse corpse; although he gained tremendous strength and an immortal, undying life.

However, if he were blown apart, he could possibly be utterly extinguished, difficult to revive, and even have no chance of a low-probability rebirth upon falling into the netherworld.

"It's fine, if you want to watch, Master will take you to see."

Equal Heaven rubbed Fang Xin'yuan's head.

An old monkey, touching an old man.

Beneath him, countless darkness surged like a tide, giving rise to black lotus flowers; though deeply black, they brought peace to the heart.

Above the firmament, the auras and radiance of the five supremes, though magnificent and brilliant, chilled the heart.

Li Che also walked out of the Equal Heaven Temple, and from afar he could see such a scene.

In life, where is there no parting? Even deities cannot avoid it; still there is the sorrow and grief of separation.

"You must watch closely, watch as your master is resurrected…… just how mighty he is!"

The old monkey said with a hehe laugh, but all he did was laugh and laugh; his golden eyes kept blinking, he lifted his head, and the blood‑red cloak behind him flared violently.

Buzz buzz buzz—

In the next moment, within the raised monkey head, golden eyes shot out two bolts of cold lightning, piercing the void, gripping heart and soul, staring directly at the five Supremes.

"Young lad, please look after my good disciple, Old Sun."

The old monkey spoke.

Li Che startled, realizing the old monkey was speaking to him.

He nodded slightly, and the golden skull beneath the Primordial Dragon‑Elephant Flame twitched.

"Good."

"He fears pain, needs someone to accompany him; please help."

The old monkey spoke again.

In the next moment.

Qi Tian's legs bent sharply, then in the instant they straightened ramrod straight, his whole body leapt up as if springing, performing a somersault.

It was just a somersault, yet like a flickering shift, he appeared before a Supreme—a Buddhist monk holding a string of beads that radiated Supreme aura, big‑headed and big‑eared, his heart pounding with shock.

So fast!

A wild wind howled in the void, and a golden staff instantly swelled, descending like a mountain.

He flung forth the prayer beads in his hand, each bead bursting with an exquisite, icy Buddhist light.

It seemed as if furious, grotesque great Buddhas rose up, golden light brilliant yet utterly icy, the terrifying dao souls of heaven and earth surging like a vast ocean.

However, a staff was violently stirred, unstoppable against any fortress!

Papapa—

In the void, bursts of explosions rang out; the prayer beads exploded one after another, the Buddhist images shattered, turning into countless golden raindrops that sprayed down onto the ground of Qi Tian Nei Cheng.

"He has just been resurrected, having devoured a few venerables; he is merely Supreme‑level strength—we must not shrink back in fear; he is not a god now!"

"Kill him! Suppress him!"

"When the gods arrive, that will be his death!"

"The Underworld Lotus faction intends to launch a final strike in this divine tide; they will not allow it!"

The roar of anger echoed from the mouth of the big‑headed, big‑eared Buddhist Supreme; it was still a great Buddha's roar!

After the initial shock, the other four Supremes also acted in succession, exerting even more effort than when they fought the temple‑guarding corpse king.

Because Qi Tian and the corpse king are not even on the same level!

Dang—

Above the firmament, a collision: the big‑headed, big‑eared Buddha Supreme spat blood, his flesh nearly bursting; a shake of the staff seemed to cleave heaven and earth.

One Supreme was flung sideways, blood spraying in midair; each falling bead of blood glittered like crimson jewels.

The other four Supremes also acted in succession, each unleashing their Supreme foundation; terrifying dao essence and calamitous power intertwined in midair, an boundless pressure like a vast net, forming a deadly scheme to utterly suppress the Great Sage Qi Tian.

This scene truly shocked the world.

Within the whole of Qi Tian Nei Cheng, now utterly empty, the only one who could truly witness this scene was Li Che himself.

And the many temple‑guarding corpses intertwined with deathly qi, kneeling on the ground, already immobilized by the overwhelming pressure.

Even Li Che, whose Seven‑Aperture Exquisite Heart shielded him from the pressure, felt a wave of oppression in his chest.

This is a battle he cannot intervene in; although he now possesses many overlapping methods, he can still slay a Two‑Disaster God‑Tribulation venerable.

But compared to a Supreme, the gap is too great.

Li Che lightly exhaled, his whole body tensing.

That was the feeling of danger looming overhead.

"Do the gods' factions… have such a great grudge against the Underworld Lotus?"

Li Che's eyes gleamed.

He wondered why, though all are divine factions, the likes of the Devious Demon Cavern, the Dark Heavenly Court, the Black Sumeru, etc., would suppress the Underworld Lotus so fiercely, preemptively snuffing out any chance of its gods' revival.

Underworld Lotus… what exactly had it done in the past?

Li Che's heart stirred slightly, inevitably recalling the scene glimpsed from the Dream Heavenly Master's Dao fruit.

That was a sea of blood and corpses entwined with Great Xixi.

Perhaps that is the truth.

"So, as the daughter of the Underworld Lotus, will Xixi inevitably face the gods' factions? Or do the gods' factions likewise intend to eliminate Xixi?"

"This grudge… is truly immense."

Li Che's brows furrowed slightly, a hint of worry welling up.

Above the firmament.

The Great Sage Qi Tian's battle spirit surged; his fiery golden eyes burst with electric light, his golden monkey fur dancing wildly in the air currents.

Even if the five Supremes unleash their Supreme foundations, even divine weapons, unseal them, and release divine auras, the Great Sage Qi Tian still presses forward relentlessly.

Going against the flow!

A somersault!

A golden flash!

A single, unstoppable staff strike!

Qi Tian's staff!

This is an elevation of immortal martial arts, a manifestation of the supreme simplicity of the Dao!

This is god-like slaughter!

The power of attack and conquest is unmatched in the world!

Heaven and earth seem to dim before this staff; the firmament of Qitian Nei Cheng—the sky of the ghostly void—appears to have been smashed open a vast chasm, like an abyss.

Boom——!!!

A cracking sound, countless prayer beads utterly destroyed, turned to dust; the fat-headed, big-eared monk, his body drenched in blood, flesh scattering like dust, like a doll blown away, explodes in midair like fireworks.

Another supreme being roars, a cauldron burning with four kinds of flames comes sweeping forward!

However, the Great Sage Qitian, his red cape draped, taps his toe; the void like a mirror, cracks instantly intertwine, and in the next instant he steps onto the cauldron.

Thud——!!!

With a heavy stomp of the cloud-tread holy boots, the cauldron instantly tilts, four strange flames leap out, burning the firmament into a sea of fire!

Within the sea of fire, another supreme being lets out a mournful, piercing wail!

In the sea of fire, the supreme's flesh and blood perish and vanish; whether flesh, divine weapons, or divine secret arts, all are useless, unable to impede Qitian in the slightest, turning to ash and dissipating.

"Why? Why, having just revived, with only the strength of a newly entered supreme who has survived three calamities and one catastrophe, can you fight us to the death? Why?!"

A supreme being shouts loudly within the sea of fire.

"From ten thousand years ago to ten thousand years hence, do you still not remember my old self's name?"

"Prick up your ears and listen well!"

"I, the old monkey, am……"

"Qitian! Great! Sage!"

Boom——!!!

……

……

Li Che lifted his head, drew a deep breath, his eyes filled with profound shock.

Withering and crushing, completely overwhelming.

They are not of the same tier; truly transcending battle, those five supremes are clearly far stronger than Qitian.

Like the gap between a one-calamity one-catastrophe realm and a one-calamity three-catastrophe realm.

Yet, before Qitian, this gap is as good as nonexistent.

That staff technique……

Within Li Che's chest, the Dragon-Elephant Golden Vessel Dao Fruit trembles unprecedentedly, cheering and leaping, as if in frantic reflection and simulation!

This is the true Qitian staff strike!

At this moment, Li Che's understanding of this immortal seed martial art surges greatly!

He seems to have comprehended, facing the true staff strike head-on.

That is the true victorious staff of battle!

"It's flashy, it's powerful…… right?"

Just as Li Che's mind and spirit trembled.

A proud voice rose from the side, that of the Fang Xinyuan seated amidst the deep pit's ruins, his body continually turning to ash, the patriarch of Qitian Temple, his lower half transformed into gravel, slowly creeping up to his waist.

Yet he seemed oblivious, proudly lifting his head like a child showing off his formidable teacher.

Li Che smiled: "Indeed…… flashy."

Fang Xinyuan lifted his head; on the old man's body lingered an air of twilight, transformed into a cursed corpse queen, plus a surging deathly aura.

The cursed corpse seals on his body melted away, causing his form to begin collapsing.

A flash of admiration and reluctance crossed Li Che's eyes; he extended his hand, fingers splayed, aiming at the old man.

Seize Spirit.

He attempted to seize spirit.

But to no avail.

Li Che's heart sank slightly; within his chest, the Immaculate Heart Dao Fruit throbbed.

The Immaculate Heart's divine essence surged into the old man's body.

Yet it was of no avail.

"Don't bother, young man……"

Fang Xinyuan waved his hand.

"I have a descendant who followed my teachings and will, stepped forth to protect Qitian; I saw…… I am moved; after my death, I will give this jade talisman to him."

Fang Xinyuan stopped Li Che's motion, handed him a jade talisman, and said.

Li Che knew he referred to Fang Hanshu, the scholar who sacrificed himself for righteousness.

Actually, Fang Hanshu also must die; however, Old Fang could still be seized by spirit, this…… incarnation as the temple-guarding cursed corpse king, is tantamount to sacrificing his soul, yet…… cannot be seized by spirit.

"Good." Li Che agreed.

The old man spoke no more, lifted his head, and continued to gaze proudly at the heavens.

He could no longer maintain his form.

Yet he retained the pride in his gaze as he looked up to Qitian.

Until the last inch of his flesh turned to gravel, like ash, vanishing between heaven and earth.

This old man who lingered between heaven and earth for thousands of years did not end his life in decay, but with pride, transformed into heaven and earth, concluding his existence.

Above the firmament.

Within the four-colored sea of fire.

A single ape's cry finally tore through heaven and earth!

(End of chapter)