Chapter 488: Ghost Emperor's Fall: The Burning Truly Consumed, After the Night of Slaughter the Bound God Erupts【Seeking Votes】
Hoo—
The airflow howls incessantly, the rolling gale ravages the eerie mist, divinity and Qi‑blood, like a tide of fire sea, raging over Qitian Cheng's sky.
Blood rain pours down, accompanied by shattered Buddha light; it is the Second Calamity Third Tribulation Venerable of the Gods' camp within Black Xumi who was slain by the Netherworld Ghost Emperor, exploding violently over Qitian Wai Cheng's sky.
Between heaven and earth, for a fleeting instant an indescribable heaviness spreads!
Within Qitian Cheng, silhouettes emit perception, probing the night sky where the Netherworld Ghost Emperor, as if a Great Sun floated, godlike and demonic, the human Martial Immortal who just broke his realm a year ago, displayed terrifying power tonight, slaughtering all directions!
More than a dozen divine tribulations have fallen, among them the Second Calamity Tribulation Venerable!
The battle for Qitian Cheng's allegiance is simply too bloody.
Yet many strong ones inside the city are exhilarated; they hope the Netherworld Ghost Emperor will win, because the Gods' camp has already voiced its intent to slaughter all cultivators not belonging to the Gods' camp tonight, cutting off any future factors that could cause the allegiance of Qitian Cheng to change.
Thus, tonight, if the Netherworld Ghost Emperor is defeated, a bloody massacre awaits the many cultivators within the city.
Above the firmament, the Four Great Suns hang, blindingly brilliant, as if erasing space, continuously compressing, brewing terrifying energy, a force that could crush heaven and earth.
"Is the Netherworld Ghost Emperor about to die?"
"He's pushing his own Qi‑blood to the extreme, somewhat like detonating a divine seed... it's a death‑seeking technique to gain great power."
"But he's a human Martial Immortal now, having just broken through a year ago, with a dazzling future ahead!"
……
Within Qitian Wai Cheng, cultivators pour out of their houses, scorching Qi‑blood and blazing radiance lighting the night sky; many warriors wear sorrowful faces, some cultivators clench fists, fury uncontainable.
"The Gods' camp within the Strange Abyss is truly hateful, forcing my human Martial Immortal to death!"
A warrior's blood boils as he growls!
They hear with their own ears the Supreme of Nei Cheng declare the slaughter of cultivators in Qitian Cheng who are not forces of the Strange Abyss Gods' camp...
The Netherworld leads the charge, and they will follow closely behind.
How could this not be hateful!
"Within the Strange Abyss Gods' camp, many human cultivators who have broken through the divine tribulation have joined, but in reality, gods are just gods; they have no resonance with us humans, as if they are different species!"
"Those not of our kind have different hearts! The human Martial Immortal is the pinnacle of our mortal cultivation, yet now forced to death!"
"How hateful! Most powerful mortal forces are backed by the Strange Abyss Gods' camp... they completely dominate humanity, treating our lives as nothing!"
……
Warriors and divinity cultivators emerge from the houses, their faces extremely grim.
In their eyes, the Netherworld Ghost Emperor now seems to fight for them; otherwise, with the Ghost Emperor's power that could slay the Second Calamity Third Tribulation Venerable, escaping Qitian Cheng would be no difficulty.
Thus, these mortal warriors and cultivators cannot help but harbor resentment toward the Western Buddhist Land, Shaman God Mountain, the Dàjǐng Court, and other Gods' camp forces.
"Kill! Kill out!"
"The Netherworld Ghost Emperor has rekindled our courage; we should not give up or await the slaughtering blade! Resist!"
"Fight!"
Their eyes instantly redden, followed by successive roars, unleashing Qi‑blood and divinity, rushing at the sealed portal of Qitian Wai Cheng at breakneck speed!
Many strong ones from various great sects and families stare at each other; the sudden surge of battle intent from the lone cultivators catches them off guard. Yet, looking up at the firmament, as if bearing the Four Great Suns, the Martial Immortal Ghost Emperor, whose life burns while battling the Gods' camp's strongmen, also incites anger in their hearts at the tyranny of the Strange Abyss Gods' camp.
Boom—!!!
The warrior cultivators erupt like a tide, charging toward Qitian Cheng's portal, clashing with the strong ones of the three major forces guarding the portal.
Qitian Cheng instantly fell into boundless chaos.
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The Four Great Suns tremble, endless brilliance scattering, the glow reflected from the extreme combustion of Qi‑blood, scorching intensely!
At the vortex's end, the void seems to collapse, molten into a mass by the overwhelming Qi‑blood.
Li Che stands beside the Fanhai Nine Infant, five fingers clenched, detonating a burst of soaring blood mist; shattered flesh flies, the angry roaring Dao Soul of heaven and earth howls, then is completely devoured by Mo City Fengdu.
The primordial Dragon Elephant Flame crowns his head, like violet hair wildly swirling; Li Che's golden skull tilts slightly.
He feels a slight puzzlement.
As if hearing myriad sighs and lamentations.
Uh…
Li Che's mighty Martial Immortal will blankets the entire Qitian Wai Cheng, instantly grasping the situation, leaving him both bewildered and amused.
They feel they are burning to the limit, perishing together with these Strange Abyss Second Calamity Third Tribulation Venerables...
He thinks that at this moment he may be heading toward a dead end; when Qi‑blood is exhausted, will he wither away?
Li Che hovers in the air, the Fanhai Nine Infant's heads swing one by one, roaring as they rejoin the fight, slashing at the monstrous opponents; as a peerless ferocious beast, its murderous aura rages, yearning only to battle, never pausing!
Boom—
The Second Calamity First Tribulation Venerable, who had been choked and spitting blood by the monstrous onslaught, after the Fanhai Nine Infant entered the battle, lost all fighting spirit, attempting to flee the battlefield, dashing out of Qitian Nei Cheng.
Yet, as soon as he moved, he felt an extreme scorching heat.
The Netherworld Ghost Emperor, the human Martial Immortal, with the Four Great Suns of burnt‑out Qi‑blood hovering behind, unleash boundless terrifying power, booming forward!
A single punch crushes horizontally, a massive Dragon Elephant spans the heavens, as if an enormous furnace were smashing down!
Boom—!!
The furnace erupts, scorching release; how could that Second Calamity First Tribulation Venerable possibly resist? His body drenched in blood, erupting endless blood mist!
Boom rumble—
Above the firmament, a blood‑red wail; the previously muffled night instantly turns blood‑colored.
Splash splash…
Thick chains forged from Dao Essence roll across the firmament, as if the mortal Dao itself is wailing, as if a phenomenon of a peerless being about to fall is brewing.
Li Che lifts his head wordlessly, gazing at the mortal sky…
No…
Heaven and Earth Will, why are you meddling as well?!
Even the Heaven and Earth Will thinks that Li Che is about to die in battle?
However, detonating the four Qimen Immortal Seeds is arduous, yet Li Che saying he will die is an exaggeration; not to mention his Martial Immortal golden body is far stronger and can withstand this wave of impact, even the Dominator's avatar of the Ink City alone, plus the entire Ink City existing as a sacrificial body—Li Che could not possibly die.
But…
The addition of this wave of Heaven and Earth Will makes the performance rather too similar.
In Qitian Cheng, the martial cultivators who strike at the city gates, each body trembling, growing ever more mournful, the Heaven and Earth Will certifies that the Underworld Ghost Emperor, the human‑realm Martial Immortal, is about to die in battle…
Many of the martial men have blood‑red eyes, roaring in anger, charging recklessly!
Fight, fight, fight!
Their battle spirit burns completely; even the deterrence from the mighty divine camps cannot quell their will to fight, leaving only a single‑minded frenzy!
Above Qitian Cheng.
Fang Hanshu, surrounded by a vast star‑river, his brow glowing, his whole body radiant, seemed to pause slightly.
A hint of astonishment flickered in his eyes as he looked toward Li Che.
Lord… are you really going to die in battle?
But Fang Hanshu quickly regained his composure; what was he thinking?
With a faint smile, how could Li Che possibly sacrifice himself in such a battle? It's utterly impossible.
The only way to force the lord to die is if there is a great threat, one that endangers Xixi's safety, an unstoppable crisis surging forth.
Only then could the lord possibly face death.
Therefore, although the Lord has now been certified by the Heaven and Earth Will as destined to die,
it is absolutely false, it must be false!
Boom—
Crimson surges across the heavens, Dao‑essence‑woven blood shackles rolling incessantly, blood rain splashing rapidly, blood clouds piling endlessly, the world oppressive, stirring an involuntary sorrow in the heart.
Or perhaps even the Heaven and Earth Will mourn the Martial Immortal, who has hoarded five thousand years of human martial destiny, as he is about to burn out and die.
The anomaly stretches across the sky, its shrouded area even spreading over the entire world!
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Dàjǐng Shendu.
Second City of Shendu.
Eight‑Treasure Overhanging‑Eave Dripping‑Water Qintian Treasure Tower.
Nine‑Story Treasure Tower, with carved beams and painted rafters.
Two figures walked along the railings, standing atop them, watching the blood‑stained celestial phenomenon.
Yue Taofu and Fang Shangzhen, the two Deputy Grand Overseers, their white robes fluttering, eyes filled with shock and surprise.
Yue Taofu twitched his fingers, the surface of his mask quivering slightly: "Such an anomaly, such a celestial sign…"
"Something's off… what happened?!"
Fang Shangzhen did not calculate with her fingers; instead, she immediately ran toward the interior of a house in the Ninth City, pushed open the door, and entered the heart of the Ninth City.
Grand Overseer Zheng sat on the back of the mysterious turtle as if he were a statue.
Fang Shangzhen performed the Qintian Rite toward the seated Grand Overseer.
The Grand Overseer's eyes, shrouded in divinity and Dao essence, slowly opened.
His gaze instantly pierced time and space, seeing the swirling blood clouds, as if Dao‑essence chains were rolling within, the celestial phenomenon clanging and crashing.
"The human‑realm Martial Immortal falls, the heavens and earth lament together…"
The Grand Overseer said softly.
Human‑realm Martial Immortal falls?
Fang Shangzhen jerked her head up, unable not to recall the grand events a year ago before Qitian Cheng, when the Underworld Ghost Emperor wildly seized human martial destiny before Qitian Cheng, breaking through to the Martial Immortal realm…
In the vast human world, perhaps there is only this one Martial Immortal!
"The Underworld Ghost Emperor is about to die?"
Fang Shangzhen looked a bit bewildered.
No… you worked so hard to break through to Martial Immortal, creating such a huge momentum, thinking you would become the main force opposing the gods in the mortal realm, and now, in less than a year, you're about to bite the dust?!
"Grand Overseer… he…"
Fang Shangzhen couldn't help but lift her head.
Grand Overseer raised his hand and pressed: "No problem… I shall remain still."
Fang Shangzhen let out a soft "oh", fell silent, respectfully performed the rite, and withdrew from the Ninth Layer.
After she left, Grand Overseer moved his five fingers, a hint of doubt appearing in his eyes.
"Qitian sacrifices life to charge into the Earth Gate… it was not meant for you to squander your path to Martial Immortal."
"The Underworld Ghost Emperor… does not seem like such a reckless person."
"There must be some reason… let me calculate."
Buzz—
Grand Overseer swung his hand sharply, and the space trembled, then rippled slowly like water.
Then an image surfaced.
In the image…
It was the Underworld Ghost Emperor, whose four wheels rose in extreme flame behind him, a vortex of blood and qi like a blazing sun, unleashing a massive slaughter.
Finally, the Ghost Emperor walked step by step above Qitian Cheng, the void rippling in circles, as if the mortal Martial Saint were performing the ultimate burning… final patrol.
The Ghost Emperor seemed to be transcending, golden Qi and blood surging like a pillar into the clouds.
While walking, a sigh sounded from the Ghost Emperor's mouth.
"I have burned out, truly burned out…"
……
……
Boom—!!!
The gates of Qitian's outer city burst open, no longer able to seal off the many mortal martial men and cultivators whose emotions were stirred by the Underworld Ghost Emperor.
Figures whose Qi and blood erupted and divine nature intertwined rushed madly out of Qitian Cheng, like a dam of the Milky Way breaking, an endless torrent gushing forth.
Many martial men were drenched in blood, feeling as if they had survived a calamity; at this moment they fled Qitian Cheng, still bewildered and clueless.
But soon they regained their senses and turned to look back.
They saw the Underworld Ghost Emperor, like a sun deity, surrounded by four dazzling great suns, standing across the sky, blocking the space above the towers of Qitian's inner city.
"Martial Immortal Ghost Emperor…"
The blood‑stained Grandmaster and those of the Martial Saint lineage wore complex expressions, and even some easily moved martial men shed hot tears!
Had it not been the Underworld Ghost Emperor, whose resolve to burn together with the Qiuque Gods' Camp's strong ones would have infected them, they might not have mustered the courage to resist and would ultimately have been slaughtered by the powerful factions within Qitian Cheng!
After all, the Gods' Camp had too many powerful forces.
The Two‑Calamity Divine Tribulation Venerables and the One‑Calamity Great Cultivators, numbering dozens, formed an unmatched force within Qitian Cheng.
It was originally thought that these strong ones would divide governance of Qitian Cheng, reviving the five‑century‑old ancient city into a thriving hub that could accommodate all worldly martial men and cultivators.
However, no one expected the Qiuque Gods to issue a slaughter order.
Many martial men wiped away their hot tears, took a deep look, then turned and fled, escaping Qitian Cheng.
They had once worshipped those who came to the city, but in fact they were worshipping the peerless martial men who broke through the Martial Immortal before the city gates!
Qitian Cheng.
The blood‑red rain fell like a crimson downpour, pea‑sized blood droplets pattering on the city's black tiles and blue‑brick walls, tinting the ancient city with a touch of sorrow and grief.
Fang Hanshu's scholar's robe fluttered, a star‑like glimmer at his brow, his Dao abundant, his aura mighty.
He lifted his head proudly, his gaze toward Qitian's inner city, where a figure sat cross‑legged amid the blood rain, four massive suns rolling, his Qi and blood roaring and surging.
It was the Underworld Ghost Emperor, sitting alone before Qitian's inner city.
Within Qitian's inner city, massive Qi surged, the terrifying Supreme pressure roared like a breached mountain flood, but as one approached the Ghost Emperor's vicinity, it dissipated like smoke.
And within the inner city, the Gods' Camp's strong ones had already retreated into it.
Of the nine Two‑Calamity Venerables, only five remain; four have fallen.
The Two‑Calamity Three‑Tribulation Venerable who fought Fang Hanshu also fled without hesitation into the inner city, for the fall of Hei Xumi's wrathful Buddha Vajra still greatly provoked him.
Rumble—
The Supreme aura rose and fell incessantly, the extremely dense Qiuque mist shooting up from the inner city walls, forming a curtain that blocked both Qitian's inner and outer cities.
Faintly, three solitary silhouettes appeared, bringing an ocean‑like oppressive presence and casting cold, sharp gazes. They were the three Great Supremes from the Qiuque Gods' Camp!
They located Qitian's inner city from within Qiuque, crossed over, and now occupied the inner city, cutting off the road back to Qitian.
The Jialou Supreme of Hei Xumi, the Xuan Zhen Supreme of the Dark Heavenly Court, and the Wolf Supreme of the Strange Demon Cave!
The released aura alone seemed as if heaven collapsed and earth sank, intent on choking and erasing everything.
Fang Hanshu inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly.
Now, though he had, with the near‑transmission of the Patriarch's legacy, raised his cultivation to the Two‑Calamity Three‑Tribulation realm, he was still a hair's breadth from the Supreme.
One year… in a year, could he perfectly refine the Patriarch's inheritance and reach the Supreme level?
Fang Hanshu's eyes glittered; the Patriarch of Qitian Temple, Fang Xinyuan, at his peak was the Three‑Calamity Complete Supreme, later fought Yu Lian and Qitian, was gravely wounded, fell in realm, sat desolate in Qitian Cheng for millennia, his cultivation nearly dropping from Supreme, and finally could not endure, sacrificing himself to become the Temple‑Guard Curse Corpse King.
Even if Fang Hanshu fully refined the transmitted legacy, he could still not regain the Patriarch's peak combat power…
However…
Fang Hanshu did not mind, because he knew he still had hope!
Because now he is a Binding Spirit; by devouring other Binding Spirits' power, he can breakthrough rapidly.
Under normal cultivation, he would find it impossible to reach the Patriarch's height, but now it might not be so.
Fang Hanshu's heart surged, his gaze falling upon the Underworld Ghost Emperor, who was Lord Li Che.
There is no mistake, one verse, one burst, one interior, one container, one existence, one look!
He slowly clenched his fist.
At this moment Li Che could naturally sense Fang Hanshu's turmoil, but he paid it no heed.
The outer city of Qitian was essentially pacified; the Qiuque Gods' Camp's strong ones had to retreat into Qitian's inner city, otherwise they would be shattered like the four fallen Two‑Calamity Venerables, their flesh and souls devoured by Fengdu.
Heh heh heh—
The scorching aura twisted; the Ghost Emperor, seated before Qitian's inner city, seemed to have his aura slipping out of control.
"He is about to burn out!"
Within Qitian's inner city.
The Wolf Supreme slowly opened his vertical wolf eyes, a terrifying glint tearing through the Qiuque mist like a sharp blade, as if slashing Li Che.
Li Che sat cross‑legged, twin pupils beneath a golden skull, golden flames burning.
"Yes… I'm almost burned out."
"Dare you step out for a fight!"
Li Che said.
The voice carried a hint of loneliness and sorrow.
The Heavenly Wolf Supreme was unimaginably huge, a wolf head as massive as a mountain, emerging from the uncanny mist of the Qi Tian Inner City; the mist dripped down, slowly sketching the shape of a wolf head.
The gigantic Heavenly Wolf stared at the Ghost Emperor with its upright pupils.
After a long while, the four golden vortex wheels dimmed gradually, fading from a brilliance like a blazing sun to a waning lamp.
The Heavenly Wolf Supreme squinted, clutched with five fingers, and the next moment the Mystic Eagle Demon Venerable, who had previously escaped into the Inner City, was dispatched.
"Kill!"
"Slay the mortal Martial Immortal, gain one merit! In the future, the uncanny abyss will swallow the human world, and you can obtain a divine spirit's blessing!"
The Heavenly Wolf Supreme's voice thundered, like a resonating divine sound wave.
The Mystic Eagle Demon Venerable stepped out of the Inner City, staring at the Withered Ghost Emperor seated a hundred zhang up on the Inner City tower.
He sensed the other's clearly depleted qi and blood, his mouth corner gradually lifted, forming a crooked grin!
"Your qi and blood are burned out, yet you still want to gamble with death? Do you even have the right to do so?!"
The Mystic Eagle Demon Venerable let out a long howl, split his twin wings, a golden feather emerged, divine aura unsealed and revived, and his body instantly transformed into a terrifying azure eagle soaring across the sky!
It sliced through heaven and earth like a flash of light, swiftly slashing toward the Underworld Ghost Emperor!
Even when confronting a Martial Immortal whose oil is spent and lamp burnt out, the Mystic Eagle Demon Venerable dared not hold any contempt or disdain!
He exerted all his strength in the strike!
"Kill!"
When the Mystic Eagle Demon Venerable reached the Underworld Ghost Emperor's side.
The four golden light wheels, already dim, instantly reignited like ashes reborn, bursting forth an extremely dazzling brilliance as if reflected light.
The three‑pointed double‑edged blade hummed and trembled, bursting forth from the void!
Li Che's eyes flashed with radiant light, expanding the 800‑foot Heaven's Victory Half‑Child Dao Realm!
The Mystic Eagle Demon Venerable instantly sensed something amiss; a terrifying crisis loomed overhead, causing every azure feather on his body to stand on end!
The next moment, he realized his aura was slipping away at breakneck speed!
It seemed a terrifying force dragged him down; with a single breath he fell into the Second Calamity, First Tribulation realm, still descending slowly toward the First Calamity Divine Tribulation realm!
"This…"
But he could not even attend to it; the golden feather trembled, yet it was suppressed by the revived divine aura of the three‑pointed double‑edged blade!
Boom—!!!
The Underworld Ghost Emperor rose to his feet, burning anew, his massive body towering like ten thousand zhang, golden qi and blood spouting, five fingers clenched, embodying myriad transforming dragon‑elephant!
The Mystic Eagle Demon Venerable roared in anger, his eagle cry echoing nine heavens; cracks appeared on the Calamity Wheel, his aura surged, struggling against the pull of the Heaven's Victory Half‑Child Dao Realm!
However, the peerless Martial Immortal's terrifying punch already slammed onto him.
The unstoppable terrifying force, like mountains overturning seas, his qi and blood surged like waves, unleashing annihilating power, crushing the Mystic Eagle Demon Venerable's body.
The might of the demonic body, before Li Che who had detonated four Qimen Immortal Seeds, was still somewhat lacking!
It cracked inch by inch, finally exploding into a cloud of blood mist!
Countless black azure feathers fluttered, burned by golden flames, igniting a golden blaze.
The golden feather quivered, clanging incessantly, trying to break free from the three‑pointed double‑edged blade's suppression, swooping toward the Inner City.
Li Che, however, was swift‑eyed and quick‑handed; his corpse‑handling skill intact, he instantly seized the golden feather, stored it into the Heaven‑Earth Chessboard, and sealed it with his seven‑orifice exquisite heart!
The Mystic Eagle Demon Venerable let out a mournful wail, his demonic soul struggling across, raging like a tide!
Yet, Li Che's Martial Immortal will sliced like a blade, as if a cleaver fell in the void, slashing the Mystic Eagle Demon Venerable's demonic soul cleanly in blood!
The shattered flesh and the severed demonic soul were then stored within Mo City Fengdu.
Whoo‑whoo‑whoo‑whoo—
Having finished all this, the four‑wheel Strange Gate Immortal Seeds Li Che detonated behind him fell silent again, descending from a blazing sun to a withered flame.
From the space shattered like a mirror, drifting down, he fell and sat on the ground.
Facing away from the many warriors and cultivators watching from outside the Qi Tian Outer City, he confronted the Supremes of the mysterious Abyss God Camp within the Qi Tian Inner City.
He let out a long sigh.
"Burned out… this time I truly am burned out…"
Silence.
The wind and waves raged, the shattered space clanged.
In the Qi Tian Inner City, uncanny mist fell like a curtain, intertwining endlessly; the Heavenly Wolf Supreme's wolf head reflected out of the curtain, its upright pupils gazing at the Withered Underworld Ghost Emperor seated on the ground.
The many cultivators of the divine camps who had hidden within the Inner City also fell silent.
Especially the Divine General Venerable of the Dark Heavenly Court, who had once battled Fang Hanshu to block him, gripped his great spear, its tip trembling incessantly.
"Burned out?"
"Only you, Ghost Emperor, are a ghost!"
This divine general's mask quivered, as if looking toward the Supreme of the Dark Heavenly Court.
For a moment, both inside and outside the city fell into deathly silence.
Outside the city, many bold warriors, who had not yet withdrawn, still watched the battle, shocked by the Underworld Ghost Emperor's final exhausted power that annihilated a Triple Tribulation Supreme.
"Burned out… truly burned out?"
Many warriors were stunned.
For a moment, no one could determine whether the Underworld Ghost Emperor had truly burned out everything, reaching the end of his life, becoming a fleeting Martial Immortal.
"However, it will eventually burn out, won't it…"
Some warriors, after a brief excitement, sighed.
Because the Martial Immortal Ghost Emperor's exhausted qi and blood is a fact; gaining power through higher tribulations inevitably demands a price…
It's just unknown how much longer the Ghost Emperor can endure.
But at least, the Ghost Emperor was stationed at the gate of Qitian Cheng's Nei Cheng, and by his own power, he blocked and deterred the forces of the Strange Gate Pantheon.
Today inside Qitian Cheng, a slaughter that should have erupted was averted solely because of the Underworld Ghost Emperor.
Hoo hoo hoo—
The snow‑laden clouds in the heavens were torn apart by Qitian Cheng's terrifying battle.
Above the blood‑red sky, Dao‑infused interwoven chains rolled, as the world wept, scattering blood‑colored snowflakes.
At the horizon's edge, a crimson furnace‑like sunrise rose slowly.
Radiance stretched ten thousand folds, bathing the world in fire‑red!
Many newly reborn warriors knelt on the ground, facing the lone Ghost Emperor seated desolately in Qitian Cheng's Nei Cheng, blocking the camp's strongmen, bowing deeply, then tearing across the earth in a criss‑cross rush.
Li Che sensed the situation outside the city, but paid it no mind; rescuing these warrior cultivators was merely an accidental, effortless act.
The gleam in his eyes rose, landing upon Qitian Cheng's Nei Cheng.
"Will you come?"
Li Che said.
Within the Strange Gate, three Supremes stared coldly, many Venerables wore complex gazes, and regarding the evasion of the Divine Tribulation, they remained silent.
"You will burn out sooner or later…"
"We, quietly watch you sit in transformation before us."
The Heavenly Wolf Supreme's cold voice, like a divine resonance, rippled through the void.
Li Che's primal Dragon‑Elephant flame burned, his black robe fluttered, and his golden skeleton shimmered.
It seemed to emit a faint laugh.
Then a skull bowed down.
"I truly have burned out…"
Then behind him, four golden blood‑vortex wheels dimmed completely, losing luster, leaving only the sunrise's radiance, which poured over Qitian Cheng's Wai Cheng walls and draped upon the Ghost Emperor.
It seemed to sit in transformation on the spot.
Above the firmament, blood rain drifted, blood‑colored thunder roared, Dao‑infused chains rolled like a flood dragon, and a crimson phoenix rose from the clouds, wailing mournfully, a bizarre phenomenon spanning the sky!
"Go! See whether the Ghost Emperor has fallen!"
"He may truly have burned out!"
The Heavenly Wolf Supreme gritted his teeth, yet would not let the Second Disaster Venerable deliver, and instead cast a One‑Disaster‑Three‑Tribulation Divine Tribulation Great Cultivation out of the Nei Cheng.
Boom—!!!
The four golden wheels ignited instantly, a vast sun streaked across the sky.
The Underworld Ghost Emperor seemed wilted, then reflected light once more!
He smashed the emerging One‑Disaster‑Three‑Tribulation Divine Tribulation Great Cultivation, punching across the void with golden fists, weaving a Dragon‑Elephant phantom, crushing the Divine Tribulation Great Cultivation.
"Fuck!"
"Despicable! The human race is cunning and vile!"
The Heavenly Wolf Supreme shouted in anger!
He almost wanted to break out of the Nei Cheng and grind this dying human into meat paste, but alas, he still feared the will of Heaven and Earth to kill!
Impossible; must wait for the Dark Heavenly Court's Supreme to bring the Gathering Immortal Banner. Only when the banner is raised can the will of Heaven and Earth be shielded to strike through the Strange Gate…
Then he will wrench the Ghost Emperor's skull off with his own hands!
The Heavenly Wolf fixed his pupils on the Underworld Ghost Emperor.
Indeed, that oppressive one…
The four blood‑vortex wheels fell silent again, looking as if dying; though it was a skull, its eyes exuded coldness.
"I… truly have burned out…"
Damn!
The Ghost Emperor's mouth, a deceitful ghost!
The Strongmen of the Strange Gate Pantheon within Qitian Cheng's Nei Cheng all shouted in anger!
No one left the city; the Nei Cheng and Wai Cheng seemed completely divided.
The Underworld Ghost Emperor sat desolately before the gate, his gaze faint, golden flames flickering in his skull eyes.
That was the manifestation of the last vitality.
And everyone in Qitian Cheng's Nei Cheng stared at the Ghost Emperor's ghost‑flame within his pupils, awaiting its extinction.
Fang Hanshu's scholar robe fluttered, his handsome beard bathed in the sunrise's fiery red.
He stood several hundred zhang from the Ghost Emperor, a twitch at the corner of his mouth, an unstoppable surge.
Yet, as a scholar, his professional bearing still made his face exude deep sorrow.
He turned, ascending step by step toward the heavens, spreading his arms, a vast river surged down!
"Today, I, Fang Hanshu, uphold the Grandmaster's will, and will rebuild Qitian Temple!"
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Qitian Cheng's Wai Cheng.
The restaurant rooftop.
The dim orange light cast even the silhouettes perched on the roof into elongated shadows.
"Dad, Master Ghost Emperor… did he really burn out?"
Xixi held Li Che's hand, her face full of sorrow.
Li Che gently pinched Xixi's hand: "Perhaps he burned out, but as long as the fire in the Ghost Emperor's eyes does not extinguish, his martial‑immortal will remains unvanished…"
Xixi's eyes involuntarily showed a resolute color: "Xixi will work hard to get stronger, and in the future will kill all those bad guys who forced Master Ghost Emperor to die inside the Nei Cheng!"
"Dad, Xixi wants to retrieve the Mystic Thunder Vajra Universe Ring! That's the last piece of the set; Qiang Qiang's divine weapon will tell Xixi that perhaps if we gather that final divine weapon, the Third Prince may be reborn!"
"Qiang Qiang's will says, if the Third Prince is reborn, he will definitely kill them all!"
Xixi's youthful face showed unprecedented seriousness.
Li Che heard this and smiled, "Universe Ring, huh?"
"It's also time to gather them…"
"But before that, Li Che's spirit shifted, and his true form entered the Ink City Fengdu."
"He should properly count a batch, after tonight's great slaughter…"
Binding Spirit Great Explosion!
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