Chapter 432: Ten Evils Dragon God Ink Painting: Sea-Flipping Nine Heads, The Ghost Emperor's Arrival

Chapter 432: Ten Evils Dragon God Ink Painting: Sea-Flipping Nine Heads, The Ghost Emperor's Arrival Shocks the World

Screech! Screech!

Lead clouds churned, and snow roared.

Thunderbolts intertwined, forming a net that covered the sky.

Snowflakes as large as hands floated down from the clouds, amidst the terrifying thunderbolts.

Outside the Divine Origin Dao City, the atmosphere was filled with an intense chill.

The Netherworld had made its move.

The Netherworld's Ink Black Tiger, the gates of Capital of the Netherworld, suddenly appeared, and for everyone involved in this war, it was an incredibly powerful shock.

The commander, Xie Yunshen, had been captured by the Netherworld. As always, the Netherworld preferred to capture the leader first.

The commander's temporary disappearance had a huge impact on the imperial army. They suddenly felt lost and uneasy, unsure if they should continue fighting.

Ning Caishen, the leader of the Seven Treasures Divine Sect, had his right eye twitching non-stop. His heart suddenly felt like it was in his throat.

That feeling again!

Something was wrong!

Ning Caishen, together with Gu Cheng and Huang Mei, were fighting Fang Hanshu. But at this moment, Ning Caishen subconsciously started to slack off, not wanting to continue the fight.

He wanted to confirm if Xie Yunshen could survive and walk out of the Capital of the Netherworld. If not...

If the commander of the imperial army had fallen, what meaning would this campaign have? It would be pointless.

Ning Caishen saw no need to continue fighting in this war.

Boom!

Fang Hanshu's Vast Ethereal River surged, and with a clench of his fist, his teaching whip transformed into a long sword, slicing through the air. The space slightly distorted, and his momentum rose steadily.

Bang!

The Yellow Eyebrow Grand Mage roared, and the golden armor on his body was covered in cracks, as if it was about to shatter.

"This person is so strong, be careful, both of you!"

Huang Mei shouted.

Ning Caishen and Gu Cheng's hearts sank slightly. Fang Hanshu was indeed powerful, drawing upon the Vast Ethereal River, comparable to a Half-step Divine Tribulation. Such power was naturally extraordinary...

The three of them could barely withstand Fang Hanshu's attacks.

The Dragon God Prince and the Three Dragon Sons were taken away by the Netherworld, and Zhao Beidou and Xie Yunshen were also captured by the Netherworld...

The Elder Dragon God fearlessly charged into the Capital of the Netherworld.

No one knew what was happening inside the Capital.

However, the situation outside had reversed due to the disappearance of these people.

Boom!

Gu Qianchi's sword swept out, emitting countless sword lights. He didn't use the power of the Three Disasters, as Lu Taibai was currently challenging the Divine Tribulation. Using the power of the Three Disasters would be suicidal.

Lu Qiankun, the founder of the Divine Origin Sect, also unleashed his sword light. Sword cultivators were known for their killing techniques, and the terrifying sword lights collided, exploding with a terrifying force, like dazzling fireworks in the sky.

Lu Qiankun stood before the plaque, and the vortex of the Minor Inner World constantly hung above the plaque.

His eyebrows furrowed, and his gaze occasionally swept over, looking at the black gate that hung suspended in mid-air.

The words "Capital of the Netherworld" hung on the ink-black gate, exuding an icy chill of death.

The Netherworld...

Lu Qiankun heaved a slight sigh of relief.

Without the Netherworld, the Divine Origin Sect... might not be able to survive this calamity.

The various divine sects had their own thoughts. The Great Jing Imperial Court had sent Xie Yunshen, a master of the Heaven-Earth Soul, to separate and divide the various divine sects, even making the Tiandan Divine Sect and other major sects submit to the Great Jing Imperial Court. It seemed that after the promise of conquering the Mountain-Breaking Sect, they would reallocate territories and distribute the fortune of the world to the various divine sects.

With this incentive, the divine sects that should have united were naturally easier to defeat individually.

Boom!

Gu Qianchi retreated, and the two Divine Tribulation cultivators didn't engage in a life-and-death battle.

Lu Qiankun didn't want to push too hard because Lu Taibai was attempting to break through the Divine Tribulation. If he used his full strength, it would attract the attention of the Heavenly Will's Tribulation, which would have a negative impact on Lu Taibai.

On the other side, Gu Qianchi wanted to wait and see the outcome of the battle within the Capital of the Netherworld. He wanted to see if the Elder Dragon God, Zhao Beidou, and the National Tutor Xie Yunshen could return alive before making further plans.

Otherwise, there was no point in fighting to the death with the Divine Origin Sect. The war was meant to be a display for the imperial court, but with the National Tutor captured by the Netherworld, the display had lost its meaning.

Gu Qianchi retreated and came to Gu Cheng's side. He had already sensed the uneasiness of Gu Cheng, Ning Caishen, and Huang Mei when facing Fang Hanshu.

The Half-step Divine Tribulation was still a step behind the three top-tier Great Deities.

Upon seeing this, Fang Hanshu's Vast Ethereal Whip suddenly lashed out. Gu Qianchi's sword light slashed, cutting off the Vast Ethereal Whip.

Fang Hanshu's feet landed on the sky, and he quickly retreated, returning to the top of the Divine Origin Dao City.

On the other side, the battles between the Martial Saints, the Divine Embryos, such as Feng Zhiqi, Zhao Fangzhou, Tang Xiejia, and others, also came to an end. Each side retreated, maintaining a standoff.

However, an incredibly powerful aura was released between the two sides, like two waves crashing into each other.

The ancient walls, towering like clouds, stood tall, majestic, and imposing.

Outside the walls, numerous mysterious iron spirit wood warships, resembling ferocious beasts, emitted faint spiritual lights, like hungry wolves waiting for the perfect moment to hunt.

A black gate floated above everyone's heads.

As black as ink, it seemed to devour endless light, deep and boundless, like a gate rising from the depths of hell, carrying death.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on this gate, wanting to see the final outcome.

Boom!

Suddenly, Lu Qiankun's eyes moved slightly.

He abruptly looked up.

Fang Hanshu, who had returned, floated beside Lu Qiankun, and his heart skipped a beat as he looked up.

The Martial Saints and Divine Embryos also felt a sense of foreboding.

On the warship, Ning Caishen, Gu Cheng, Gu Qianchi, and others also looked up at the sky, which was now covered by black clouds.

However...

Their gazes suddenly narrowed.

In the vast expanse of the sky, an endless crimson radiance suddenly appeared.

The entire world seemed to tremble at this moment.

The dark clouds were torn asunder, and a blood-colored divine dragon silhouette emerged, coiling and dancing wildly in the void, before opening its mouth wide and letting out a roar filled with despair!

The dragon's roar shook the heavens and the earth, and all the wild beasts in the mountains and lakes trembled in fear at this moment.

Even the cultivators and soldiers of the Qianyuan Dao City and the imperial army were filled with dread, as if a terrifying beast from the depths of their souls had roared, causing their spirits to tremble.

The blood-colored dragon shadow twisted and soared into the sky, then, with a furious roar, it soared upwards, rushing towards the edge of the dark clouds as if to tear through the heavens and enter the Nine Heavens, the source of calamity, to witness its splendor!

However...

In the end, it failed. The blood-colored dragon shadow twisted and soared three thousand feet before exploding, and the entire sky seemed to turn blood-red in an instant.

Whoosh, whoosh—

The falling snowflakes were stained with a deep crimson, carrying a heavy scent of blood.

Among the blood-stained snowflakes, there were blood-colored raindrops.

The red rain poured down, an extraordinary phenomenon in the heavens!

A divine tribulation had descended upon the mortal world!

Rumble, rumble, rumble!!!

An incredibly hideous blood-colored thunderbolt exploded in the sky, like a blood-red longsword, tearing open the heavens and revealing the crimson flesh!

An extraordinary phenomenon in the heavens!

It was as if the entire Lingnan Dao was trembling, spanning hundreds of thousands of miles, with the Grand Canal's waves surging into the sky, and the blood rain pouring down, as if a calamity had returned to the heavens, making everyone feel an intense oppression!

Outside the Lingnan Dao, where the Grand Canal and the Guangling Dao regions intersected.

The waves were overwhelming!

The rushing waters exploded one after another, and cultivators emerged from the Grand Canal, soaring into the sky. They stood on the undulating waves, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh—"

"Dragon Emperor! Our Dragon God lineage... has fallen!"

These figures had horns on their heads, and they were all cultivators of the Dragon God lineage.

At this moment, as they witnessed the extraordinary sight of blood rain in the sky and the power of tribulation returning to the heavens, tears streamed down their faces, and they knelt on the river's surface.

They wailed in sorrow.

The Dragon Emperor had died.

The Dragon God lineage was completely destroyed!

...

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The howling wind surged, like the waves emerging from the Nine Hells of the Yellow Springs, freezing their souls.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Ink City, the Capital of the Netherworld.

Within the entire city, a torrential downpour raged without cease, and countless streams of water surged and churned on the broken ground. The falling ink-black rain seemed to dispel the poisonous gas from the elixir.

The scorching heat spread, and between the burning purple flames, the falling ink-black rain hung upside down in the sky, turning into steam and rising like clouds.

Li Che, with the Primordial Dragon Elephant Flame on his head, revealed a golden skull, like flickering ghostly flames.

On the ground, an enormous dragon bone fell with a thunderous crash, as if it weighed millions of pounds, leaving a deep indentation in the ground.

Li Che's eyes shone with a mysterious light.

Behind him, the Immortal Painter Fruit's Dao guide slowly unfurled, revealing the Ten Evils Ink Painting.

Li Che was curious. What kind of ferocious beast could this Dao guide, which contained a Half-step Divine Tribulation old Dragon God, summon?

Li Che had never used this Dao guide before. The previous Dragon God Prince could have been included, but Li Che felt that it would be a waste of a Ten Evils slot to include a Dragon God Prince who hadn't even reached the Half-step Divine Tribulation.

Now, an old Dragon God who had experienced the First and Second Tribulations barely met the requirements.

"Ten Evils Ink Painting!"

"Return to your place!"

Li Che spread his arms, and the dragon bones began to shake violently. Then, the enormous dragon bones seemed to melt away, dissolving bit by bit until they slowly turned into black ink.

"Roar—!!!"

A terrifying dragon's roar shook the heavens, soaring into the sky. It was as if an ink-black vortex was swirling in the heavens, and the chains binding the soul were breaking apart inch by inch!

The ink-black Dragon God's power rose steadily, and the Dao guide behind Li Che kept flapping and shaking.

The ink-black Dragon God suddenly lashed its tail, twisting and crashing into the Ink Painting.

Countless splatters of black ink exploded!

It was as if thousands of thunderbolts were exploding simultaneously behind the clouds.

Streams of air, splatters of ink, and waves of sound raged!

It was as if a supreme immortal painter was holding a wolf-hair brush, soaking it in thick ink, and splashing it across the canvas.

The ink-black shockwave seemed to radiate from Li Che's body, quickly spreading and impacting the four directions of Ink City.

The ink rain in the sky was shattered!

Amidst the splattering ink, a boundless demonic energy raged and surged endlessly!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The ink-black dragon shadow suddenly emerged from the painting, as if it were frantically trying to escape.

This was the awakened dragon soul, which, because it had not been bound, had not submitted to Li Che.

Sensing that the painting was about to devour it and everything it held, the dragon soul began to panic.

It wanted to escape.

However, escape was impossible.

Ink-black chains descended from the painting, binding the ink-black dragon soul, ensnaring its dragon head, claws, and tail. With a clicking sound, it was slowly pulled into the painting.

"Roar—!!!"

Accompanied by the last dragon's roar that echoed through Ink City, the old Dragon God's soul was completely pulled into the Ten Evils Ink Painting.

Slowly, the painting revealed ink-black hues, as if the immortal painter had sketched the pattern with a wolf-hair brush.

[Ten Evils Ink Painting: Sea-Flipping Nine Heads (10%)]



Hmm?!

Before his eyes, ink-black light slowly appeared, and a line of text emerged.

One of the Ten Evils... Sea-Flipping Nine Heads.

Li Che's eyes narrowed.

In his mind, a vast scene unfolded.

In the painting, the ocean surged, waves rose, and terrifying waves soared into the sky, exploding like a thousand piles of snow. The seawater suddenly formed a vortex.

Nine vortices appeared in the vast sea, and as the vortices swirled, forming inverted bowl-like bulges, the water erupted!

The entire sea seemed to be rolled over!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Countless water columns shot into the sky, rising from the vast sea, they pierced through the clouds, resembling a dragon tornado.

Within the nine erupting waves, nine hideous dragon heads danced wildly, shaking and flailing their long, slender necks, each connected to a single body. Their fleshy wings suddenly spread open...

Obscuring the sky and blocking the sun!

A ferocious aura, overwhelming and all-encompassing!

The nine dragon heads roared simultaneously at the heavens, as if protesting the injustices of the world.

One of the Ten Evils...

Sea-Flipping Nine Heads!

Boom—!!!

In his chest, the Immortal Painter Fruit throbbed violently.

Boom, boom, boom—

With each throb, it was as if sound waves were striking, creating an endless rumble.

No one knew how long it had been, but eventually, the Immortal Painter Fruit in his chest slowly calmed down.

Li Che landed on the ground in Ink City, and the Primordial Dragon Elephant Flame burned quietly.

Beneath the skull, his eyes were deep and mysterious, resembling the Nine Hells.

He raised his hand, and his five fingers curled like hooks.

In his palm, a black chess piece was filled with intertwining, terrifying demon energy.

It was as if a faint dragon's roar was about to explode within.

His five fingers clenched tightly, and the black demon energy chess piece shattered. At the same time, the scroll behind him slowly unfurled.

The scroll, flat like a wall, revealed countless chains clanging, and nine frenzied, slender necks and heads emerged from within.

However, seven of the heads were extremely blurry, while only two were clearly visible, and among them, an extremely brilliant light shone.

The Dragon God... had transformed into one of the Ten Evils, the Ink Nine Heads!

Rumble, rumble, rumble—

Li Che could sense the power and ferocity of this ferocious beast. It was insane, filled with destructiveness, and possessed a terrifying belief in destroying everything.

However, Li Che could decide its life or death in a single thought.

The Dragon Soul within it was either annihilated or not.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The wings flapped, and the Sea-Flipping Nine Heads hovered in the sky, its two dragon heads swaying, their eyes glowing faintly.

"In the First and Second Calamity Realms, so... two heads appeared?"

Under Li Che's purple flames, his eyes revealed a faint smile.

"It seems... there's still room for growth."

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The simultaneous appearance of all nine heads of the Nine Heads would likely be much more powerful than it is now.

Taming a Nine Heads!

Pets like this must be well cared for, fed until they're plump and healthy, so they can better serve you.

Li Che dispersed the Primordial Dragon Elephant Flame from his head, and his eyes swept across the broken dragon meat on the ground. With his fingers spread wide, the shattered dragon meat gathered and transformed into a massive meatball.

In his chest, the Immortal Painter Fruit had just calmed down when another Fruit began to throb wildly.

It was the Ten Thousand Demons Emperor Fruit.

A powerful force of absorption erupted from the Ten Thousand Demons Emperor Fruit, frantically absorbing the demon energy from the Old Dragon God's corpse.

The only regret was that the Old Dragon God's Dragon King Orb had been destroyed...

Otherwise, the Ten Thousand Demons Emperor would have been able to eat its fill.

As Li Che watched the maturity of the Ten Thousand Demons Emperor Fruit rapidly increase, his mood instantly improved.

When all the remaining demon energy in the Old Dragon God's shattered flesh was absorbed,

The Ten Thousand Demons Emperor Fruit finally calmed down.

[Fruit of the Dao: Ten Thousand Demons Emperor (lv5, 50%)]



Li Che glanced at it, feeling slightly disappointed that the increase was less than he had imagined.

Originally, Li Che had planned to absorb the Old Dragon God's demon energy and directly advance to lv6.

But now it seems that trying to achieve it in one go is indeed a bit of a pipe dream.

Of course, it's also possible that it's because Li Che had reduced the Old Dragon God to such a sorry state.

The Dragon King Orb exploded, and the dragon bones were turned into ink, becoming the Sea-Flipping Nine Heads.

[Fruit of the Dao: Immortal Painter (lv660%)]



Li Che's eyes lit up, and his mood improved. The maturity of the Immortal Painter Fruit had also increased significantly.

It seems that drawing a ferocious beast with the Ten Evils Ink Painting greatly enhances the maturity of the Immortal Painter Fruit.

In addition, the gains from this battle were not limited to these.

The maturity of the Dragon Elephant Vajra Fruit, Pure Heart, Sage of Chess, and other Fruits had also increased to varying degrees.

Of course, the greatest gain was acquiring a pet from the First and Second Calamity Realms!

Slaying a Great Deity from the First and Second Calamity Realms, even if some underhanded means were used, still resulted in significant feedback for Li Che's Dragon Elephant Vajra Fruit.

Based on his lv7 rank, the maturity increased by 5%.

It could be said that it was very significant.

After all, for a lv7 rank Fruit of the Dao, increasing maturity becomes increasingly challenging.

Crack, crack, crack—

Li Che stretched his body, feeling his entire being reverberating with power. His robust energy surged wildly.

Xie Yun Shen and Zhao Beidou respectfully floated towards Li Che, bowing in his direction.

Li Che's expression turned solemn, and he put away the Nine Turns Ascending Dragon Pillar, a toxic pill, that was floating behind him.

He nodded at the two of them.

His mind was constantly connected to the outside world.

Because this time, Li Che chose not to use the Binding Spirit Chess Piece, which would have concealed his actions from the heavens.

The Heavenly Will had detected the severance of the connection between the Old Dragon God and the Ancestral Dragon Tribulation, naturally deeming the Old Dragon God dead.

Even after transforming into the Sea-Flipping Nine Heads, a new and soul, the power it wielded was entirely different.

If the Binding Spirit Chess Piece had been used, the soul would have remained the same, and no tribulation would have been triggered.

"The death of the Old Dragon God cannot be concealed..."

"However, it's not a big deal."

Li Che spoke calmly.

Xie Yun Shen gently waved his fan, deep in thought: "Master, with the death of the Old Dragon God, the court will have no chance of defeating the Heavenly Origin Divine Sect. The only option left is to retreat."

"There's basically no chance of conquering the mountain and destroying the sect."

"So, Zhao Beidou, escort Li Che out and say that the Old Dragon God sacrificed himself for the future of the Dragon Deity Lineage, protecting the two of you with his life as you escaped from the Minor Inner World."

Li Che smiled faintly.

Xie Yunshen furrowed his brows, "If we retreat... the Emperor will surely have his suspicions."

Li Che waved his hand dismissively, "No worries, the Emperor only wants the unification of the Divine Sects' fortunes."

"Old Xie, didn't you tell me that the fortunes of the Divine Sects, like Tiandan Divine Sect, Vast Ethereal Academy, and Seven Treasures Divine Sect, haven't actually been incorporated into the court?" Li Che asked.

Xie Yunshen nodded, his eyes glimmering with a faint light, "Yes, although those Divine Sects have seemingly submitted, getting them to hand over their fortunes and leave the cultivation of the Fortune Lotus is no easy task..."

Li Che smiled, "Since it's like that, after the court's army retreats from the Divine Origin Dao City, we'll attack the Tiandan Divine Sect in Guangling Dao."

"Give the Emperor an explanation, let him trust that you're still a loyal subject."

"Just say that in the Divine Origin Dao City, you persuaded the Netherworld to cooperate with your actions."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yunshen's eyes flickered, "The Emperor probably won't believe it, right?"

"Don't worry, the Guild Master will properly report to the Emperor..."

Xie Yunshen smiled, gently shaking his feathered fan and bowing respectfully.

"Rest assured, my lord, I'll do my utmost for you..."

"Unite the fortunes of the world!"

...

...

Buzzing...

Above the Divine Origin Dao City, dark clouds rolled and surged, reaching an extreme level of oppression.

The atmosphere was heavy, and no one spoke as all eyes were fixed on the pitch-black door, as dark as ink.

The founder of the Heavenly Origin Divine Sect, Lu Qiankun, sighed softly, "Old Dragon God... a three-thousand-year-old monster, one can't help but admire his struggle for life, his forced extension of life for the sake of his race's continuation..."

"What a pity, this forced extension of fate couldn't last, and it's easy for unexpected changes to occur."

"The Dragon God lineage's fortune... is scattered."

Lu Qiankun sighed, while Fang Hanshu beside him had eyes that shone with a brilliant light, his heart stirred with tumultuous emotions.

Within that Minor Inner World, the Old Dragon God could unleash his full power, gather the Calamity Wheel, and display the strength of the First and Second Tribulations.

The First and Second Tribulations were far more powerful than the First Tribulation alone.

At least, one could handle five or six of the First Tribulation with no pressure and even suppress them.

This was a suppression at the level of Tribulation Power.

Yet, the Old Dragon God had fallen in the Minor Inner World of the Netherworld Capital, Fudou.

Who killed the Old Dragon God? The Netherworld Ghost Emperor?

Impossible, the Netherworld Ghost Emperor's strength was on par with Zhao Beidou, and even after exhausting all his trump cards, it was difficult to kill Zhao Beidou...

How could they possibly kill the Old Dragon God?

Rumble...

As the powerful beings felt their hearts tremble.

The pitch-black door, like a never-ending weave of lightning, suddenly opened.

As if forced open by a powerful force.

Two figures burst out at high speed, none other than Zhao Beidou, Xie Yunshen, the Dragon God Prince, and the Three Dragon Sons...

Except for the Old Dragon God, all the powerful beings pulled into Ink City, Fudou, had escaped.

"Ah—!!!"

"Grandpa!!!"

The Dragon God Prince wept blood, and as soon as he left Ink City, Fudou, he knelt down hard, howling in grief.

Zhao Beidou's face turned deathly pale, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

He was still pretending, but he had to make it look natural.

"Let's go!"

Zhao Beidou's face was as white as wax, and as he carried the Dragon God Prince and the others, they swiftly returned to the court's camp.

Xie Yunshen landed on the warship, his body staggering, his face looking terrible.

"Old Dragon God... rest in peace!"

"The Dragon God lineage, I, Xie Yunshen, will take good care of it! You can depart in peace!"

Xie Yunshen clenched his five fingers.

Gu Qianchi, seeing Xie Yunshen's return, relaxed the tension in his eyes, and heaved a sigh of relief.

With the Old Dragon God's death, he thought Xie Yunshen would also perish.

But the current situation was better than he had expected.

"Master Gu... the Dragon God fought fiercely with the Netherworld Ghost Emperor and died in that Minor Inner World..."

Xie Yunshen was filled with sorrow.

But Gu Qianchi's heart stirred slightly.

"The Netherworld Ghost Emperor?"

Not the Netherworld King?

The Netherworld... has a new powerful being?

Gu Qianchi's heart was filled with tumultuous emotions. No wonder the Old Dragon God, such a powerful existence, had fallen there.

Who was this Netherworld power, and how could they be so strong?

Xie Yunshen's face was filled with bitterness as he looked at the Netherworld Capital, Fudou, floating in the air.

"Above the Netherworld King, the Netherworld Ghost Emperor..."

After speaking, Gu Qianchi seemed to sense something.

He suddenly turned his head.

And saw the Netherworld Capital, Fudou's door, hanging in mid-air, suddenly open, as if an endless darkness poured out in an instant.

Gu Qianchi's hair stood on end, and he felt a sense of impending calamity.

On the other side.

Lu Qiankun, Fang Hanshu, and the other powerful beings of the Heavenly Origin Divine Sect also focused their eyes.

And saw.

The Netherworld Capital, Fudou's door, suddenly opened.

The dark light disappeared, replaced by countless purple lights bursting forth.

A purple flame burned fiercely.

And beneath that purple flame was a golden skull.

A pair of eyes, deep and mysterious like the Nine Hells.

Below, the standard black robes of the Netherworld fluttered.

The figure stood tall before the Netherworld Capital, Fudou's door.

Hands crossed over his chest.

Looking down upon all creation.

Those empty, indifferent eyes, like those of an evil spirit, were filled with apathy towards the lives of the world.

The Netherworld Ghost Emperor!

Under countless gazes.

The Netherworld Ghost Emperor raised his head, glancing at the sky filled with dark clouds.

Then, he took a step out of the door, into this world.

From behind the door, he appeared in this realm, and the terrifying Tribulation Power surged out from the purple fire, raging uncontrollably.

As if incompatible with this world...

In an instant...

The heavens and earth changed!

The heavens and earth rejected him!

(End of Chapter)

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