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Chapter 462: The Return of the Great Sage, the Supreme Protector of Ink City and the Netherworld (Pa
Chapter 462: The Return of the Great Sage, the Supreme Protector of Ink City and the Netherworld (Part 2)
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The Cicada-Patterned Ascetic Monk chanted, and the Buddha's light shone upon them, increasing their speed.
On the other side, the Former Emperor of Da Jing rolled up his sleeves and floated out, followed by Zhang Wuji of the Purple Mansion Sect, the female Guanyin of the Bamboo Forest, and the Shaman Priest of the Shaman Mountain.
The supreme powers clashed in the sky, and even the ripples that fell from above were enough to cause space to tremble, putting immense pressure on these Second Calamity Venerables.
But no one was willing to give up this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity.
They all wanted to break into the Heaven-Striking Temple.
In Li Che's chest, the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit throbbed, and he looked up at the supreme battle above, obscured by eerie objects. He felt the terrifying aura easily tearing through the sky, shattering everything—chain sweeps, demon energy collapses, and Buddha light explosions.
This was a battle of the supreme level...
It was not something Li Che could contend with at his current level. Only those who had crossed the Three Calamities and mastered six or more tribulations were true supreme beings standing at the peak of the mortal world.
He couldn't interfere in such a battle, so he didn't pay it any mind.
Although the pressure was strong, Li Che possessed the Immaculate Heart Dao Fruit, allowing him to ignore this pressure.
His target was the Second Calamity Black Bull Demon God.
He sought an opportunity to strike.
Li Che's toes tapped, and his body shot out, shattering the space as he stepped on the white jade slide, climbing against the flow.
The vast white jade plaza in front of the Wicked Temple was boundless.
As the crowd climbed up, they naturally fixed their gaze on the magnificent palace, shining with gold and jade, and emitting a million-foot-long glow.
The Qitian Wicked Temple!
Everyone's hearts were stirred.
As the crowd ascended to the plaza in front of the Wicked Temple, inside the inner city of Qitian, all the Guardian Temple Corpse Kings went crazy. They no longer attacked the cultivators searching for resources left by the Heaven-Striking Temple.
It was as if they had received some kind of call.
They frantically gathered towards the direction of Qitian Peak, wanting to rush onto the plaza and block those who dared to enter the temple.
The scene was truly spectacular, shaking everyone's hearts.
"A group of dead corpses, even in death, they still want to guard... How ridiculous!"
The Black Bull Demon God glanced at the impressive scene below and scoffed, "Who's left to guard the Heaven-Striking Temple? No one!"
"You bunch of dead people can't guard it either!"
The Black Bull Demon God's face turned cold.
Boom—
Demon energy swirled like a hurricane, and he charged towards the tightly shut door of the Wicked Temple. The distance of several hundred feet couldn't stop his advance.
Not only the Black Bull Demon God but also the ascetic monks from the Western Buddhist Kingdom, the Former Emperor of Da Jing, Zhang Wuji of the Purple Mansion Sect, and other Second Calamity experts all set out. They couldn't interfere in the supreme battle, but the focus wasn't on the battle itself. The key was the inheritance and opportunities within the Heaven-Striking Temple.
Although the Black Bull Demon God claimed that Qitian belonged to the Demon Race, and the Cicada-Patterned Ascetic Monk said it belonged to the Buddhist sect...
In reality, everyone knew the truth.
Qitian...
Belonged to the Hell Lotus camp! At least, before his final fall, Qitian was one of the gods of the Hell Lotus camp.
Qitian represented the Hell Lotus.
The Black Bull Demon God and the other powerful experts behind him represented different camps, but they all shared one consensus: to suppress the Hell Lotus, cut off its inheritance, and ensure it could never rise again.
Therefore, they were determined to seize the Heaven-Striking Temple, divide its inheritance and divine weapon, and prevent Qitian from ever reviving.
The Black Bull Demon God swung the Sea-Crossing Purple-Gold Beam like a massive pillar, slamming it into the temple door with a heavy sound, like the beating of a war drum.
Ripples spread out, causing the temple to tremble.
The door opened a crack, and a vast divine aura surged out of the Wicked Temple.
The Black Bull Demon God felt his pores open wide.
He laughed, carrying the Sea-Crossing Purple-Gold Beam and repeatedly slamming into the door.
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
Each collision was with all his might.
Finally, the tightly shut door was forced open, and the auras of the powerful experts burst forth, like a torrent of tribulation power, rushing into the Heaven-Striking Temple.
They raced ahead, eager to be the first.
No one wanted to give up this opportunity that could help them reach the Three Calamities and challenge the supreme realm.
Li Che, wearing Qitian's face, had sunken eyes, and his Sleeping Dragon Elephant power was at its peak.
The massive crowd rushed forward with all their might, as if stealthily navigating through the darkness, closely following the others.
The entrance to the Qitian Temple was wide open, and divine energy surged wildly!
However, just as the powerful cultivators were about to charge into the temple, the sound of a roaring river suddenly echoed.
Then, everyone's hearts trembled slightly.
They discovered a vast river of righteous energy swirling in the air, slamming down forcefully, blocking their path.
"Who dares?!"
The Black Bull Demon God, at the forefront, charged like a wild bull, leading the way. Upon seeing the blocking river of righteous energy, he instantly flew into a rage!
He brandished the Purple Gold Beam, intending to smash the river into pieces!
The river surged and transformed into a fist, pushing and smashing forward!
Boom—
A terrifying collision erupted.
The river of righteous energy exploded, and a figure in a scholar's robe flew into the air, landing on the white jade ground of the Wicked Temple, retreating several steps.
His majestic beard fluttered in the wind as he turned around, revealing a refined face.
The Black Bull Demon God's aura was immense, his towering body exuding wild demonic energy. His copper-bell-like eyes narrowed, fixated on the scholar-robed figure.
"Who are you?"
He didn't recognize Fang Hanshu.
After all, Fang Hanshu's reputation wasn't particularly renowned before.
Hidden in the darkness, Li Che was slightly taken aback, feeling both puzzled and lost.
Elder Fang Hanshu...
Why did he intervene at this moment? Moreover, he was directly confronting a group of Second Calamity Cultivators who had revealed their cultivation!
At this moment, aside from the four Demon Gods and Li Che, the cultivators present were mostly Second Calamity experts. Elder Fang Hanshu had descended at this critical juncture, blocking their path.
Wasn't this seeking death?
Li Che, however, was aware of Elder Fang Hanshu's strength, having reached the Divine Tribulation Realm.
But that was... all there was to it. He had only just stepped into the Divine Tribulation Realm.
Even if Elder Fang Hanshu concealed his identity as a Lie Shen Ge assassin, it was just an identity, not something that would enhance his strength.
Behind Elder Fang Hanshu, the river of righteous energy surged, gradually transforming into a white spear in his hands.
"A descendant of the Heaven-Striking Temple, an unworthy member of the Fang family, Fang Hanshu."
"Today, I protect the Qitian Temple."
Elder Fang Hanshu brandished his spear, creating a spear flower. With his eyes lowered, he spoke calmly.
If not for his identity as a Fang family member, Elder Fang Hanshu would never have come to Heaven City, nor would he bother with it.
"The Fang family? The ancient Fang family of the Jiangnan Dao, the one that allied with the Vast Righteous Academy and amassed wealth, leaving the people of the prosperous Jiangnan Dao in poverty?"
Emperor Lu Wenchang of the Da Jing Empire chuckled.
He was all too familiar with the nature of this ancient family.
Although he knew of the Fang family's connection to the Heaven-Striking Temple, the temple had been in decline for many years, and the Fang family no longer acknowledged their heritage as descendants of the temple.
"Indeed... So, an unworthy descendant."
Elder Fang Hanshu held the spear diagonally, his beard flying in the wind. He raised his head, gazing at the Fang family ancestor who, amidst the swirling mists, selflessly transformed into the Corpse King to protect the temple. He sighed softly.
The Fang family's traditions and obsessions had long been forgotten.
After all, the Heaven-Striking Temple had been destroyed, and the Fang family no longer considered themselves descendants of the temple.
Elder Fang Hanshu also disapproved of the current Fang family. With no ties to the Fang family in the Jiangnan Dao, the only remaining descendants of the Heaven-Striking Temple were Elder Fang Hanshu and his sister, Fang Shangzhen.
In truth, Elder Fang Hanshu had hesitated about whether to fight for a god sect that had been destroyed for so long, as doing so carried great risks, even the possibility of death.
But when he saw that the Fang family ancestor willingly endured thousands of years of isolation to protect the Qitian Temple, becoming the Corpse King to absorb death and corpse energies, Elder Fang Hanshu understood the significance of this family obsession.
Emperor Lu Wenchang of the Da Jing Empire looked at Elder Fang Hanshu indifferently.
"You have the courage to stand up at this moment, but what can a mere First Calamity cultivator like you protect?"
"Is it worth risking your life to protect a Qitian Temple god with whom you have no connection?"
Emperor Lu Wenchang's tone carried a hint of mockery.
The Black Bull Demon God, bearing the Purple Gold Beam, had murder in his eyes. The Buddhist monk from the Western Lands with the cicada tattoo, the Purple Mansion cultivator Zhang Wuji, and the Purple Bamboo Forest woman, Guan Yin, all remained expressionless...
Since Elder Fang Hanshu was blocking their path, it was as if he was cutting off their opportunity. Naturally, they wouldn't hold back.
Killing Elder Fang Hanshu would be justifiable.
Li Che displayed the Shui Long Xiang technique, observing from the shadows, his brows furrowing in concern.
However, Fang Hanshu let out a light laugh, and the long spear in his hand, formed from the vast river of righteousness, trembled.
"Scholars, there's a term called 'sacrificing oneself for justice.'"
"This generation of the Fang family can't rely on my foolish sister to uphold the family's honor, can it?"
"So, it's up to me."
Fang Hanshu turned to glance at the spacious Qitian Temple, which held only one stone coffin.
He exhaled softly.
"Qitian, let the pride of the Fang family."
"But now... this is the final protection."
"Qitian, Hell Lotus, the Fang family... we don't owe you anything anymore."
"Your Majesty, please."
Fang Hanshu's majestic beard danced as his eyes radiated with dazzling brilliance. The next moment, a tortoise shell emitting a gentle glow appeared in his palm, and he clenched his fist, crushing it into pieces.
The aura around Fang Hanshu began to rise steadily.
Sacrificing oneself for justice!
Sacrificing life for justice!
...
...
Divine Capital, Second City.
The Eight-Cornered, Multi-Eaved, Dripping Water, and Qintianbao Tower.
Ninth Floor.
Divine essence intertwined on the Emperor's face, making his entire body blurry, while golden aura continuously wove around him.
The ninth floor of the tower was incredibly spacious and boundless.
The Grand Supervisor sat cross-legged on the back of a dark tortoise, holding a piece of tortoise shell in his hand.
At the entrance to the ninth floor.
Fang Shangzhen and Yue Taofu, the two Deputy Grand Supervisors, stood quietly.
"Qitian, Hell Lotus, the Fang family... we don't owe you anything anymore."
"Your Majesty, please."
Suddenly, a voice echoed throughout the ninth floor, seemingly emanating from the tortoise shell in the Grand Supervisor's hand.
Fang Shangzhen, standing at the entrance, raised his head in surprise, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"Hanshu?"
The Grand Supervisor sighed softly.
He lifted his head, and beneath his blurred face, his eyes gleamed.
As if recalling the past, when the top scholar of the imperial examinations had visited him, claiming to be a descendant of the Qitian Temple, a young man with a vast river of righteousness.
"It's the Hell Lotus..."
"I owe you."
In the vast and boundless ninth floor.
A light sigh echoed.
...
...
Boom!
As Fang Hanshu's aura rose steadily.
The Black Ox Demon God, the Ascetic with the Cicada Pattern, and the Shaman Priest all had subtle changes in their expressions.
"Is this... the power of the Grand Supervisor? He's borrowing strength from Gongshu Guigu!"
"He's seeking death! Gongshu Guigu's power of heaven and earth... he can't withstand it!"
"Protecting Qitian? It's been so many years, what's left to protect? Still sacrificing himself! Fool!"
The curses continued unabated.
The numerous powerful beings who had crashed through the Qitian Temple's doors no longer hesitated. They unleashed their power, rushing to suppress Fang Hanshu.
The power of the Grand Supervisor...
They dared not underestimate it.
Even the supreme beings of various powers dared not underestimate the Grand Supervisor, Gongshu Guigu.
Because...
This man.
Represented the will of heaven and earth! Moreover, time was of the essence, as the supreme foundation they had displayed was not their own, merely a delay tactic against the constantly growing aura of the Corpse King guarding the temple.
So, they had to act swiftly.
In front of the Wicked Temple, a powerful and terrifying aura erupted.
Demonic energy, Buddhist light, divine essence, and calamity power, various forces swept like a hurricane, tearing the void like a tattered cloth, with cracks crisscrossing everywhere.
Li Che raised his hand and gently touched the Qitian mask on his face.
He exhaled slowly.
Li Che had no obsession with protecting Qitian.
He simply felt that if the Great Sage's corpse fell into the hands of these people...
It would be an insult to Qitian.
How dare they touch the Great Sage's remains? Of course, if it was truly impossible, Li Che wouldn't force a fight. If necessary, he would retreat, living in this world as if on thin ice, always prioritizing stability.
However, with all the calculations in place...
Let's start with a wave of attacks!
With a thought.
Li Che's Qitian mask suddenly lifted, and he took a step, moving silently and swiftly.
At the same time.
The Blue Lion, Ling Shui, Nine-Eyed, and Giant Claw, the four great calamities and three tribulations, also erupted with demonic energy, following closely behind the Black Ox Demon God.
As the Black Ox Demon God struck a terrifying blow with the Purple Gold Beam, aiming at Fang Hanshu, his old strength exhausted and new strength not yet formed.
Suddenly, the four demon gods simultaneously unleashed their full power, ignoring the suppression of their demonic ranks, and attacked the Black Ox Demon God.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
The Black Ox Demon God was caught off guard and unprepared.
Demonic energy exploded, his skin torn and blood splattered.
"What are you doing?!"
"You're asking for death!"
The Black Ox Demon God was both shocked and furious, his killing intent raging.
What was happening? Why were they attacking him?
Suddenly.
The Black Ox Demon God raised his head and saw a huge black gate crashing down, instantly swallowing him.
Fang Hanshu's aura continued to rise, and the vast river spear in his hand trembled incessantly.
He looked up, his gaze fixed on the massive city gate that had swallowed the Black Ox Demon God.
Fang Hanshu recognized it instantly.
It was...
Ink City, the Capital of the Netherworld.
At the city gate of the Netherworld.
The Divine Monkey stood erect like a staff, with golden blood bursting forth, dancing wildly behind him, resembling a thousand-mile-long cloak.
Like...
The Great Sage had returned!
(End of Chapter)
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