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Chapter 465: Opening the Coffin to See the Great Sage's Remains (Part 1)
Chapter 465: Opening the Coffin to See the Great Sage's Remains (Part 1)
Li Che brought Fang Hanshu to the Capital of the Netherworld in Ink City.
That place was Li Che's territory, and he was the ruler there, so it was the safest place for Fang Hanshu. Li Che had found the most peaceful place for Fang Hanshu to read.
However, the Capital of the Netherworld in Ink City was in ruins, so Li Che created a leisure pavilion for Fang Hanshu, where he could read in peace.
In reality, Fang Hanshu didn't have much time left.
Sacrificing himself for righteousness, he was truly giving his all.
Li Che was helpless. He wanted to save Fang Hanshu, but it was impossible. After all, facing six Divine Tribulation Cultivators in the Two Calamities realm was beyond even Li Che's capabilities.
Previously, Li Che had exhausted his resources to deal with the Black Bull Demon God, a Two Calamities Divine Tribulation Cultivator, using underhanded methods like backstabbing and scheming.
To deal with the powerful cultivators in the Two Calamities realm, Li Che might not even be able to ensure his own safety.
But now, things were different.
Many times, the change in the situation was just a matter of a single thought.
After Li Che had exhausted his resources to kill the Black Bull Demon God, he completed the Bind Deity, and with the transformation of the Sea-Flipping Nine Heads, he now had two Two Calamities realm cultivators under his command.
Additionally, with his own Martial Immortal Dao Yun and the transformation of the three Divine Seeds into Immortal Seeds, he obtained three strange Immortal Seeds, and his explosive power increased once again! The change in the situation was no longer as dire as before.
Unfortunately, Li Che still couldn't save Fang Hanshu. Fang Hanshu had chosen to borrow the power of the Grand Supervisor, and although he gained the power of heaven and earth, it came at the cost of his own life force.
So, Li Che asked Fang Hanshu if it was worth it. However, Fang Hanshu didn't mind. Perhaps he felt that Li Che could save him and allow him to exist in another way, but even if that wasn't possible, Fang Hanshu would accept it calmly.
After all, the Fang family's ancestral instruction was to protect Heaven City, and Fang Hanshu had fulfilled it. He had not disgraced the Fang family or his ancestors, and that was enough.
After sending Fang Hanshu away, Li Che pressed down on the divine monkey mask on his face, and his gaze fell upon the five powerful cultivators.
The powerful auras intertwined and surged, causing the airflow within the Heaven-Striking Temple to rage uncontrollably. The temple itself was strange, and upon entering the palace, it transformed into an incredibly vast space.
Compared to a normal square, it was enormous, and the stone coffin was located in the central position.
It seemed to be sitting in the center of the square, exuding a sense of loneliness.
The situation within the temple gave Li Che a sense of familiarity, similar to what he had felt in the ninth floor of the Divine Capital's Imperial Observatory, where the Grand Supervisor resided.
On that ninth floor, Li Che had experienced this feeling of expanding space.
Although it was just a small room, it could become infinitely vast and enormous.
Perhaps this was the power of spatial Dao Yun.
"Netherworld..."
Zhang Wei looked at the masked divine monkey and sighed softly.
He then turned his gaze towards the two terrifying and ferocious beasts blocking their path. One was a Demon God from the Demon Race, and the other beast was so fierce that it was the most ferocious creature Zhang Wei had ever seen in his life.
However, Zhang Wei felt that the Black Bull Demon God was acting strangely.
After entering the Capital of the Netherworld, why was he now working with the Netherworld Monkey? What agreement had they reached within the Capital of the Netherworld? Zhang Wei had an inexplicable sense of unease.
He raised his head, and the Heavenly Dao Soul floated out, sensing the constantly rupturing space above the inner city of Heaven City. The disturbance was gradually calming and subsiding.
His heart couldn't help but feel heavy. The longer they delayed, the more unfavorable the situation became for them.
Once the Curse Corpse King returned to the temple, they would have to retreat, or else...
They would die! They couldn't stop a Three Calamities realm Curse Corpse King; he was not on the same level as them.
Boom!
"Make your move!"
"Finish this quickly!"
Zhang Wei clenched his five fingers, and his divine essence surged and boiled. From the divine niche behind him, countless divine essences poured out like a river and flowed into the silver carving, rushing towards Li Che.
"Black Bull Demon God! What are you thinking? Even if you truly joined forces with the Netherworld, this delay will cause our supreme Dao Yun to be unable to restrain the Curse Corpse King. If we can't get the Heaven City's Corpse and the Heaven-Striking Temple's Divine Weapon..."
Zhang Wei shouted.
On the other side, the Ascetic Monk with the Cicada Pattern also took action. His monk's staff shook, and countless staff shadows intertwined densely, releasing the power of the Two Calamities realm.
Upon reaching the Divine Realm, the difference between Martial Deities and Divine Tribulation Cultivators wasn't as significant as the gap between Martial Saints and Divine Embryos. They both relied on their divine essence to direct their actions, so their methods were somewhat similar.
It was just that Martial Deities engaged in close combat, borrowing from martial arts and martial techniques. The Ascetic Monk was a Martial Deity, and his methods were fiercely domineering. With a single staff technique, he shook the heavens and the earth.
Perhaps this was the reason he was chosen to come to the Heaven-Striking Temple to seize the opportunity.
Roar!
The Sea-Flipping Nine Heads wildly shook its six heads, fiercely attacking the Ascetic Monk who had cast the staff shadows.
The battle erupted instantly, and the powerful force was slightly restrained, as they were worried about damaging the Heaven City's Corpse.
But even with this restraint, the unleashed battle power was still extremely terrifying.
The five Two Calamities realm cultivators unleashed their powerful techniques, and the calamity force raged and surged, causing the space to ripple and undulate like torn cloth.
Logically, the space in the Wicked Temple should be more stable and resilient, making it more difficult to break. At the very least, it should be more resilient than the human world.
Because the Wicked Temple connected the human world and the Wicked Quarters, the space strength between them would adjust accordingly.
However, within this Qitian Wicked Temple, the space seemed incredibly fragile.
"Fight for the Heaven City's Corpse!"
A deep voice echoed without end, filled with determination. This was their goal.
They seemed certain that within the stone coffin lay the Heaven City's Corpse.
The Black Bull Demon God and the Sea-Flipping Nine Heads blocked the five Two Calamities realm cultivators, appearing somewhat strained, and they were even on the verge of being defeated!
Li Che, however, did not activate his strange Immortal Seeds and immediately joined the battle.
His toes tapped the ground, and the ground seemed to explode with invisible ripples. Countless airflows surged before his body, like waves parting in his wake.
His entire body resembled a comet, pulling out dazzling white waves within the Wicked Temple.
He rushed towards the stone coffin containing the remains of Heaven City.
On the ancient coffin, lotus patterns were carved, depicting the Hell Lotus.
Li Che's eyes held a complex glint, and his expression carried a hint of determination.
Undoubtedly, based on the clues he currently possessed, he had connected the dots. He realized that this Temple God, Qi Tian, belonged to the Hell Lotus faction among the Wiles Pavilion's pantheon.
The Black Sumeru, the Weird Demon Cave, and the Dark Heavenly Court, along with many other pantheons, were unwilling to see Qi Tian's revival. They sought to claim Qi Tian's corpse and sever any chance of his resurrection!
From another perspective, they aimed to completely annihilate the Hell Lotus faction.
Just like his daughter Xi Xi, who had been harmed by the Golden Heavenly King Pagoda Temple God of the Black Sumeru. She had been cursed by the Hell Lotus, and when she broke through her Divine Embryo, she would face a great tribulation.
Other Temple Gods of the Hell Lotus faction...
The Third Prince should also be one of the Hell Lotus Temple Gods. The Temple Gods within Yun'e and Zhou Peng's bodies, like the Temple Gods of Tian Peng and Guanghan, were likely part of the Hell Lotus faction as well.
Li Che was unsure and couldn't judge the nature of the Hell Lotus faction. After all, he was just an ordinary mortal; how could he possibly understand the affairs of the gods?
He only knew that these pantheons wanted to harm his daughter, even to the point of capturing her. That was enough!
Boom!
A terrifying collision erupted as the ascetic monk with the cicada pattern on his body swung his staff in an arc, unleashing a dark light that shattered the very fabric of space.
His eyes, burning with the cicada-patterned flames, fixed intensely on the Netherworld Monkey God rushing towards the stone coffin.
Not only him, but Zhang Wuji, the female Guanyin, the former emperor of Da Jing, Lu Wenchang, and the powerful Wu God Priest also turned their attention to the Netherworld Monkey God.
They, too, seemed curious about the Netherworld Monkey God's intentions. Were they going to open the coffin and see if Qi Tian's corpse was truly inside?
However, despite their curiosity, their actions showed no signs of restraint.
Boom!
The void seemed to collapse as the Black Bull Demon God and the Sea-Flipping Nine Heads roared and howled, their bodies shaking violently as if about to explode.
Yet, their figures remained steadfast, unwilling to retreat. Their battle intent was palpable, as if they were rooted in the void, determined to fight to the bitter end.
Even with the Calamity Wheel on the Black Bull Demon God's body covered in cracks, he refused to give up.
This shocked everyone; was the Black Bull Demon God of the Ten Thousand Rivers going mad?
Why?
Shouldn't they all have the same goal for coming here?
Why would the Black Bull Demon God choose to ally with the Netherworld and even fight to the point of frenzy, allowing his Calamity Wheel to shatter, damaging his source and cutting off his path to godhood?
He had gone insane!
Boom!
A terrifying assault swept through, and the divine essence surged like a vast ocean, containing the power of the Dao. This made the divine essence shock even more formidable, intensifying the attack.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
"Ah! Come on!"
"This old bull isn't afraid of you!"
The Black Bull Demon God roared, his body swelling as he held up the Purple Golden Beam. He wildly waved it around, spitting blood as he did so.
On the other side, the Sea-Flipping Nine Heads had its six heads connected by necks resembling a divine dragon. Its scales expanded, spewing out ink mist.
Suddenly, the ascetic monk with the cicada-patterned eyes twirled his staff.
"Poison!"
Boom!
A terrifying golden cicada, a fusion of divine essence and Buddhist light, appeared, flapping its wings.
In an instant, the golden cicada turned black before everyone's eyes.
"Damn! They discovered the poison?"
The Black Bull Demon God coughed up blood as he cursed.
Why was he poisoned?
Oh, he had been backstabbed... No problem there!
It wasn't that the big black bull was stupid, but that his master was too cunning... and clever!
Hidden in the darkness, Gu Yin Xuan, wearing a mask and wrapped in a black robe, saw that his prized Heaven Poison Spirit Pill was useless. The eyebrows beneath his mask twitched, and he gradually went mad.
Bald donkey, you've piqued the interest of the Poison Saint!
He raised his hands, and between each finger, he held a dark, poisonous pill emitting a toxic aura. He crushed them and flung them out.
Poisonous mist swirled!
Meanwhile, Li Che paid no attention to the Black Bull and the Sea-Flipping Nine Heads, who were almost torn apart by the attacks.
Blocking them with their lives was enough, after all...
They weren't afraid of death. Even if they died, they could always revive and fight again.
Even Gu Yin Xuan, who hadn't surpassed the First Disaster and Third Tribulation Realm, had been thrown out by Li Che.
However, Gu Yin Xuan was different. With his mastery of the Thousand-Bone Centipede Scatter, he possessed the foundation and strength of a Second Disaster and Second Tribulation Realm Divine Tribulation Cultivator. Therefore, Li Che's decision to have Gu Yin Xuan intervene could effectively stall and hinder their opponents for a while.
Li Che's objective was the same as Fang Hanshu's.
Blocking these five Second Disaster Realm experts was enough to buy some time for the Temple Guardian Corpse King.
Once the Fang family's ancestor returned, everything would be secure!
These greedy individuals who coveted Qi Tian's remains would pay with their lives, one by one.
However, Li Che didn't plan to take action himself, as his goal was merely to stall.
Because he had one more thing to do.
Buzz!
Li Che approached the stone coffin, a simple and unremarkable object quietly placed in the center of the Wicked Temple.
He looked towards the back of the temple, where a Temple God statue sat on the altar.
However, the statue was completely shrouded in dense, eerie mist, making it impossible to discern its features.
Yet, through the swirling mist, one could glimpse exquisite armor carvings—chainmail, golden-threaded robes, cloud-treading boots, draped curtains, and two soaring phoenix feathers, faintly visible.
The more Li Che observed the statue, the more he felt an overwhelming sense of oppression, as if a pair of fiery eyes were staring directly at him from behind the mist.
The complete Qi Tian's face was trembling slightly.
It was as if it was being drawn to the ancient stone coffin, which was emitting an incredibly powerful attraction towards Qi Tian's face.
At this moment, the mythical weapon seemed to have its divine essence fully awakened.
This was why Li Che chose not to engage the five Second Disaster Realm Divine Tribulation Cultivators but instead came to the stone coffin, seizing the initiative.
Li Che had an extremely bold and intense idea in mind.
These powerful individuals from various factions aimed to obtain Qi Tian's corpse from the Qi Tian Temple and prevent his resurrection.
(End of Chapter)
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