Chapter 467: Golden Eyes Open in the Stone Coffin, Qi Tian's Resurrection

Chapter 467: Golden Eyes Open in the Stone Coffin, Qi Tian's Resurrection

At the Qi Tian Temple, the unleashed airflow raged and intertwined relentlessly, creating a terrifying scene akin to a dragon tornado. The power of the second disaster tribulation cultivators was overwhelming.

However, at this very moment, within the temple, numerous second disaster tribulation cultivators felt an unparalleled and immense pressure. Their bodies trembled with fear.

The scene was akin to a horror story, causing the powerful cultivators present to stand in awe, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Among them, Zhang Wuji, the head of the Purple Mansion Sect, cried out in disbelief and quickly retreated, retracting his silver chisel and transforming into a ray of light, swiftly moving backward.

In just a few breaths, he had reached the entrance of the Qi Tian Temple.

The other second disaster tribulation experts did not react as intensely as Zhang Wuji. Although Qi Tian's resurrection did give them a chilling sensation, they remained relatively calm.

After all, Qi Tian was a legendary divine being. Even the weakest divine being was far beyond the power of these second disaster tribulation experts, and even the most powerful cultivators would struggle to face a divine being directly.

Unable to contend with divine beings, no one mocked Zhang Wuji's exaggerated reaction. It was a natural instinct for survival.

The atmosphere inside the Wicked Temple became tense and suffocating. Not even a hint of noise could be heard.

The only sound was the faint rustling of air caused by the swaying of the treasure staff standing behind the stone coffin, reminding everyone that time had not frozen or paused.

The coffin lid opened on its own...

The Chaos Primordial Golden Hoop Staff flew over and stood upright within the coffin.

It trembled, as if cheering and surging with joy.

The scene was so shocking that it left everyone feeling as if their blood had frozen in their veins.

The Cicada-Patterned Ascetic Monk, the Great Emperor of the Da Jing, the Goddess of Mercy from the Purple Bamboo Forest in the South Sea, and the Shaman Priest from the Shaman Mountain, all second disaster tribulation experts, did not react as intensely as Zhang Wuji.

Although they were nervous, they did not immediately turn and flee, almost escaping from the Qi Tian Temple.

"Qi Tian... has he truly resurrected?"

"Impossible! How could Qi Tian possibly come back to life now?!"

The Cicada-Patterned Ascetic Monk spoke in a deep voice.

"The Hell Lotus Maiden has not yet broken through to the divine tribulation. The fortune of the Hell Lotus has not yet turned. Qi Tian cannot have revived!"

The Cicada-Patterned Ascetic Monk, who hailed from the Western Buddhist Kingdom, seemed to know many secrets due to his connection with the Black Sumeru, one of the divine camps.

"I don't believe it!"

The cicada patterns on the ascetic monk's eyes seemed to come alive, burning like fiery flames.

"I don't believe it either. The divine beings said... that Qi Tian's resurrection would be challenging, and he might fall into a deep slumber, never to awaken again..."

"After all, in the last divine wave, the Hell Lotus was defeated and crushed. All the Hell Lotus divine beings perished. Even if they established the Wicked Temple to facilitate reincarnation, it's not an easy task."

The Great Emperor of the Da Jing, Lu Wenchang, wore a golden dragon robe that fluttered in the wind. He held a large dragon flag spear, and the flag flapped vigorously, exuding an aura as deep as an abyss.

Second disaster tribulation experts were already considered unparalleled masters in the mortal world. Their mental state was extraordinary, allowing them to face any strangeness without fear.

Therefore, they did not easily abandon the temple, leaving behind Qi Tian's remains and the Chaos Primordial Golden Hoop Staff, an unparalleled divine weapon.

"I want to see for myself... if Qi Tian has truly resurrected!"

"Even if he has just revived, he won't have regained his divine power. What's there to fear?"

Lu Wenchang spoke coldly.

They represented various camps, each with their own objectives.

Naturally, they couldn't be scared away by the sight of an automatically opening coffin.

Buzz—

Lu Wenchang's dragon flag spear suddenly coiled, as if piercing through the void. His golden dragon robe fluttered, and golden fortune seemed to shower down upon him like a delicate garment. He took a bold step forward with his golden boots, reaching the coffin.

His eyes shone with dazzling golden light, filled with caution. He peered into the coffin, testing the waters.

This move carried the risk of being a trailblazer, but it also presented the unexpected benefit of seizing the initiative.

If Qi Tian had not resurrected, Lu Wenchang would be closer to Qi Tian's body than anyone else.

But now, on top of the stone coffin, there was not only Qi Tian's body...

There was also the Chaos Primordial Golden Hoop Staff!

These were all opportunities, and opportunities were for the brave to seize.

The ascetic monk from the Western Buddhist Kingdom hesitated, unsure whether to take action.

The Goddess of Mercy from the Purple Bamboo Forest in the South Sea took a small step forward with her bare feet, wavering in hesitation.

The Shaman Priest from Shaman Mountain showed no signs of movement, and like Zhang Wuji, he seemed inclined to retreat.

After some deliberation, he turned his attention to Lu Wenchang, who was approaching Qi Tian's stone coffin.

Not only them, but even Li Che's heart gradually calmed down at this moment.

His eyes flickered with uncertainty, and he was left with a sense of astonishment.

Qi Tian's resurrection?

Could it be possible?

Even on Li Che's face, which had been burned by the purple fire, leaving only a golden skull, there seemed to be a glimmer of anticipation.

Li Che even speculated that it might be because he had obtained the Chaos Primordial Golden Hoop Staff.

Perhaps the divine weapon, which contained the breath of a divine being, had been stimulated by Li Che's mastery, causing it to recognize him as its master.

Li Che's mind raced with these thoughts.

This possibility was very high!

In other words, the likelihood of Qi Tian's resurrection was also very high!

Li Che's heart stirred with excitement.

His eyes flashed.

He clenched his five fingers tightly.

Buzz—

Li Che instantly disappeared, teleporting to the side of Qi Tian's stone coffin. The opening, which was widening as the coffin lid moved slightly, grew larger.

Lu Wenchang, blessed with fortune, had eyes like torches. The golden light in his eyes was filled with a solemn aura, as if it had burst forth from the depths of the Nine Underworlds.

Li Che clenched his five fingers, and the Three-Pronged Double-Bladed Saber trembled. Although the Chaos Primordial Golden Hoop Staff had recognized Li Che as its master, he couldn't seem to use it at the moment.

Li Che decided to use the Three-Pronged Double-Bladed Saber to confront his opponent.

The power of the Dao Tribulation, divine essence, and blood essence intertwined and swirled, surging into the Three-Pronged Double-Bladed Saber, breaking free from one of the weapon's vortices like a human body's extraordinary shackles.

The divine weapon was unsealed once again!

Divine essence!

It erupted like a dam bursting, unleashing a deafening roar.

"If you don't want to be the trailblazer, then stop him! Don't let him interfere with my attempt to investigate Qi Tian's resurrection!"

Lu Wenchang strode forward, his aura of fortune and golden light surging endlessly.

He exuded a formidable presence, like a vast ocean, shaking the entire Wicked Temple with each step.

Without hesitation, the Cicada-Patterned Ascetic Monk struck his monk staff against the golden bowl, causing it to shake and fly towards Li Che.

On the other side, the Goddess of Mercy's white veil billowed like clouds, and in her hand appeared a sheep fat jade bottle.

The Shaman Priest from Shaman Mountain thought for a moment, then threw out a bone tooth.

At the same time, he unsealed his divine weapon, releasing a divine essence.

It surged horizontally towards Li Che.

Boom—

In the instant the three auras collided, Lu Wenchang burst forth with speed. Already close to the stone coffin, he leaped over and landed directly beside it.

The dragon flag spear in his hand coiled, and the spearhead suddenly transformed into a hurricane, fiercely striking the treasure staff standing in the coffin.

Clang—!!!

The spearhead collided with the treasure staff.

A powerful counterforce instantly caused Lu Wenchang's entire arm, which held the dragon flag spear, to crack, and blood poured out.

"I felt it... an incredible force!"

Lu Wenchang's face paled slightly.

In the depths of the coffin, someone grasped the other end of the treasure staff, exerting strength to counteract Lu Wenchang's unrestrained thrust!

Lu Wenchang's face twitched, could it be... truly alive?

A dead deity, could it have come back to life so abruptly?

How is this possible?!

Lu Wenchang didn't believe it!

The dragon flag spear pressed against the Ruyi Golden Hoop Staff, and his entire body leaned forward, gazing intently at the opening coffin seam!

He wanted to see through the gap and confirm if the monkey figure inside the coffin had truly revived!

"Ah——!!!"

Lu Wenchang let out a low roar.

His body shimmered with dazzling golden light, and his eyes widened to their limits.

He saw it!

He was about to see it!

...

...

Above the inner city of Heaven-Striking Temple.

The pitch-black mist surged, and behind the eerie fog, a crimson blood-red color emerged.

In an instant, the expansion swept across, covering the entire inner city of Heaven-Striking Temple, as if the sky of Wiles Pavilion had turned blood-red.

A strange phenomenon spanning thousands of miles! Covering the entire sky!

And above the firmament.

The supreme foundation of various powers clashed with the supreme-level Curse Corpse King transformed by the founder of Heaven-Striking Temple, as if a curtain had fallen, and everything became eerily quiet.

Not a sound could be heard!

But within the inner city of Heaven-Striking Temple, there was still a deathly silence.

Many powerful cultivators trembled, raising their heads with all their might under the supreme pressure.

They looked up at the sky, and in the midst of the blood-red color, the eerie fog was torn apart.

Lu Taibai, Lu Qiankun, and many other divine tribulation cultivators who had not yet escaped from the inner city of Heaven-Striking Temple, raised their heads high, their pupils constricting as they observed with all their might.

In an instant, they saw the thick eerie fog that shrouded the inner city of Heaven-Striking Temple, as if it were a massive bubble bursting, dissipating without a trace, no longer swirling in the air...

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

In the sky above, the supreme foundation of various powers dimmed.

For example, the pill furnace once summoned by Zhang Wuji, the Buddhist beads summoned by the Buddhist monk with the cicada pattern from the Western Buddhist Kingdom, the supreme demon pill summoned by the Black Bull Demon God, the double-sided lotus platform summoned by the Maiden Guanyin, and the finger bone summoned by the high priest of the Witch God Mountain.

Terrifying death and corpse auras raged and ravaged the heavens and earth.

"Roar!"

The patriarch of the Fang family let out a long howl, his body covered in spinning curse seals, and countless chains seemed to emerge from the nine underworlds, dancing wildly.

Boom—!!!

The five supreme foundations dimmed, their light completely fading as they were struck by a terrifying force.

The supreme demon pill exploded into pieces.

The Buddhist beads cracked, their light fading completely, losing their luster.

The lotus platform was pierced, losing its divine nature.

The finger bone shattered into powder, and the pill furnace caved in, as if someone had kicked it hard.

Everyone stared at the sky, and in the midst of the surging supreme pressure, it was as if they witnessed the stagnation of time and space.

After a moment of stagnation, an intense turbulence ensued.

Boom—

The five supreme foundations seemed to freeze in mid-air, and after the turmoil subsided, they appeared like five streams of light, shattering space, and were struck by the Fang family patriarch with immense force, sending them flying.

They shot towards the endless eerie fog outside the inner city of Heaven-Striking Temple, completely disappearing from sight.

Clatter, clatter—

One chain after another wrapped around the body.

The Fang family patriarch, who had been guarding the temple for thousands of years, roared in anger.

The withered old man, with a thin and frail body, exuded an overwhelming ferocity that was completely disproportionate to his size, unleashing a burst of rage and violence.

Undoubtedly...

The battle to suppress the Curse Corpse King with the supreme foundation had come to an end.

The five supreme foundations, ultimately not being the supreme themselves, were forcefully struck away.

And after striking away the supreme foundations.

The Curse Corpse King, turned his head abruptly, his eyes emitting a terrifying eerie glow. Death and corpse auras surged like a tide, violently sweeping through the entire inner city of Heaven-Striking Temple, causing it to tremble and be washed over.

Many people felt a sense of impending doom, their bodies chilled as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Boom—

With every step, countless death and corpse auras danced like a thousand-mile-long cloak behind him.

After defeating the supreme foundations of various powers, the Curse Corpse King finally returned to the Heaven-Striking Temple to resolve the matters within and protect Heaven-Striking Temple.

At the entrance of Heaven-Striking Temple.

Zhang Wuji had fled to this spot, essentially withdrawing from the temple. He stretched his neck, looking inside the temple, still paying attention to the situation within.

When the supreme clash above the inner city of Heaven-Striking Temple came to an end.

His expression couldn't help but change slightly.

A sense of heartache emerged as the supreme foundation pill furnace was struck and dented, losing its divine nature, and flying into an unknown location within Wiles Pavilion.

For Zhang Wuji, it was naturally heart-wrenching.

That was the supreme foundation of the Purple Mansion God Sect! "As expected... it couldn't be stopped?"

Zhang Wuji looked up.

Holding the silver-carved object in his hand, he pondered for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the Wicked Temple, thinking of the possible situation, he gritted his teeth, and without hesitation, his robe fluttering, he sped towards the outside of the inner city of Heaven-Striking Temple like a soaring white crane.

In the direction of the Wicked Temple, the supreme aura surged like a tidal wave, relentlessly blasting towards it.

However, just as Zhang Wuji retreated to the inner city gate of Qitian, his eyes narrowed slightly.

His hair and beard fluttered, and his Daoist robe was in tatters as he looked up and saw the Qitian Temple's founder, who had transformed into the Guardian Corpse King, now frozen in mid-air.

The Guardian Corpse King, who was originally eager to return to the Wicked Temple to protect the remains of Qitian, suddenly turned around. Chains lashed behind him as he stared intently at the sky above the inner city of Qitian.

Zhang Wuji exhaled.

"It's finally here..."

"The determination to eradicate the Hell Lotus is indeed powerful!"

As he finished speaking, the Guardian Corpse King, enveloped in swirling death and corpse energy, roared and soared into the sky, the supreme aura becoming increasingly powerful, like a vast ocean.

However...

Above the inner city of Qitian, in the endless crimson sky...

Suddenly, a gigantic hand appeared, its palm lines clearly visible, creating a striking image.

Boom! The giant hand slammed down, colliding with the Guardian Corpse King. The Guardian Corpse King's body trembled violently, as if about to explode, black blood dripping with death and corpse energy, falling like broken black jade pearls.

The giant hand, shrouded in a terrifying aura, slowly transformed into a fat-headed, big-eared monk, with a kind and benevolent gaze, his body bathed in Buddha's light.

"Amitabha, the inner city of Qitian... I have finally found my place in the Wiles Pavilion."

The fat-headed, big-eared monk laughed heartily.

In his hand, he held a string of completely darkened Buddhist beads, which were the Supreme Essence that the Ascetic Monk had previously offered. This fat-headed, big-eared monk also exuded a Supreme aura.

The void tore open, and rifts continued to intertwine and appear, with figures emerging from within.

It was a Heavenly Soldier and God General, dressed in dark silver armor, with a hunting cape fluttering behind him. He held a Divine Essence-depleted Gathering Immortal Flag, his face distorted and twisted, but an extremely cold aura emanated from him.

The numerous Supreme Essences that the Guardian Corpse King had knocked away all returned at this moment, each accompanied by a Supreme-level Calamity-level expert.

These Supreme experts, who had been hidden in the mortal world, were now free to unleash their power within the Wiles Pavilion.

The Guardian Corpse King, transformed from the Fang family ancestor, faced five Supreme experts with chains lashing behind him.

The auras of these five Supremes were clearly stronger than that of the Guardian Corpse King, transformed from the Fang family ancestor. After all, the ancestor, who had just transformed into the Corpse King, still lacked the power to reach the peak level.

At the gate.

Zhang Wuji gasped.

"It worked. The so-called Supreme Essence is not only a means to control the Guardian Corpse King but also a positioning method..."

"This is the true backup and arrangement of the powerful forces!"

Zhang Wuji shook his head.

"It's a pity. If we could have obtained the remains of Qitian and the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick before these Supremes from the Black Sumeru, Dark Celestial Court, and Wicked Demon Pavilion arrived, it would have been a great achievement..."

"Now, the credit is greatly diminished..."

"But at least... it's finally over."

Zhang Wuji didn't rush to escape. Instead, he stood at the gate.

"Although the inner city of Qitian is located within the Wiles Pavilion, the pavilion is too vast and boundless. Moreover, the inner city of Qitian is situated at the border between the Inner and Outer Wiles Pavilions, making it difficult to locate."

"Therefore, the opening of Qitian City this time provided a great opportunity to find and lock onto the inner city of Qitian."

Zhang Wuji crossed his arms behind his back and shook his head lightly.

His gaze turned towards the Qitian Temple.

"It's over..."

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"Even if Qitian revives, what can he do?"

"The newly revived Qitian can't change anything. A more terrifying existence will come to suppress him."

"The Hell Lotus... must be completely eradicated during this Divine Wave!"

As Zhang Wuji sighed, above the sky...

The Guardian Corpse King's physical body was on the verge of cracking, his hair flying, and chains lashing behind him.

Facing the five Supremes, the Guardian Corpse King's body seemed to tremble slightly.

Suddenly...

The Guardian Corpse King slowly turned his head and glanced back at the Qitian Temple.

In his originally chaotic eyes, clarity gradually emerged.

"Teacher..."

"Disciple... I did my best."

The next moment...

The Guardian Corpse King abruptly turned around!

His body erupted with corpse energy, and within his spine, eight vortices of death and corpse energy exploded, resembling the explosion of the Eight Divine Gates. After the explosion...

The sky above the inner city of Qitian was once again shrouded in darkness!

The Guardian Corpse King charged into the clouds, taking on five Supremes at once!

Just as he had sat in the inner city of Qitian for thousands of years without regret.

Today, he fought to his death, turning to ashes and smoke.

But there was no regret.

...

...

The dim orange streetlights illuminated the alleyways.

The disturbance in the inner city of Qitian spread to the outer city, causing it to tremble violently.

In front of a restaurant, the owner held a cigarette between two fingers, the smoke rising and twisting.

Xixi sat in a chair, holding a rice ball, with grains of rice stuck to the corners of her mouth. She looked up, gazing at the scene that emerged from the swirling smoke.

In the scene...

The Guardian Corpse King charged into the sky, fearlessly engaging in battle with five powerful opponents who seemed invincible.

"Boss... will he die?"

Xixi's eyes filled with a hint of sadness.

"Yes, he will die, even though he was already dead... But the death of the physical body and spirit doesn't represent true death. Only when one is completely erased from the world can it be called death."

The owner took a puff of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke as he responded.

"Why would he do this?"

Xi Xi took a small bite of her rice ball. Even though the owner's rice balls were delicious, Xi Xi suddenly lost her appetite.

"Because... he's a good kid."

The owner flicked away the ash, and a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"A private child of a noble family, he was almost beaten to death by the legitimate heir. By chance, he obtained a fire stick with a monkey inside. The monkey taught him cultivation, how to become strong and robust, how to interact with others, and to stand up against power..."

"They relied on each other and survived through hundreds of seasons."

"Later, the monkey died."

"The monkey protected him his entire life, and now it's his turn to protect the monkey."

"That's all there is to it."

"He taught his descendants, his children, to protect the monkey as well, but he knows they might not follow his wishes. So, he persevered in staying alive, barely surviving in this world... just for this moment of protection."

"He's not fearless of death; he's actually a child who's afraid of pain."

"When time carves its mark on his body, it's painful."

"But he's just a good kid who respects his teacher and the Dao."

The owner spoke softly.

Dog Lord let out a whine, resting his chin on his paws, and sighed lightly.

The world is harsh, Dog Lord sighed.

Xi Xi couldn't help but sigh as well, though she didn't know why.

She thought of many things.

If one day, her father, who had always protected her, passed away, would she, like this Temple Curse Corpse King, protect her father with all her might?

Would she?

Xi Xi took a big bite of her rice ball!

She would!

Xi Xi the Great definitely would!

...

...

Inside the Qitian Temple.

The internal space was vast and boundless.

In front of the stone coffin, various powerful auras clashed, as if everything had come to a standstill.

It became utterly quiet, completely frozen.

The former Great Emperor of the Da Jing, Lu Wenchang, held the Dragon Flag Spear against the Ruyi Golden Hoop Staff. He stretched his neck and saw the opened coffin lid...

His gaze fell inside.

However, Lu Wenchang's expression froze.

Because...

Lu Wenchang met a pair of eyes.

A pair of enormous, golden eyes, wide open.

Just a glance.

Lu Wenchang felt as if his will in his mind had completely detached from his physical body, shattered by a terrifying force!

"Ahhhh!"

A scream of agony, and Lu Wenchang spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Gripping the Dragon Flag Spear, he quickly retreated.

Thump, thump, thump.

With each step, the ground of the Qitian Temple cracked, spreading like a spider web.

This heart-wrenching scream...

Terrified everyone.

The Cicada-Patterned Ascetic Monk, the Female Guanyin, and the Wu Shen Mountain High Priest, three powerful cultivators who had joined forces to suppress the Netherworld Emperor Gui, were now on high alert, their hair standing on end!

They turned towards the staggering Lu Wenchang.

They saw the former Great Emperor, his aura of fortune and golden light shattered, his eyes exploding, blood flowing down his face, and a huge gash across his forehead.

His heavenly path soul was shattering...

Hiss—

Such a tragic sight!

They couldn't afford to continue their battle with Li Che.

Lu Wenchang's condition had already explained everything! There was something wrong with the stone coffin!

Or perhaps...

The Qitian Temple's deity...

Had truly come back to life!

"Run!"

Boom!

The Cicada-Patterned Ascetic Monk, who had shouted the loudest earlier, put away his golden bowl and fled towards the exit of the Wicked Temple.

The Netherworld Emperor Gui, Li Che, was suddenly ignored.

Li Che clutched the Triple-Edged Double-Bladed Saber, its blade trembling incessantly.

He turned to look at the stone coffin.

"Slap!"

A dry, monkey-haired hand patted the edge of the stone coffin.

Crack!

The incredibly sturdy stone coffin, made of some unknown resilient material...

Just the lid required Li Che to exert all his strength to push it.

With a single pat, a crack appeared.

Li Che's eyes narrowed.

The atmosphere between heaven and earth seemed to freeze, becoming incredibly stagnant! An unimaginable divine pressure and awe-inspiring might...

Spread out in a grand manner.

Thump, thump, thump—

It was the sound of a heartbeat.

Like the beating of a war drum, it echoed rhythmically, as if controlling the rhythm of all hearts...

As if they would burst with the increasing tempo of the war drum.

Li Che's Unblemished Heart Dao Fruit trembled, and his Seven Aperture Crystal Mind expanded his divine power, easily freeing him from the restriction.

But his eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of excitement.

Lu Wenchang, with bloodshot eyes, and the Cicada-Patterned Ascetic Monk, the Female Guanyin, and the Wu Shen Mountain High Priest, who had just escaped to the gate of the Wicked Temple...

All suffered, their divine power in disarray.

"Run!"

Boom!

The doors of the Qitian Temple suddenly closed! A terrifying roar rose, stirring up a violent storm.

The three powerful cultivators at the second stage of the Divine Tribulation realm were swept away.

Lu Wenchang's eyes were bloodshot; he couldn't see anything, not even his heavenly path soul, which had been shattered. He had lost all perception of the world!

A dignified second-stage Divine Tribulation cultivator had lost his connection to the world.

How terrifying.

Suddenly...

Inside the stone coffin.

The Ruyi Golden Hoop Staff abruptly elongated, making a puff sound...

Piercing Lu Wenchang's chest.

Then, carrying Lu Wenchang's body, it slammed into the closed doors of the Qitian Temple.

A dull thud echoed.

Lu Wenchang's life force was extinguished, and he died.

Inside the stone coffin.

A skinny, emaciated monkey with only skin and bones slowly sat up, leaning against the coffin. Its furry arms rested on the sides, and its golden eyes, slightly dazed, first looked at Li Che.

It tilted its head.

Then, it turned its head, gazing through the dome of the Wicked Temple.

"Sigh..."

"My foolish disciple."

(End of Chapter)

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