Chapter 469: A Somersault, a Ray of Golden Light, and a Staff Kill, the Invincible Dou Zhan Kills Al

Chapter 469: A Somersault, a Ray of Golden Light, and a Staff Kill, the Invincible Dou Zhan Kills All Enemies

Boom!

The entire Inner City of Qitian trembled violently, as if every brick and stone were unstable, shaking intensely. Cracks appeared, and hot air rose with a hissing sound.

A terrifying divine aura swept through like a hurricane, howling through every corner of the Inner City. The divine might was overwhelming, causing the sky to darken completely, losing its brilliance!

This aura even spread through the gates of the Inner City, reaching the Outer City of Qitian, where many cultivators were scratching their heads and wondering what was happening inside. Their expressions changed dramatically when they sensed the terrifying power.

Some cultivators who had managed to escape from the Inner City described the situation briefly, saying that a supreme battle was taking place inside.

A supreme being had arrived and was fighting against the ancestor of the Qitian Temple, who had been sitting in meditation for thousands of years without dying.

Others claimed that the Qitian Temple's deity had revived, an ancient living god awakening in this era, and it was extremely terrifying.

The cultivators in the Outer City, who were unable to enter the Inner City, were stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief.

The temple deity had revived, and an ancient god had awakened in this era?

That was a god!

Boom!

The pitch-black gates of the Outer City shook violently once again.

Some cultivators widened their eyes, as from the gate, a figure emerged, releasing an incredibly oppressive aura that seemed to distort the void and change the colors of the sky.

The aura of a Two Disaster Realm expert was even more terrifying than a mountain flood bursting its banks.

Zhang Wuji, the leader of the Zifu Divine Sect, had escaped from the Inner City. With his immortal-like appearance, his face was now filled with dread, and his entire body seemed to tremble slightly.

In his palm, he held a silver artifact, emitting an uncontained divine aura. It was an unsealed divine weapon, and its overwhelming pressure made the cultivators in the Outer City feel like they couldn't breathe.

Zhang Wuji took a deep breath, his hair and beard flying in the wind, and his Daoist robe fluttering. The divine shrine on his back trembled continuously, merging with him, warning of the impending danger within the Inner City.

So, without hesitation, Zhang Wuji fled.

Just as he had chosen to retreat the moment he saw Qitian's remains open its eyes in the stone coffin, his decision was influenced by both his own caution and the warnings from the divine shrine on his back.

As it turned out, his choice was the right one.

Buzz!

The gate trembled slightly, and from the darkness, several figures darted out.

They were Lu Taibai, Lu Qiankun, Ye Pengju, Wang Kui, and other newly advanced Martial Gods who had just broken through the First Disaster.

Lu Taibai and Lu Qiankun had initially wanted to stay a little longer to witness the final outcome.

But when the gates of the Qitian Temple swung open, and the sound of footsteps echoed, an unmatched aura burst forth from the temple, soaring into the clouds, too intense to look at directly.

"Qitian!"

"The Qitian Temple's deity!"

"Dou Zhan Yujian Saint Qitian!"

The cultivators who had escaped from the Inner City exchanged glances, their faces filled with shock and awe.

In this lifetime, they had the chance to witness the revival of a god, making their lives truly worthwhile.

Lu Taibai's silver hair fluttered, and the Taibai Sword in his sleeve trembled continuously, while his expression held a complex mix of emotions.

Fang Hanshu... and Li Che...

What had happened to them?

With a god awakening, the storm of power was too much for them to handle, and the Inner City was no longer a place they could set foot in.

However, Lu Taibai wasn't worried about Li Che. The mysteries of the Underworld were beyond his understanding, and the Underworld's strange teleportation abilities, combined with Mocheng Fengdu, made it unlikely for anyone to die easily.

But Fang Hanshu was different...

Fang Hanshu was not from the Underworld, and he was only a Half-Step Divine Embryo.

Lu Taibai sighed softly.

Among the top fighters of the Qian Yuan Divine Sect, Fang Hanshu was the weakest. Lu Taibai had advised him not to come to the Qitian City this time.

But he hadn't listened.

Boom!

The terrifying divine might spread out.

In the Outer City of Qitian, all the cultivators instinctively looked up at the sky.

They saw the sky turn crimson, as if dyed with the most vivid red blood, resembling a churning sea of blood.

There were still many cultivators in the Outer City who had escaped from the Inner City.

They were well aware of what this abnormality in the sky represented.

It meant...

A Two Disaster Realm expert had fallen!

This was a tragic sign of a powerful cultivator's demise. Cultivators who had reached such heights faced countless challenges, surviving for long periods in the mortal world, absorbing heavenly resources to attain their current level.

Their deaths would be mourned by the heavens themselves.

Zhang Wuji raised his head, his hair and beard flying, his expression filled with complexity.

"They're all dead... all of them..."

Zhang Wuji shook his head slightly.

The Dajing Former Emperor Lu Wenchang, the Chanting Wen Monk from the Western Buddhist Lands, the woman Guanyin from the Purple Bamboo Grove, and the Wu Shen Mountain's Priest of the Witch Gods had all perished.

If they hadn't escaped, they would have become food for the revived god.

Did they really think gods were easy to deal with?

They were gods, beings that looked down on mortals and dominated the world!

Even in the mortal world, cultivators at the Disaster Realm couldn't easily descend without being targeted by heaven's will and facing the Three Disasters and Nine Tribulations.

And a living god appearing in the mortal world was even more unimaginable.

Just the mere presence of a god's aura would cause heaven's will to react, unleashing calamitous power to cleanse the divine aura.

Therefore, Zhang Wuji would never dare to unseal a divine weapon and release its divine aura in the mortal world.

"Qitian has revived... The situation in the Inner City is probably completely out of control."

Zhang Wuji shook his head.

"Regardless, I'm still alive... and that's the best outcome."

"No matter how talented you are, no matter how unmatched your physical body is..."

"No matter how awe-inspiring your divine might is, no matter how transcendent you are from the mortal world..."

"Time is like a knife, and only those who survive... are the true powerhouses, the ultimate victors."

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...

A fiery red cloak billowed like a thousand-mile-long red dragon, swirling in the heavens.

The Qitian Temple's deity had risen from the dead, climbing out of the stone coffin and slowly walking out of the temple.

In just three steps, the transformation was complete! The old monkey, once dressed in plain clothes, now wore the Cloud-Treading Golden Boots, adorned with a golden lock-linked golden scale armor, and a golden phoenix-feathered crown. In an instant, the entire world seemed to brighten, with a majestic and awe-inspiring appearance, the golden armor shining, and the cape fluttering like fire, exuding a powerful aura.

Each strand of the monkey's fur seemed to glow with a radiant sheen, revealing every detail, swaying gently in the breeze, and its eyes shone like two blazing suns, exuding an unparalleled splendor.

Boom!

Above the sky, dark clouds rolled, and death energy surged.

The old monkey tightly gripped the Magic Buffing Staff, aiming it at the vast sky. Its fiery golden eyes instantly burst with dazzling brilliance, like two rays of golden light piercing through the dark clouds.

The old monkey's gaze swept across the entire Inner City of Qitian.

Inside the city, death energy and corpse energy swirled, and one after another Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses knelt on the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Each Guardian's face seemed to show a look of excitement.

A complex and sorrowful expression appeared in Qitian's eyes.

He recognized these people—they were the powerful cultivators and disciples of the Temple of Qitian, recruited by Fang Xinyuan after he established his own sect.

Thousands of years had passed, and the marks left by time had become mottled, yet these people were still guarding Qitian.

Fang Xinyuan's casual words and promises from back then had led the disciples of the Temple of Qitian to dedicate thousands of years to fulfilling them.

Qitian's two fiery phoenix feathers suddenly lashed out, as if piercing through the void, wildly whipping and rippling the space, causing the void to wrinkle and ripple like a pond.

The momentum surged, constantly rising. After devouring the blood, flesh, and essence of the four Er Zai Shen Jie Zun Zhe who had intruded into the Qitian Temple, his aura was rapidly recovering and growing stronger. However, he didn't hide in the temple to slowly recover.

Instead, he fearlessly and resolutely stepped out, donned the divine armor, grasped the divine weapon, and was ready to fight.

Boom, boom, boom!

The void seemed to twist, and divine auras raged and intertwined, even though he had not yet fully recovered to his divine state. But at this moment, he already possessed an unmatched demeanor.

Although he was still an old monkey, each strand of his divine aura was like a pillar supporting the heavens, dazzling and brilliant. The Inner City of Qitian, shrouded in darkness by death energy and corpse energy, was now completely illuminated!

The killing intent was so intense that it seemed to have materialized, surging like a tidal wave.

This was...

The killing intent of Qitian Dashi!

"Roar!"

The old monkey spread his arms, gripping the Magic Buffing Staff, and pointed it at the sky. The killing intent spread, and this city, which had protected him for thousands of years, was now... it was time for Qitian to protect them.

The killing intent filled the air, and the entire Inner and Outer City of Qitian seemed to have entered a freezing winter, with goose feathers flying and endless fallen leaves fluttering down.

Li Che followed behind, his heart trembling at the overwhelming might. This was truly one of the strongest cultivators he had ever seen.

However, Li Che's eyes shone with curiosity, wondering if this state of the Great Sage could be sustained, and if it could be maintained indefinitely. Could he truly return to his peak state after experiencing death and rebirth? Of course, Li Che was also curious if the Great Sage's revival was indeed as he had guessed, triggered by the transformation of the Suixin Jintie Divine Staff into a heart, which awakened the divine aura within the Magic Buffing Staff, thus stimulating Qitian's revival.

The pure divine essence he had infused into Qitian's remains...

Had it also played a role?

Boom!!!

Above the sky...

Perhaps the emergence of Qitian from the strange temple had startled the terrifying figures behind the death energy cloud cover.

A terrifying force struck down, and countless cloud covers instantly exploded.

The dark clouds dispersed, revealing five figures exuding overwhelmingly supreme auras.

Each of them held supreme essence, floating above Qitian City, exuding a terrifying grand aura, intertwining with each other, as if deities overlooking the mortal world.

Boom!

An extremely loud blast echoed, and a figure plummeted from the sky like a cannonball.

Finally, it slammed into the ground of Qitian City, causing countless areas to collapse, revealing a massive pit.

Hiss...

Black blood splattered everywhere, cold yet radiating a scorching heat. Steam rose, shrouding the pit and the ruins in mist.

The Inner City of Qitian was incredibly resilient, but at this moment, it crumbled like tofu, with countless stones shattering like debris, blooming like flowers.

In the sky, five figures emanated terrifying supreme auras, enveloped in a brilliant glow, their divine essence intertwining like a colorful cloud behind them. The Zhai Jie Lun was enormous, filled with oppressive energy.

These were supreme cultivators who had reached the pinnacle of their cultivation, standing at the apex of the cultivation world.

They were just a hair's breadth away from the divine realm.

At this moment, they were solemn, with shadows behind them. They looked down at Qitian, who had emerged from the strange temple.

"Damn... He's truly revived!"

"Incredible, there's actually a divine being who can revive ahead of time? This is too terrifying... It will disrupt everyone's plans."

"If Qitian can revive, will the other evil gods of Jianlian also revive?"

...

The five supreme cultivators' powerful heavenly Dao souls continued to clash and communicate.

Each of them held supreme essence, which had located Qitian's Inner City in the vast and boundless strange palace.

Their eyes were filled with solemnity and disbelief.

They imagined many things and worried about what would happen next.

Would the Jianlian camp rise to prominence in this era of decline?

Buzz...

Qitian stepped out of the strange temple, and with one stride, he appeared in the pit and ruins.

The Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses, who lay in the ruins, was covered in cracks, and black blood flowed from his body. His flesh and bones were crumbling inch by inch.

With the divine essence of the Qitian Temple, he had been infected and transformed, but at this moment, it was collapsing, unable to hold together any longer.

He was on the verge of annihilation, no longer resembling a human, his skin dark and black like jade, thoroughly contaminated by corpse energy and death energy.

"Master..."

The founder of the Fang family, Fang Xinyuan, struggled to sit up cross-legged.

His eyes turned scarlet, and at the end of his life, his will overpowered the chaos and madness brought by the Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses.

His eyes shone with brilliance and joy.

Finally, he had waited for the clouds to part and the moon to reveal itself, and his mood was naturally elated.

"Master, you've been reborn."

Fang Xinyuan smiled.

Qitian appeared in the ruins, closely observing the child who had been his disciple for thousands of years.

Now, he was leaving him.

For some unknown reason, Qitian's heart was filled with endless sorrow.

"Ah..."

Qitian sighed softly, shaking his head, and his two phoenix feathers soared straight into the sky.

"You've worked hard."

In the end, countless sighs and sorrows turned into a single voice.

Fang Xinyuan looked at the recovered Qitian with admiration and reverence, gazing at the magnificent golden armor, the fluttering phoenix feathers, and the fiery cape on his back...

Just like in the past.

The divine monkey who had saved him from the abyss.

"Master... I can only protect you until now."

"You must... fight until the very end!"

Fang Xinyuan pursed his lips, his eyes carrying a hint of gentleness and hope.

Qitian patted Fang Xinyuan's head, "Don't worry, Little Fang."

"Now that I, Old Monkey, have been reborn... none of the gods and buddhas in heaven and earth can take my life again!"

Qitian's eyes shone with golden brilliance, his gaze sharp and fierce. The killing intent was overwhelming, filling him with immense confidence.

It was as if he was declaring war on all the gods of every camp!

"Good, good!"

Fang Xinyuan's lower body had already started to crumble, turning into extremely fine particles, like sand constantly falling.

He heard Qitian's powerful words, and his eyes instantly burst with dazzling brilliance.

It was as if the power of time had blurred his vision, allowing him to dream of thousands of years ago. He had received Qitian's assistance, and from the beginning as an unfavored private child, he had fought his way to a glorious path, standing at the pinnacle of cultivation in the mortal world.

He had even established the Temple of Qitian, shining brilliantly for an era!

"I... I won't be able to see Master's majestic display of power."

Fang Xinyuan's nose turned sour, and his heart was filled with regret, causing him to shed tears.

The curse marks on the cursed corpse were shattering, and even Fang Xinyuan's body was crumbling. This was the aftermath of becoming a cursed corpse. Although he had gained immense power and an immortal life, if he were to be struck down, there was a chance he would completely perish, making it difficult to be reborn, without even the slim chance of reincarnation in the underworld.

"It's possible. If you want to see, I'll show you."

Qitian rubbed Fang Xinyuan's head.

An old monkey, touching an old man.

Beneath them, countless darkness surged like a tide, giving rise to black lotuses. Though deeply dark, they brought a sense of peace.

In the sky, the aura of five supreme beings shone with brilliance, majestic and dazzling, yet chilling to the heart.

Li Che also walked out of the Temple of Qitian and saw this scene from a distance.

Where is there no parting in life, even for the divine, there is no escape from the sorrow and grief of separation.

"You must watch carefully and see how magnificent Master's rebirth is!"

The old monkey laughed heartily, his golden eyes blinking incessantly. He raised his head, and the blood-red cape behind him suddenly billowed.

Buzz!

The next moment, as the monkey head rose, the golden eyes shot out two cold electric beams, piercing through the void and capturing everyone's hearts. They aimed directly at the five supreme beings.

"Little Brother, please take care of my good disciple."

The old monkey spoke.

Li Che was startled, realizing that the old monkey was talking to him.

He nodded, and the golden skull under the Original Dragon Elephant Yan slightly moved.

"Okay."

"He's afraid of pain, and he needs someone to be with him. Please take care of him."

The old monkey spoke again.

The next moment, Qitian's legs suddenly bent, and as they straightened again, his entire body seemed to leap up, flipping over in a somersault.

With just one somersault, he appeared in front of a supreme being, a Buddhist monk holding a string of Buddha beads that emitted a supreme aura. The monk had a fat face and big ears, and his heart was filled with terror!

So fast!

The raging wind in the void rose, and a golden staff instantly grew, pressing down like a mountain.

The Buddha beads in the monk's hand were suddenly offered up, and each bead burst with extremely cold and dazzling Buddha light!

It was as if countless ferocious and terrifying Buddhas were rising, their golden light brilliant yet chilling, and the soul of heaven and earth was like an ocean, surging with terror!

However, the staff stirred violently, indestructible!

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

In the void, explosions rang out, and the Buddha beads shattered one by one. Countless golden light rained down, splashing onto the ground of Qitian's inner city.

"He has just been resurrected, and after absorbing a few venerables, he's only at the power of a supreme being. We must not fear or retreat. He is not a god now!"

"Kill him! Suppress him!"

"Once the gods arrive, it will be his death!"

"The Jianlian Camp will not be allowed to make their final struggle in this divine tide!"

The roar echoed from the fat-faced supreme Buddhist monk, like the roar of a furious Buddha!

The other four supreme beings, after their initial shock, also took action, exerting themselves even more than when they fought the Guardian of the Temple: King of Cursed Corpses.

Because Qitian and the King of Cursed Corpses were not on the same level!

Clang!

In the sky, with a single collision, the fat-faced supreme Buddhist monk spat out blood, his physical body almost exploding. The staff trembled, as if splitting the entire heaven and earth.

A supreme being was sent flying, and in midair, blood splattered, with each drop of blood like a crystal red jade! The other four supreme beings also took action, unleashing their supreme foundations. The terrifying Dao Yun and tribulation power intertwined in the air, creating boundless pressure, like a vast net, forming an unparalleled killing intent to completely suppress Qitian!

This scene was truly astonishing.

In the entire inner city of Qitian, it was now empty, and the only one who could witness this was Li Che.

The air was filled with the oppressive aura of the Guardian Zombie King, and numerous dead bodies knelt on the ground, unable to move under the overwhelming pressure.

Even Li Che, with his seven orifices shielding him from the pressure, felt a sense of oppression in his heart.

This was a battle he couldn't interfere with. With his numerous means and overlapping powers, he could even fight against an Er Zhai Shen Jie Zun Zhe.

But compared to the Supreme, the gap was too vast.

Li Che exhaled lightly, his muscles tense.

He felt a sense of crisis looming overhead.

"The Pantheon... Do they hold such a deep grudge against Jianlian?"

Li Che's eyes shone with curiosity.

He wondered why the Pantheon, including Guigu Ku, Meng Tian Ting, Hei Xumi, and others, wanted to suppress Jianlian and eradicate the possibility of the Pantheon's revival.

What exactly had Jianlian done in the past?

Li Che's heart stirred, recalling the scenes he had glimpsed through the Dao Guo of the Dream Master.

The mountains of corpses and seas of blood, enveloped by the brilliant light of Xixi.

Perhaps that was the truth?

"So, as Jianlian's daughter, Xixi is destined to confront the Pantheon in the future? Or, does the Pantheon also intend to eradicate Xixi?"

"This grudge... It's too immense."

Li Che's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a hint of worry surfaced.

High in the sky, Qitian Dashi's battle intent surged. His fiery golden eyes emitted electric sparks, and his golden fur danced wildly in the air currents.

Even the five Supremes, with their Supreme Dao Yun and divine weapons unsealed, releasing their divine aura, couldn't stop Qitian Dashi's relentless advance!

He moved against the current!

With a somersault, a golden light, and a reckless strike with his staff!

Qitian's staff descended with the essence of immortal martial arts and the simplicity of the Great Dao!

It was a divine slaughter!

His offensive power was unparalleled in the world!

The heavens seemed to pale in comparison to his strike, and the sky of Qitian's inner city, with its mysterious palace, appeared to have been struck by an immense, abyss-like chasm!

Boom!!!

The countless Buddhist beads shattered and turned to dust, and the fat-headed monk was drenched in blood, his flesh falling like a broken doll. Suspended in mid-air, he exploded, blooming like fireworks!

Another Supreme roared as a cauldron with four burning flames approached.

However, Qitian Dashi's red cape fluttered, and as his toes touched down, the void became a mirror, instantly filled with cracks. In the next moment, he stepped onto the cauldron.

Boom!!!

The Cloud-Treading Holy Boots stomped heavily, and the entire cauldron tilted to the side. The four strange fires leaped out, turning the sky into a sea of flames!

Within the sea of fire, another Supreme let out a heart-wrenching scream.

In the midst of the flames, the Supreme's flesh and blood vanished, along with his divine weapon and divine secret techniques. Nothing could stop Qitian, and he turned into ashes, disappearing.

"Why? Why can you fight us even though you've just revived, with only the strength of the first Three Calamities and one Tribulation Realm? Why?!"

A Supreme cried out from within the sea of fire.

"Whether it's ten thousand years ago or ten thousand years from now, can't you remember my name?"

"Listen up!"

"I, the Great Sage..."

"Qitian Dashi!"

Boom!!!

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Li Che raised his head, taking a deep breath. His eyes were filled with deep awe.

It was a complete annihilation, a total dominance.

The five Supremes were on a different level, and their strength far surpassed Qitian's.

It was like the difference between the first Calamity and first Tribulation Realm and the first Calamity and third Tribulation Realm.

But in front of Qitian, this gap was as if it didn't exist.

That staff technique...

In Li Che's chest, the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Guo trembled like never before, filled with joy and excitement, as if it were madly reflecting and simulating!

This was the true essence of Qitian's staff technique!

In this moment, Li Che's understanding of this immortal lineage martial art soared.

He seemed to have gained enlightenment, facing the true essence of the staff technique.

That was the true essence of Dou Zhan Kill's staff technique!

"It's so cool, so powerful... right?"

As Li Che's heart trembled, a proud voice rang out from the side, belonging to Fang Xinyuan, the founder of Qitian Temple, sitting amidst the ruins of a deep pit, his body slowly turning into sand, starting from his lower body and gradually spreading to his waist.

But he seemed oblivious, proudly raising his head like a child boasting about his powerful teacher.

Li Che smiled, "Indeed... it's cool."

Fang Xinyuan held his head high, and on his body, there was a sense of decline, and as the Zombie King, there was also a surging death energy.

The Zombie King marks on his body gradually dissolved, causing his appearance to crumble.

Li Che's eyes flashed with admiration and reluctance. He extended his hand, spreading his five fingers, and aimed at the old man.

He attempted to capture his soul.

But he gained nothing.

Li Che's heart sank slightly, and in his chest, the Pure Heart Dao Guo thumped.

The Pure Heart Dao Guo's divine nature surged into the old man's body.

However, it was to no avail.

"Don't bother, young man..."

Fang Xinyuan waved his hand.

"I have a descendant who followed my ancestral teachings and will. He stood up to protect Qitian, and I saw it... I'm touched. After I die, give this jade talisman to him."

Fang Xinyuan stopped Li Che's actions and handed him a jade talisman.

Li Che knew he was referring to Fang Hanshu, the scholar who sacrificed himself for his principles.

In reality, Fang Hanshu was also about to die, but the old man could still have his soul captured. This Zombie King, who sacrificed his soul to protect the temple, couldn't be captured.

"Okay," Li Che agreed.

The old man stopped speaking and continued to proudly gaze at the sky.

He could no longer maintain his appearance.

But he held onto his pride, gazing at Qitian with longing in his eyes.

Until the last inch of his flesh turned to sand, like flying ashes, vanishing between heaven and earth.

This old man, who had lingered between life and death for thousands of years, didn't end his life in decay but instead transformed into heaven and earth with pride, concluding his life.

High in the sky, within the sea of four-colored flames.

Finally, a monkey's cry tore through the heavens!

(End of Chapter)

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