Chapter 469: A Somersault, a Ray of Golden Light, and a Staff Strike, the Invincible Battle God Vanq

Chapter 469: A Somersault, a Ray of Golden Light, and a Staff Strike, the Invincible Battle God Vanquishes All Enemies

Rumble—

The entire inner city of Heaven-Striking Temple 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 and lose its brilliance!

This aura even spread through the gates of the inner city, reaching the outer city, where many cultivators were scratching their heads in curiosity about what was happening inside. Their expressions changed drastically as they witnessed the terrifying power.

Some cultivators who had managed to escape from the inner city described the situation, claiming that a battle between supreme beings was taking place!

A supreme being had arrived, engaging in a life-and-death battle with the ancestor of Heaven-Striking Temple, who had sat in meditation for thousands of years without dying!

Others said that the Temple God of Heaven-Striking Temple seemed to have revived, an ancient living deity awakening in this era, an extremely terrifying event!

The cultivators in the outer city, who were unable to enter the inner city, were dumbfounded, their eyes wide with shock.

The Temple God was reviving, an ancient deity awakening in this era?

That was a deity!

Rumble—

The pitch-black gates of the outer city shook violently once again.

Some cultivators widened their eyes, for from within the gate, a figure emerged, releasing an incredibly terrifying pressure that seemed to distort the void and change the colors of the clouds!

The aura of a Second Calamity realm master was even more terrifying than a bursting river dam!

Zhang Wei, the leader of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect, had just escaped from the inner city. With his immortal-like appearance, his face now looked extremely grim, and his entire body seemed to tremble slightly.

In his palm, he held a silver wheel, emitting an unsealed divine weapon's aura. The overwhelming pressure swept through like a storm, making it hard for the outer city cultivators to breathe.

Zhang Wei took a deep breath, his hair and beard fluttering. His Daoist robe billowed, and the divine niche on his back trembled continuously, a sign that the Temple God fused with him was warning of impending danger.

It was alerting him to the imminent, terrifying crisis within the inner city.

Therefore, Zhang Wei did not hesitate to escape.

Just as he had decided to retreat the moment he saw the Heaven-Striking Temple's remains open their eyes in the stone coffin, his choice was not wrong.

Hum—

The gate vibrated slightly, and in the darkness, several figures darted out rapidly.

They were Lu Taibai, Lu Qiankun, and the newly advanced First Calamity Martial Deities, Ye Pengju, and Wang Kui, the governors of the Temple Affairs Department in Da Jing.

Lu Taibai and Lu Qiankun had intended to stay a little longer to witness the final moments.

But when the Heaven-Striking Temple's gates opened wide, and the sound of footsteps reverberated, an overwhelming aura burst forth from the temple, soaring into the clouds, too intense to behold directly!

"Heaven-Striking Temple!"

"The Temple God of Heaven-Striking Temple!"

"The Battle God of Hell Lotus, the Demon Saint of Heaven-Striking Temple!"

The group, having escaped from the inner city, exchanged glances, all of them in utter shock.

In this lifetime, they had witnessed the revival of a deity, making their lives truly worthwhile.

Lu Taibai's silver hair fluttered, and the Taibai Sword in his sleeve trembled continuously, but his expression was complex.

Fang Hanshu... and Li Che...

What had happened to them?

With a deity's revival and such a powerful storm, the inner city was no longer a place for cultivators facing divine tribulations like them.

However, Lu Taibai wasn't worried about Li Che. The mysteries of the Netherworld were beyond his understanding, and the Netherworld's miraculous teleportation, combined with the Ink City and the Capital of the Netherworld...

Anyone in this world could suddenly perish, but the Netherworld's formidable beings were the least likely to die.

But Fang Hanshu was different...

Fang Hanshu wasn't from the Netherworld, and he was only a half-formed divine embryo.

Lu Taibai sighed softly.

Among the top fighters of the Qianyuan Sect, Fang Hanshu was the weakest. Lu Taibai had advised him not to join this trip to Heaven City.

But he hadn't listened.

Rumble—

The terrifying divine might spread out in all directions.

In the outer city of Heaven-Striking Temple.

All the cultivators instinctively looked up at the sky.

They saw the sky turn crimson, as if dyed with the brightest red blood, resembling a churning sea of blood!

In the outer city, there were still cultivators who had escaped from the inner city, facing the divine tribulations.

They knew all too well what this abnormality in the sky signified—

It represented the fall of a Second Calamity realm master!

This was a tragic sign of a powerful cultivator's demise. Cultivating to such heights was incredibly challenging, and they had survived for so long, absorbing the resources of heaven and earth to reach this level.

Their deaths would cause the heavens and earth to mourn and grieve!

Zhang Wei looked up, his hair and beard fluttering, his expression complex.

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

Zhang Wei shook his head slightly. The previous emperor of Da Jing, Lu Wenchang, the Buddhist monk with the cicada pattern from the Western Buddhist Kingdom, the female Guan Yin from the Purple Bamboo Forest, and the shaman priest from the Shaman God Mountain, all perished.

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

Did they really think deities were easy to deal with?

Deities were beings that looked down on mortals and dominated the world!

Even cultivators facing divine tribulations couldn't easily descend to the mortal realm, as they would be targeted by the will of heaven and face the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations.

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

Just the presence of a deity's aura would trigger a stress response from the will of heaven, bringing down calamitous powers to cleanse the deity's aura.

Therefore, Zhang Wei dared not release the divine aura from his divine weapon while in the mortal realm.

"Heaven-Striking Temple has revived... The situation within the inner city is likely beyond control."

Zhang Wei shook his head.

"Regardless, I'm still alive... that's the most important thing."

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

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

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

...

...

A fiery red cape billowed like a thousand-mile-long red dragon, swirling through the heavens!

The Temple God of Heaven-Striking Temple rose 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 stood tall in golden-scaled armor, adorned with a golden-feathered crown, and wearing the Cloud-Treading Sacred Boots. His entire being radiated with an awe-inspiring aura, his golden armor shimmering, and his cape billowing like fire.

Each hair on the monkey's body seemed to glow with a radiant sheen, every strand distinct and vibrant. As the wind brushed past, the hairs swayed gracefully, and his eyes shone like two blazing suns, exuding an unparalleled splendor.

---

Above the firmament, dark clouds swirled, churning with deathly energy.

The old monkey tightly gripped his Ruyi Jingu Bang, aiming it towards the sky. Instantly, his fiery golden eyes erupted with dazzling brilliance, shooting forth like rays of golden light, piercing through the dark clouds. With a sweeping gaze, he surveyed the entire inner city of Qitian.

Within the inner city, deathly energy and corpse energy surged, and one by one, the Temple Cursed Corpses knelt on the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Each of their faces bore expressions of excitement.

Qitian's eyes revealed a complex mix of emotions, tinged with sorrow.

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

Thousands of years had passed, and the marks of time were evident, yet these people continued to guard Qitian.

Fang Hanshu's casual words and promises had led the disciples of Qitian Temple to dedicate thousands of years to their cause.

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

His aura surged, rising higher and higher, devouring the blood, flesh, and essence of the four Two-Disaster Tribulation Venerables who had invaded the Qitian Temple. His vitality was rapidly recovering and growing stronger.

However, he did not hide within the temple to slowly recover.

Instead, he fearlessly stepped out, donned his divine armor, gripped his treasure staff, and prepared for battle. He was ready to fight and slay his enemies.

---

The void seemed to twist and distort as divine essence energies raged and intertwined, even though he had not yet fully recovered to his divine state. Nevertheless, his current form exuded an unmatched presence.

Though still an old monkey, each hair on his body stood like a pillar, radiating a dazzling divine essence. The darkness that shrouded the inner city, enveloped by deathly energy and corpse energy, was completely dispelled by his brilliance.

His killing intent solidified, surging like a tidal wave.

This was the killing intent of the Great Sage Qitian!

"Roar!"

With arms outstretched, the Ruyi Jingu Bang in his grasp, he pointed towards the sky, and his murderous aura spread throughout the entire inner and outer city of Qitian. This city, which he had protected for thousands of years, now needed his protection.

The killing intent permeated the air, and the entire city seemed to plunge into a freezing winter, with goose feathers falling like snow and countless withered leaves fluttering down.

Li Che followed behind, his heart trembling at the overwhelming might. This was the pinnacle of power he had ever witnessed.

However, Li Che's eyes sparkled with curiosity. He wondered if the Great Sage's current state could be sustained, or if it would last indefinitely. Could this resurrection truly restore him to his peak condition?

Li Che also pondered whether the Great Sage's revival was indeed due to the transformation of the Willful Golden Iron Staff into a heart, as he had guessed, stimulating the divine essence within the Ruyi Jingu Bang, thus triggering Qitian's revival.

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

Had it also played a role?

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Above the firmament, a rumbling sound echoed.

Perhaps it was a sign of the Qitian Temple God emerging from the Wicked Temple, which stirred the deathly energy in the clouds, provoking the terrifying figures that lurked there.

A formidable power struck down, causing countless clouds to explode instantly.

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

Each of them held a supreme foundation, floating above Qitian City, exuding a terrifying grandeur. They intertwined, resembling deities overlooking the mortal realm.

A thunderous boom reverberated, and a figure plummeted from the sky like a cannonball.

Finally, it smashed into the ground of Qitian City, creating a massive crater and causing countless pieces of debris to fly in all directions.

A shower of black blood splattered, cold yet radiating intense heat. Steam rose, shrouding the ruins around the crater.

The inner city of Qitian was incredibly resilient, but at this moment, it crumbled like tofu, with countless stones shattering like fragments of a flower.

In the sky above, five figures emanated a terrifying supreme aura, enveloped in a radiant glow. Their divine essence intertwined behind them like a colorful cloud, and the Calamity Wheels, massive and filled with suppressed energy, revolved around them.

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

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

At this moment, they were solemn, their backs casting shadows. They gazed down at the figure of Qitian, who had emerged from the Wicked Temple.

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

"Unbelievable! How is it possible for a divine being to revive ahead of time? This is truly terrifying... It will disrupt everyone's plans."

"If Qitian can revive, will the other evil gods of the Hell Lotus also awaken?"

...

The five supreme beings, with their powerful heavenly path souls, continued to communicate through collisions.

Each of them held a supreme foundation, which they had located within the vast and boundless Wicked Quarters, pinpointing the inner city of Qitian.

Their eyes were filled with solemnity and disbelief.

They contemplated many things and worried about the future.

Would the Hell Lotus faction rise to dominance in this declining era?

---

Qitian stepped out of the Wicked Temple, and with a single stride, he appeared in the ruins of the crater.

The Temple Cursed Corpse King, lying amidst the debris, was covered in cracks, and black blood flowed from his body. His flesh and bones were crumbling.

The divine essence of the Qitian Temple God, which had invaded and transformed the Temple Cursed Corpse King, was now collapsing, unable to maintain its cohesion.

He was on the verge of annihilation, his human form long gone. His skin was as dark as black jade, thoroughly corrupted by corpse energy and deathly energy.

"Teacher..."

Fang Hanshu, the patriarch of the Fang family, struggled to sit up.

His eyes turned scarlet, and as his life reached its final end, his will overcame the chaos and madness brought on by the Cursed Corpse King.

His eyes shone with brilliance and joy.

Finally, he had endured and witnessed the clouds parting to reveal the bright moon, and his mood was elated.

"Teacher, you've been reborn."

Fang Hanshu laughed.

Qitian appeared in the ruins, gazing at the child who had been thousands of years old, the disciple he had protected for thousands of years.

Now, he was leaving him.

For some reason, an endless sadness welled up within Qitian.

"Ah..."

With a light sigh, Qitian shook his head, and two phoenix feathers soared into the sky.

"You've worked hard."

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

Fang Hanshu looked at the recovered Qitian with admiration and awe, gazing at the dazzling golden armor, the fluttering phoenix feathers, and the fiery cape on his back...

Just like in the past.

The divine monkey who had rescued him from the abyss.

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

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

Fang Hanshu pursed his lips, his eyes filled with gentleness and hope.

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

"Since I, Sun Wukong, have been reborn... none of the gods and Buddhas in the heavens and earth can take my life again!"

Qitian's eyes shone with golden brilliance, and his gaze was piercing. His killing intent was overwhelming, filled with immense confidence.

It was as if he was declaring war on all the gods of the various factions!

"Good... Very good!"

The lower half of Fang Hanshu's body began to crumble, turning into extremely fine particles, like sand constantly falling.

No mistake, no hesitation, no room for error!

He heard Qitian's resolute words, and his eyes instantly burst with radiant light.

It was as if the power of time was clouding his vision, taking him back thousands of years. With Qitian's help, he had risen from being an unfavored illegitimate child to forging a glorious path, reaching the pinnacle of cultivation in the mortal world.

He had even founded the Heaven-Striking Temple, shining brilliantly for an era!

"It's just a pity... I won't be able to witness the teacher's display of divine might."

Fang Hanshu's nose tingled, and his heart was filled with regret as tears fell.

The curse seals on the cursed corpse shattered, causing Fang Hanshu's body to crumble as well. This was the aftermath of becoming a cursed corpse. Although he had gained immense power and an immortal life, if he were to be destroyed, he might completely perish, making it difficult to be reborn, and even the slim chance of reincarnation in the underworld would be lost.

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

Qitian rubbed Fang Hanshu's head.

An old monkey touching an old man.

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

In the sky, the auras of the five supreme beings shone brightly, but their grandeur and radiance were chilling.

Li Che also stepped out of the Heaven-Striking Temple and witnessed this scene from a distance.

Parting ways is an inevitable part of life, even for gods, and the sorrow and grief of separation remain.

"You must watch carefully and see how majestic your teacher is after his rebirth!"

The old monkey smiled, but as he laughed, his golden eyes blinked incessantly. He tilted his head back, and the blood-red cape behind him fluttered violently.

Buzz...

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

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

The old monkey spoke.

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

He nodded, and the golden skull beneath the Primordial Dragon Elephant Flame slightly moved.

"Okay."

"He's afraid of pain, so he needs someone by his side. Please help him."

The old monkey spoke again.

The next moment, Qitian's legs suddenly bent, and as he straightened them, his entire body leaped into the air, performing a somersault.

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

So fast!

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

The monk threw out the Buddha beads, and each bead burst with an intensely cold and dazzling light!

It was as if countless ferocious and angry Buddhas were rising, their golden radiance terrifyingly cold, and the boundless heavenly path souls surged like an ocean!

However, the staff stirred, and nothing could withstand its might!

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

In the void, explosions rang out, and the Buddha beads shattered one by one. Countless golden light rained down as the Buddha statues were struck and exploded, falling onto the ground within Qitian's inner city.

"He has just been resurrected and absorbed a few venerables. He only possesses the power of a supreme being. We must not fear or retreat. He is not a god yet!"

"Kill him! Suppress him!"

"When the gods arrive, it will be his end!"

"The Hell Lotus faction must not be allowed to make their final stand in this divine wave!"

The roar of the fat-faced Buddhist monk supreme being echoed, and it was as if a great Buddha was raging!

After the initial shock, the other four supreme beings also took action, exerting themselves even more than when they fought against the Temple Guardian Cursed Corpse King.

Because Qitian and the Cursed Corpse King were not on the same level at all!

Clang!

In the sky, a collision occurred, and the fat-faced Buddhist monk supreme being spat out blood, his body on the verge of exploding. The staff trembled, as if splitting the entire heavens and earth.

One supreme being was sent flying, and his blood splattered in mid-air, with each droplet of blood resembling a blood-red jewel.

The other four supreme beings also took action, unleashing their supreme foundations. The terrifying power of the Dao and tribulation forces 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.

Within Qitian's inner city, it was now empty, and the only one who could witness this was Li Che.

The air was filled with countless dead energy-woven temple curse corpses, these cursed corpses knelt on the ground, already suppressed by the overwhelming pressure and unable to move.

Even Li Che, with his Seven Aperture Crystal Mind shielding the pressure, felt a sense of oppression in his heart.

This was a battle he couldn't interfere with. With his numerous means overlapping, he could even fight against a Two Calamities Divine Tribulation Cultivator.

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

Li Che exhaled gently, his muscles tense.

That was the feeling of crisis looming overhead.

"The Divine Camp... Do they hold such a great grudge against Hell Lotus?"

Li Che's eyes shone with curiosity.

He wondered why the Divine Camp, including the Wicked Den, Dark Celestial Court, and Black Sumeru, would suppress Hell Lotus and extinguish its potential revival.

Hell Lotus... What exactly had it done in the past?

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

The scenes of the blood-soaked mountains and seas surrounding Xi Xi.

Perhaps, that was the truth?

"So, as Hell Lotus's daughter, Xi Xi will inevitably clash with the Divine Camp in the future? Or, does the Divine Camp also plan to eliminate Xi Xi?"

"This grudge... is too great."

Li Che's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a look of concern appeared.

In the vast sky, the Great Sage Qitian's fighting intent surged, his golden eyes emitting electric sparks. His golden fur danced wildly in the air currents.

Even the five Supreme Beings, unleashing their Supreme Dao essence, summoning their divine weapons, and releasing their divine auras, couldn't stop the Great Sage Qitian's relentless advance!

He marched against the tide!

With a somersault, a golden light, and an unwavering staff strike!

Qitian's staff strike was a sublime display of martial arts, a manifestation of the ultimate simplicity of the Dao!

It was a divine slaughter!

His offensive power was unparalleled in the world!

It seemed as if the heavens and earth paled in comparison to this single strike. In Qitian's inner city, the sky of the Wicked Den, a massive abyss-like chasm appeared as if smashed open by his blow.

Boom!!!

The countless Buddhist beads shattered, turning to dust. The fat-faced Buddhist monk was covered in blood, his flesh and blood falling like raindrops. He was like a shattered doll, flying in mid-air, and then exploding like a firework!

Another Supreme Being roared, and a crucible with four kinds of flames approached horizontally.

However, the Great Sage Qitian's red cape fluttered, and he landed on the crucible with a light tap of his toes.

Boom!!!

The Cloud-Treading Holy Boots stomped heavily, and in an instant, the entire crucible tilted, and the four strange fires leaped out, turning the sky into a sea of flames!

Amidst the sea of fire, another Supreme Being let out a heart-wrenching howl.

In the sea of fire, the Supreme Being's flesh and blood vanished, and neither their flesh, divine weapons, nor secret techniques could stop Qitian. They turned to ashes, unable to hinder him in the slightest.

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

Fang Xinyuan waved his hand, stopping Li Che's action.

"I have a descendant who followed my 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 handed Li Che a jade talisman.

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

In fact, Fang Hanshu was also dying, but the old man could still be bound by the divine restraint, while this Temple Curse Corpse King, who had sacrificed his soul, couldn't.

"Alright," Li Che agreed.

The old man remained silent, his head held high, proudly gazing at the sky.

He couldn't maintain his appearance any longer.

But he held on to his proud gaze, yearning for Qitian.

Until the last inch of his flesh turned to dust, like flying ash, disappearing between heaven and earth.

This old man, who had lingered for thousands of years, didn't end his life in decay but with pride, transforming into the heavens and earth.

In the sky, amidst the four-colored sea of fire.

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

(End of Chapter)

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