Chapter 470: Qitian's Early Revival, the Irritable Third Prince, and the Three-Eyed Sage's Narrow Vi

Chapter 470: Qitian's Early Revival, the Irritable Third Prince, and the Three-Eyed Sage's Narrow Victory [Seeking Monthly Votes]



Sitting in the inner city of Qitian, guarding it for thousands of years.

In the end, he still turned to ashes, becoming flying sand, dust returning to dust, and earth returning to earth.

Originally a Supreme, sitting for thousands of years, letting his flesh and blood wither, his cultivation declining, and finally choosing to become the Guardian Shrine Curse-Zombie King, restoring his Supreme combat power, but still unable to achieve transcendence before his death.

In the end, he couldn't withstand the knife-like passage of time.

The Patriarch of Qitian Temple, Patriarch of the Feng family, Fang Xinyuan, ultimately perished in battle.

Even Li Che felt a deep sorrow for this extraordinary figure who lived for an eternity, guarding Qitian, with an iron will and a heart as fervent as a blue lotus, untainted by the demonic.

His eyes often shone with the radiance of Qitian's might.

Above the sky, a sea of fire raged, and the Dan Lu was trampled and shattered, releasing four-colored strange fires that covered the sky.

A Supreme's eyes blazed with fire, as if his entire body had become a burning immortal furnace, unleashing a fierce attack on the grieving Qitian, aiming to seize the opportunity in the moment of his emotional turmoil.

However.

Qitian suddenly raised his head, and his eyes burst forth with divine light, like electricity, as boundless killing intent soared. The Magic Buffing Staff in his hand instantly struck out, piercing through space like a spider web. His golden armor clanged, and the phoenix feather purple-gold crown on his head fluttered as his treasure staff swallowed and spat out golden light.

That Supreme was not even a match for a single strike. Perhaps their cultivation realms were the same, but the gap in combat power was immense.

Qitian displayed the Douzhan Conquering Secret Art, capturing the essence of the universe and infusing it into his staff, showcasing unmatched combat prowess.

The Supreme's forehead was pierced, and his miserable howl echoed through the fiery sky, accompanied by a clanging sound, like the shattering of flesh and blood.

Amidst the sea of fire, a large piece of shattered flesh exploded like a dazzling firework.

Holding the Magic Buffing Staff, Qitian strode through the fiery rain, his cape seeming to be drawn from the sun itself, and his boots woven from captured thunder.

A resurrected deity, domineering and unparalleled, five Supremes joined forces, but their Supreme foundations were shattered by Qitian's strikes. With each blow, Qitian's newly revived physical body ravenously devoured the scattered flesh and blood, growing stronger.

This was a battle of near annihilation.

Qitian emerged, demonstrating what it meant to be a Great Sage and a Douzhan Conqueror.

...

...

Li Che looked down at the body of Fang Xinyuan, now reduced to flying sand and vanished without a trace.

By merging with the deity's nature and accepting its corrosion, he became a Guardian Shrine Curse-Zombie, his body covered in curse marks. As the marks shattered, his flesh was destroyed, and he eventually turned into floating sand.

Li Che sighed softly. He had tried to save him, but to no avail.

The wind blew, and countless grains of sand slowly returned to the earth.

Perhaps this was the best fate for the Patriarch of Qitian Temple, who had sat in seclusion for thousands of years, guarding Qitian. He had been confined within Qitian for millennia and longed to see the world.

Li Che's eyes glimmered as he looked at the ground where the sand had blown away, revealing a crystal glowing with brilliance.

Within the crystal, a powerful Dao-Geniusite essence flowed.

The collapsing Dao was like withering leaves, falling and decaying, and these fallen leaves were Dao-Geniusite crystals...

Li Che suddenly remembered these words and saw the quiet Dao-Geniusite crystal on the ground, its essence stretching out like leaves, forming divine patterns.

In total, there were three leaves, a Three-leaf Dao-Geniusite crystal.

It was the crystallization of the collapsed Dao of the Patriarch of Qitian Temple, Fang Xinyuan.

Li Che knew quite a bit about Dao-Geniusite crystals. The Four-Palace Dao-Geniusite crystal he obtained in the mortal realm contained a trace of Dao-Geniusite essence, but not much, and it was still useful for cultivators facing the first tribulation.

However, true tribulation cultivators required Dao-Geniusite crystals with higher concentrations of essence, where the essence was woven into leaf-like divine patterns.

Only the mysterious temples of the Three Purities could truly produce such crystals.

The weakest was the One-leaf Dao-Geniusite crystal, and Li Che had obtained one before, feeding it to the Temple Deity Meatball formed by Huang Jianjiu.

Fang Xinyuan, the disciple of Qitian, had received guidance from Qitian himself, advancing far on the path of cultivation, even reaching the pinnacle, almost touching the divine barrier and the Dao itself.

Now, with the collapse of the Dao, he had transformed into a Dao-Geniusite crystal.

Moreover, it was not the weakest One-leaf Dao-Geniusite crystal but a Three-leaf Dao-Geniusite crystal, containing the Dao and its profound principles.

Fang Xinyuan left two things behind: a jade talisman for Fang Hanshu, who inherited his will, and a Three-leaf Dao-Geniusite crystal.

Li Che crouched down and picked up the Dao-Geniusite crystal.

A warm essence flowed from the crystal, containing Fang Xinyuan's Dao and its profound principles.

His eyes revealed a mix of surprise and complexity.

Perhaps this was the last gift the Patriarch of Qitian Temple left for the mortal realm.

The Dao-Geniusite essence within was indeed vast and powerful, far surpassing the One-leaf Dao-Geniusite crystal Li Che had obtained before. Li Che's heart stirred, and he decided not to use this crystal for cultivation but to feed it to the Temple Deity Meatball formed by Huang Jianjiu, allowing him to inherit Fang Xinyuan's Dao.

Perhaps this way, Fang Xinyuan's Dao could continue in the mortal realm.

After all, cultivation required Dao-Geniusite essence, but there were many Dao-Geniusite crystals in the world. Feeding this Three-leaf Dao-Geniusite crystal to Li Che for cultivation would only extract its essence.

However, feeding it to the Temple Deity Meatball, which was undergoing a transformation, was different.

It might allow the Temple Deity Meatball to comprehend and grasp Fang Xinyuan's Dao and its profound principles, ensuring his legacy in the mortal realm.

Li Che kept the Three-leaf Dao-Geniusite crystal.

He looked up at the sky, his mind replaying the scenes of Qitian's battle with the five Supremes.

He began to develop a deeper understanding of Qitian's staff techniques and even tried to comprehend the Douzhan Conquering Secret Art.

It was a powerful art of profound principles.

If one could comprehend it thoroughly, it might become a divine martial art with an extremely high upper limit.

The Heaven and Earth Chessboard surrounded him, each chess piece glowing with brilliance, as if weaving a scene that depicted Qitian's staff pressing down on the void, shattering the Supreme.

A thunderous roar echoed.

The sea of fire surged, torn apart by a single blow.

A set of golden armor shone brilliantly, and a red cape, like the sun's rays, billowed in the air. On his feet were cloud-woven holy boots, interwoven with divine thunder and lightning.

The old monkey's eyes shone with golden light, and he sighed softly.

Blood rain swirled around him, constantly being absorbed, and his qi rose steadily. He was absorbing the energy from the Supreme's flesh and blood to strengthen himself and become more powerful.

Another thunderous roar.

The entire Inner City of Qitian shook violently, as if it were about to be torn apart by a terrifying force.

A reverberating ape's cry echoed endlessly, its shockwaves ravaging the surroundings.

Blood rain fell, and the world changed color.

However, in the Inner City of Qitian, Li Che was the only living person witnessing this spectacle, his heart stirred with emotion.

Qitian's revival and the slaying of five Supremes was a battle destined to be recorded in the annals of history. The loss of five Supremes in a single day was a devastating blow to various powers and factions.

Qitian stood above the sky, the sea of fire falling, plunging towards the mortal realm.

Smoke and clouds were blood-red, like a desolate, eerie palace, reflecting the dazzling sunset. The golden light was so intense that it seemed to engulf the entire city.

Li Che stood in the deep pit, his head held high. The Primal Dragon-Phoenix Flame raged and burned within him, and his eyes gleamed with gold.

This scene might become an unforgettable memory in his mind.

He finally understood the true meaning of power.

He felt the allure of strength.

...

...

The Outer City of Qitian.

The entire city shook violently, as if a great change had occurred. This ancient city, which had stood on the earth for countless years, was now shrouded by a terrifying anomaly.

All the cultivators in the outer city had horrified expressions, sensing an immense divine might surging forth, so overwhelming that it was hard to breathe, almost suffocating.

The blood in the sky grew more crimson, as if blood rain was pouring down. Everyone was stunned, unsure of what had happened.

This anomaly was so shocking that it filled them with fear and a sense of sorrow, as if their minds were beyond their control.

"A Supreme has fallen..."

He had clearly guessed what had happened in the Inner City of Qitian.

The five Supremes, who had located the Inner City of Qitian within the eerie palace using their Supreme essence, had crossed over, but they seemed unable to suppress Qitian, who had just revived.

Instead, they were stained with blood and even became a source of energy for Qitian to absorb and strengthen himself after his revival.

The sky seemed to crack, with deep chasms like abysses. Blood-red light spanned vast distances, as if stretching for millions of miles, and within it, the wails of lost souls could be heard.

Blood rain poured down, staining the entire city of Qitian red.

Inside and outside the city, everyone fell silent. They opened their mouths, but no sound came out. They couldn't find the words to express the awe they felt in their hearts.

What had happened in the Inner City of Qitian?!

However, the news spread quickly, as someone had guessed what had occurred and shared their speculation.

The Temple Deity of Qitian has revived and, with his divine body, slain many Supremes from various factions who had come to attack! This anomaly in the heavens is because the fallen Supreme was a cultivator born in the mortal realm!

This speculation was like thunder, shocking everyone. The cultivators in the city and outside it stood in awe, their hearts trembling.

A Supreme has fallen!

Many cultivators outside the city were dazed, wondering, "What is a Supreme?"

Their cultivation and level were too low; they had barely heard of the Two-Disaster Venerables, let alone the Three-Disaster Supremes.

After someone explained it to them, they were left only with horror and shock.

Could such a significant event have happened in the Inner City of Qitian? Of course, hearing about the slaying of Supremes alone might not be that shocking, but combined with the blood-stained sky and the overwhelming pressure of the heavens and earth, it was enough to chill their hearts.

Even with the size of the Temple Deity of Qitian, it was impossible to leave the eerie palace and descend upon the outer city.

But one must always be cautious.

To live a long life, one cannot rely on luck for everything.

Gambling is a grave sin for those who seek a stable and long life.

Most people were filled with excitement, eager to witness the might of the Temple Deity of Qitian.

The Temple Deity of Qitian has revived and slain five powerful Supremes, the Three-Disaster God Tribulation Supremes who looked down upon the mortal realm. They have become history, forever forging the supreme might and legend of the divine! The revival of a deceased deity in this era has truly shocked everyone.

The blood rain continued to fall, and no one knew how long this anomaly, the heavens' lament for the fallen Supreme, would last.

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The Inner City of Qitian.

Li Che watched as the Temple Deity of Qitian emerged from the torn sea of fire.

The intertwining of two lifetimes' legends seemed to become a reality, tangible in this moment.

It must be said that by the end of this turmoil, it had surpassed Li Che's ability to intervene. A Two-Disaster level Venerable like Li Che could still handle it.

But when it came to the Supreme level, Li Che had no chance of dealing with it.

These invading Supremes were not weak; each Supreme was a powerful figure from various divine factions, located through their Supreme essence and locked onto the Inner City of Qitian within the eerie palace.

Even among the Three-Disaster Supremes, they were at the forefront.

However, such a Supreme being was brutally killed by the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, not because they were weak, but because Qitian was too powerful.

Even in his early revival, his strength and combat prowess far exceeded the expectations of these Supremes.

Perhaps, this was the difference between a deity and a cultivator.

But now...

It was all over.

Li Che let out a sigh of relief.

However, he suddenly felt a dense aura of death and corpse energy rising from the ground of the Inner City of Qitian.

Li Che was startled.

The Heaven and Earth Chessboard immediately expanded, sensing the sudden surge of death and corpse energy.

There were too many Guardian Shrine Curse-Zombies in the Inner City of Qitian, all of them exuding death and corpse energy, so Li Che hadn't noticed the strange death and corpse energy until now.

"This isn't the death and corpse energy of the Guardian Shrine Curse-Zombies!"

Li Che's heart was in turmoil as he locked onto the source of the death and corpse energy through the Heaven and Earth Chessboard.

He saw a figure wrapped in a black robe, ugly in appearance, almost identical to the Guardian Shrine Curse-Zombies, raising its head proudly. The death and corpse energy on the ground seemed to come to life.

"Wei Yuan?!"

Li Che recognized this figure because this person had once tried to covet his daughter Xixi.

When the battle ship of the Qian Yuan Dao City sailed along the Grand Canal towards the Divine Capital, this disciple of Lv Tai Bai had rebelled and joined the Zhi Deity Cult. At that time, he had threatened Xixi's safety while confronting Lv Tai Bai.

But Li Che never expected that this Wei Yuan would dare to make a move at this moment, after witnessing Qitian's unmatched might and killing five Supremes.

Wei Yuan was in a state of frenzy, with six heads sprouting from his neck, each with its own colorful aura. Crazy thoughts raged, and waves of death and corpse energy surged!

He transformed into an incredibly ugly, black-gold six-winged corpse cicada!

The huge black gas transformed into a cicada shadow, as vast as a mountain, instantly covering the void of the Inner City of Qitian.

No mistake, one head, one shot, one inner, one appearance, one in 169, one book, one look!

Within the enormous cicada shadow, a vast divine aura surged, and just a wisp of it seemed to crush the void, with cracks constantly intertwining and spreading.

Boom—

The divine aura intertwined in the sky, slowly forming a golden, radiant six-winged golden cicada.

Each cicada wing seemed to represent a desire! "This is..."

Li Che's eyes, burning with the Primal Dragon-Phoenix Flame, seemed to recognize the golden cicada beneath the golden glow.

When he killed Ji Moli, he had revealed the strong man behind the Zhi Deity Cult—a Buddhist monk who had raised Ji Moli from a young age and eventually reached the level of evil by slaughtering an entire city to refine soul blood for cultivation!

And now, this golden cicada had appeared again!

Li Che raised his head, looking at the six-winged golden cicada. Behind the golden cicada stood a Buddhist monk in a cassock.

The monk was enveloped in Buddha's light, his body surrounded by divine aura, crushing the void as he faced Qitian.

Qitian, emerging from the sea of fire, wore cloud-woven holy boots woven from divine thunder, and held the Magic Buffing Staff in his hand, while his golden-eyed fire eyes stared at the monk on the six-winged golden cicada's back.

"Golden Cicada..."

The old monkey, wearing a majestic golden-eyed robe, narrowed his eyes.

"You should call me Master," said the monk, sitting on the back of the six-winged golden cicada, formed by a wisp of divine aura, yet extremely terrifying, with countless Buddha lights resembling the flames of Buddha's nature.

"Our connection ended a long time ago," said the old monkey, waving the treasure staff in his hand and smiling lightly.

The monk on the back of the six-winged golden cicada sighed softly, "As stubborn as ever, but you shouldn't have revived so early. You will become the target of many deities and suffer more than you gain."

"Is my old monkey afraid?" The old monkey sneered.

The monk on the back of the six-winged golden cicada smiled calmly, "Of course, I'm here to..."

"You were once my disciple and my Sumeru Victory Buddha. Taking you back to Sumeru is what I should do."

Boom—

Qitian, having absorbed the blood and Dao souls of the five Supremes, clenched his five fingers, and his monkey hair flew up as his aura soared.

"Ten thousand years ago, ten thousand years from now, I, the old monkey, am the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!"

Qitian's eyes shone brightly, and without wasting words, he unleashed the power of the five Supremes, causing an explosion!

It was as if a divine aura had been restored, stirring the power of the Heavenly Dao.

Brilliant rays of light burst forth, gathering on the staff and fiercely smashing into the enormous six-winged golden cicada, which was emitting a vast amount of death and corpse energy.

Qitian's staff strike was like trampling the sky!

The void seemed to turn into silk, and as Qitian clashed with the six-winged golden cicada, it was torn open, shaking violently. The power of the Heavenly Dao surged, destroying and piercing through everything.

The entire Inner City of Qitian shook violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.

In the Outer City of Qitian, many cultivators who had thought the great battle was over suddenly felt even more violent shaking, instantly realizing that there was an even more terrifying battle taking place within the Inner City.

Apart from the battle between Supremes, there was an even more terrifying fight, and everyone's hearts trembled with fear. Could this be a battle between deities? Just the thought of such a terrifying confrontation made everyone's bodies shiver.

However, amidst the trembling, their hearts were filled with endless yearning.

If they could witness a battle between deities, it would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Inner City of Qitian.

Terrifying storms raged, intertwining and wreaking havoc, as if the air currents were constantly being pushed aside, and the vast air currents erupted.

Li Che's body, amidst the raging energies of the confrontation, was like a small boat on the surface of a stormy sea. His eyebrows furrowed, and his heart was filled with surprise.

Never in his wildest dreams did he expect such a sudden turn of events, and even more so, he learned of a chilling secret.

It turned out that behind Ji Moli stood a monk, a golden cicada, who was one of the gods in the Guoque camp?

It was actually a divine being!

Moreover, it was different from the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, who had just revived, and seemed to be an existence that had already been revived long ago.

Behind the Zhi Deity Cult, there stood such a being?

Golden Cicada...

Golden Cicada Child?

Li Che's heart sank slightly.

This was an existence in mythology, but in this world, the existence of the Golden Cicada was vastly different from his previous life.

Boom—

The enormous six-winged golden cicada flapped its wings, emitting a terrifyingly loud cicada cry, like an incredibly sharp blade, slicing through the heavens! The divine radiance of the old monkey dimmed at this moment, and it seemed less dazzling and handsome as it fought against this colossal golden cicada.

"Qitian, it's your turn now, followed by the Irritable Third Prince, the Wonderful Dao Displaying Holy True Lord... and of course, the Lotus Daughter."

"Your early revival will only intensify the gods' suppression of the Infernal Lotus gods!"

"They will lose their chance to revive and remain eternally dormant, and you will be the culprit!"

"In this divine tide, the Infernal Lotus will surely wither."

The six-winged golden cicada let out a booming sound.

"Hahahaha..."

"What's there to fear? That Irritable Third Prince has a temper far more explosive than mine. Go and provoke him if you dare! As for the Wonderful Dao Displaying Holy True Lord... he's the Three-Eyed True Lord who can narrowly defeat anyone. Do you know what that extra eye is? It's a heart's eye. Go and provoke him if you dare!"

The old monkey's laughter shook the heavens and the earth, showing no trace of worry.

Countless supreme pillars of light, transformed from supreme auras, continuously poured into his frail body.

On the withered body of the old monkey, even the fur seemed to glow with brilliance!

Boom—

Between heaven and earth, it was as if chains appeared, the chains of the Great Dao, entangling and sealing off each Great Dao!

The clattering chains of the Great Dao seemed to have swept in from ancient times, and on each chain, a supreme deity seemed to be bound! The six-winged golden cicada shone with golden light, and countless Buddhist lights transformed into sword lights, which then turned into deadly lights, containing immense Dao-Geniusite power and overwhelming divine auras.

Boom—

The enormous six-winged golden cicada seemed to transform into a gigantic palm, spanning the sky and covering the entire inner city of Qitian.

The terrifying and oppressive aura filled every corner of the void.

Li Che silently observed this battle, which, to him, was truly a fight among gods.

It was not something he could get involved in at this moment.

However, the words spoken by the six-winged golden cicada made Li Che's entire body tense up, and he felt a heavy pressure in his heart.

Sure enough,

The target of these gods within the Guoque was also the Lotus Daughter!

They would not let the Lotus Daughter off the hook!

And Xi Xi's true identity was the Lotus Daughter... This secret was no longer concealable, and many forces had already learned of it.

In the sky above, countless divine lights surged, blocking out the sun and the moon, like a tidal wave with no end in sight. Only the gigantic six-winged golden cicada and the tiny, black-dot-like old monkey were engaged in a fierce battle!

The terrifying pressure was unbearable, like mountains being slashed across, constantly pressing down and giving people an unbearable sense of heaviness.

The inner city of Qitian could no longer be saved.

Li Che sighed softly, and the terrifying divine aura oppressed the void.

He couldn't see the final outcome of this battle and could only hope that the Great Sage Equal to Heaven would ultimately emerge victorious.

This battle made Li Che's body tremble slightly, and he yearned for power even more.

Boom—

Incomparable brilliance appeared in the void, and the Douzhan Conquering Secret Art was pushed to its limit, unafraid even when facing the palm of the six-winged golden cicada that was about to cover the heavens.

With no fear at all.

Li Che took one last deep look and saw a somersault, a ray of golden light, and a staff strike!

Fighting with all his might, battling without regrets.

Li Che exhaled, clenched his five fingers, and vanished from the inner city of Qitian.

He reappeared in Mocheng Fengdu.

All divine might disappeared, and the heavens and earth became quiet, giving Li Che an unprecedented sense of security.

The dark rain gathered into clouds in the sky and fell with a loud patter.

It washed every corner of Mocheng, which had become a shattered ruin, with nothing left intact.

The dark rain blurred the heavens and earth.

Above the sky.

The Heaven and Earth Chessboard stretched across, weaving together.

The Thunder Chessmen that Li Che had left in the inner city of Qitian established a connection with the Heaven and Earth Chessboard.

On the chessboard, a radiant light shone, revealing a scene.

In a small dark pavilion.

Fang Hanshu's figure sat quietly, holding a sacred book in his hand, seemingly maintaining a reading posture, with his white Confucian robe fluttering and a smile on his lips.

Even in death, he retained the composure unique to scholars.

Li Che sighed softly.

He walked up to Fang Hanshu's body, but in the end, he was still dead. He had borrowed the power of the Cosmic Will from the Chief Commissioner, exceeding the limits of his body.

Li Che walked into the dark pavilion.

The rain fell on the pavilion's roof, splashing and creating a misty haze.

Above the sky, in the scene projected by the Heaven and Earth Chessboard.

The battle between the Great Sage Equal to Heaven and the six-winged golden cicada continued, but the outcome was already clear.

Li Che sat beside Fang Hanshu's body.

In his chest, every Dao Guo was beating violently, and it was evident that his harvest this time was quite rich.

The Dragon-Elephant Diamond, Incorruptible Heart, Chess Sage, Painted Immortal, and Ten-Thousand Demon Emperor Dao Guo were all trembling violently!

However, at this moment, Li Che didn't pay attention to these.

He exhaled softly.

Raising his head, he watched the battle between Qitian and the golden cicada.

His palm landed on Fang Hanshu's body, and as his palm touched, Fang Hanshu's body seemed to turn into countless fireflies due to the erosion of the power of heaven and earth, as if undergoing a heavenly transformation.

Seizing the Gods.

Old Fang, open your eyes.

Take a look at this,

A battle among the gods.

(End of Chapter)

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