Chapter 470: The Resurrected Qitian, the Furious Third Prince, and the Close Victory of the Three-Ey

Chapter 470: The Resurrected Qitian, the Furious Third Prince, and the Close Victory of the Three-Eyed True Lord

Sitting idly in the inner city of Qitian, the Qitian Temple's founder, Fang Xinyuan, had guarded Qitian for thousands of years.

In the end, he still succumbed to the fate of turning to ashes, becoming like flying sand, dust returning to dust, and earth returning to earth.

Once an almighty being, he sat idly for thousands of years, allowing his flesh and blood to wither, his cultivation declining, and ultimately choosing to become a Temple Guardian Corpse King, restoring his supreme combat power. However, he was unable to achieve transcendence before his death.

In the end, he couldn't withstand the relentless passage of time.

The founder of the Qitian Temple, Fang Xinyuan, had finally fallen in battle.

Even Li Che felt a deep sense of sorrow, for this was an extraordinary figure who had lived for an immeasurable amount of time, guarding Qitian with unwavering determination and a heart as pure as a lotus, never wavering in his fervor.

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

In the sky above, a sea of fire raged, and a pill furnace was trampled and shattered, releasing four-colored strange fires that engulfed the heavens.

An almighty being with burning eyes seemed to have transformed into a divine furnace, unleashing scorching flames as he rushed to fight the grief-stricken Qitian, aiming to seize the opportunity during his emotional turmoil.

But Qitian suddenly raised his head, and his eyes burst forth with divine light like electricity, radiating boundless killing intent. With a flick of his wrist, the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick appeared, piercing through space like a spiderweb. His body was clad in golden armor, and the phoenix feather and purple gold crown on his head fluttered in the wind, while his treasure stick emitted golden light.

The almighty being was no match for Qitian, even if their cultivation levels were similar, as the gap in their combat power was too vast.

Qitian unleashed the secret art of the Supreme Battle Victor, capturing the essence of the universe and infusing it into his staff, displaying unparalleled combat prowess.

The almighty being's third eye was pierced, and his agonizing howls echoed as thick deathly energy swirled above the sea of fire, accompanied by a resounding crash, like the sound of flesh and blood being shattered.

Within the sea of fire, a large mass of shredded flesh exploded like a dazzling firework.

Qitian held the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, striding through the rain of fire, his cape billowing as if drawn from the sun, and his boots woven from captured thunder.

He was a resurrected deity, unmatched and unparalleled. Five almighty beings joined forces, but their foundations were shattered by Qitian's staff, which concealed profound mysteries. Each strike caused the almighty beings to shatter into pieces, their blood and flesh splattering in the void and surrounding Qitian, nourishing his newly resurrected body.

This was a battle of overwhelming dominance.

Qitian emerged from the sky, demonstrating the true meaning of a Great Sage and the Supreme Battle Victor.

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Li Che looked down at the sand that had once been Fang Xinyuan's body, now scattered and vanished.

By merging with the Temple God's divine will and accepting its corrosion, Fang Xinyuan had become a Temple Guardian Corpse, covered in curse marks. As the marks shattered, his flesh was destroyed, and he eventually turned into floating sand.

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

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

Perhaps this was the best fate for Fang Xinyuan, who had sat idly 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 stone that glowed with brilliance.

Within the crystal, a profound Dao essence flowed.

The collapsing Dao was like withering and decaying leaves, and the falling leaves were Dao essence divine crystals...

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

There were three leaves in total, making it a Three-Leaf Dao essence divine crystal!

It was the crystallization of Fang Xinyuan's collapsed Dao.

Li Che was familiar with Dao essence divine crystals, and the Four Supreme Dao essence divine crystal he had obtained in the mortal realm contained a trace of Dao essence, but not much. Even for cultivators facing the first tribulation, it could still be of use.

However, the true tribulation cultivators required Dao essence divine crystals with a higher concentration of Dao essence, woven into leaf-like divine patterns.

Only the Three Pure Ranks of the Wicked Temple could truly produce Dao essence divine crystals.

The weakest was the One-Leaf Dao essence divine crystal, which Li Che had obtained once and fed to the Temple God's flesh ball, Huang Jianjiu.

Fang Xinyuan, a disciple of Qitian, had received guidance from Qitian and made great strides in his cultivation, even reaching the pinnacle, almost touching the divine barrier and the Dao.

Now that the Dao had collapsed, he had become a Dao essence divine crystal.

Moreover, it was not the weakest One-Leaf Dao essence, but the Three-Leaf Dao essence, containing his Dao and profound mysteries.

Fang Xinyuan left two things behind: a jade talisman for Fang Hanshu, who inherited his will, and the Three-Leaf Dao essence divine crystal.

Li Che crouched down and picked up the Dao essence divine crystal.

A warm energy surged from within the crystal, carrying Fang Xinyuan's Dao and profound mysteries.

His eyes revealed a mix of surprise and complexity.

Perhaps this was the last gift left by the Qitian Temple's founder.

The Dao essence contained within was indeed vast and powerful.

It was far more potent than the One-Leaf Dao essence divine crystal Li Che had obtained earlier. His heart stirred, and he decided not to use this crystal for cultivation but to feed it to Huang Jianjiu's Temple God's flesh ball, allowing Huang Jianjiu to inherit Fang Xinyuan's Dao and mysteries.

Perhaps this would allow Fang Xinyuan's Dao to continue in the mortal realm.

After all, cultivation required Dao essence, and there were many Dao essence divine crystals in the world. It wasn't necessary to use this particular crystal for cultivation; he could simply absorb and extract the Dao essence from it.

But it was different when feeding it to Huang Jianjiu's Temple God's flesh ball, which was undergoing a transformation.

It might enable Huang Jianjiu to comprehend and grasp Fang Xinyuan's Dao and mysteries within the crystal, allowing Fang Xinyuan's legacy to endure in the mortal realm.

Li Che kept the Three-Leaf Dao essence divine crystal.

He looked up at the sky, his mind replaying the scenes of Qitian's battle against the five almighty beings.

He gained a deeper understanding of Qitian's staff and even attempted to comprehend the secret art of the Supreme Battle Victor.

It was a powerful art of profound mysteries.

If one could comprehend it thoroughly, it would be a divine martial art with an extremely high upper limit, a secret art of the divine.

The chessboard of heaven and earth surrounded him, each chess piece glowing, as if weaving a scene, reflecting Qi Tian's staff pressing down on the void, shattering the Supreme.

Boom!

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

A golden armor shone brilliantly, and a red cape fluttered like the sun's rays. On his feet were the Yun Li Sacred Boots, woven with divine thunder and lightning.

The old monkey's eyes shone with golden light, and he let out a soft sigh.

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

Boom!

The entire inner city of Qi Tian trembled violently, as if it was about to be torn apart by a terrifying force.

A reverberating roar of a monkey echoed endlessly, like a shockwave ravaging the surroundings.

Blood rain fell, and the world changed color.

However, in the inner city of Qi Tian, Li Che was the only living person witnessing this spectacle, his heart surging with emotion.

Qi Tian's revival and the slaying of five Supremes was a battle that would surely be recorded in history. The loss of five Supremes in a single day was a devastating blow to various powers and factions.

Qi Tian stood atop the sky, the sea of fire falling, sinking towards the mortal realm.

The clouds and mist resembled blood, as if the Wiles Pavilion, shrouded in silence, reflected the dazzling sunset, its golden light almost engulfing the entire city.

Li Che stood in the deep pit, his head held high, the Primordial Dragon Elephant Flame raging and burning within his eyes, which glowed 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.

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Qi Tian's outer city.

The entire city shook violently, as if a great change had occurred, enveloped by a terrifying anomaly.

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

The blood in the sky turned crimson, as if blood rain was pouring down, leaving everyone dazed, unsure of what had happened.

This strange phenomenon terrified them, stirring up a sense of sorrow, as if their minds were beyond their control.

"The Supreme has fallen..."

Zhang Wei, holding the silver-carved staff, trembled, his eyes revealing a complex expression.

He had clearly guessed what had happened in the inner city of Qi Tian.

The five Supremes, who had located the inner city's position through the Supreme's foundation, had come to suppress Qi Tian, who had just been resurrected.

Instead, they were stained with blood, even becoming a source of energy for Qi Tian to absorb and strengthen himself.

The sky seemed to crack, with deep chasms like abysses, and blood-red light spanning vast distances, as if millions of miles away, with the sound of souls wailing in extinction.

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

Inside and outside the city, everyone fell silent, mouths agape, unable to utter a sound, overwhelmed by the impact of the moment.

What had happened in the inner city of Qi Tian?!

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

"The Temple God of Qi Tian has resurrected and slain the invading Supremes from various factions with his divine body!"

This celestial phenomenon was due to the fall of a Supreme born in the mortal realm!

This speculation shocked everyone, like thunderclaps in their ears. The cultivators in the city and outside were petrified, their hearts trembling.

The Supreme had fallen!

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

Their cultivation and level were too low, and they had barely heard of the Second Disaster Venerables, let alone the Third Disaster Supremes.

After someone explained it to them, they were left in shock and awe.

Could such a significant event have occurred in the inner city of Qi Tian? While hearing about the slaying of Supremes might not be that shocking, the celestial phenomenon of blood raining from the sky, accompanied by the overwhelming pressure of heaven and earth, was enough to chill their hearts.

Zhang Wei did not linger, holding the silver-carved staff. Although he had escaped to the outer city, it didn't mean he was safe.

Despite the size of the Temple God of Qi Tian, it was impossible for him to leave the Wiles Pavilion and descend upon the outer city.

But one must not take chances.

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

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

Zhang Wei, holding the silver-carved staff, said no more. Amidst the falling blood rain, he departed from the outer city, using a secret technique to completely seal his Second Disaster cultivation, and the divine shrine on his back was once again embedded into his body, as if it had absorbed most of his power.

Indeed, not many had escaped Qi Tian City at this critical moment, and Zhang Wei was the most noticeable among them.

Most people were filled with excitement, eager to witness the grandeur of the Temple God of Qi Tian.

The Temple God of Qi Tian had resurrected, slaying five incredibly powerful Supremes who looked down upon the mortal realm, forever becoming a part of history, solidifying the divine legend of the Temple God's might! The resurrection of a deceased god in this era had truly shocked everyone.

The blood rain continued to fall, and no one knew how long this celestial phenomenon, mourning the fall of the Supreme, would last.

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Qi Tian's inner city.

Li Che watched the Temple God of Qi Tian emerge from the torn sea of fire.

The intertwining of two lifetimes' legends seemed to come to life at this moment, becoming tangible.

It must be said that by the end of this turmoil, it had escalated beyond Li Che's ability to intervene. Even at the Second Disaster level, Li Che could still handle it.

But at the Supreme level, Li Che had no chance against them.

These invading Supremes were not weak; each Supreme was a powerful figure from various divine factions, located through the Supreme's foundation and locked onto the inner city's position.

Even among the Third Disaster Supremes, they were at the forefront.

However, these supreme experts were brutally slain by Qitian Dasheng, not because they were weak, but because Qitian was simply too powerful.

Even though he had just revived, his strength and combat prowess far exceeded what these supreme beings had anticipated.

Perhaps, this was the difference between a divine being and a cultivator.

But now...

It was all over.

Li Che let out a slight sigh of relief.

However, he suddenly felt a dense aura of death and corpse energy surging from the ground within Qitian's inner city.

Li Che was taken aback.

The Heavenly Chessboard immediately expanded, sensing the sudden outburst of death and corpse energy.

Since there were numerous Temple Guardian Cursed Corpses within Qitian's inner city, all of them emitting death and corpse energy, Li Che had not noticed the strange death and corpse energy until now.

"This isn't the death and corpse energy of the Temple Guardian Cursed Corpses!"

Li Che's heart trembled, and through the Heavenly Chessboard, he pinpointed the location of the outburst.

He saw a figure shrouded in a black robe, with an ugly appearance, almost identical to the Temple Guardian Cursed Corpses. It raised its head, and the death and corpse energy on the ground seemed to come alive.

"Wei Yuan?!"

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

When the Divine Origin Dao City's warship sailed along the Grand Canal towards the Divine Capital, this disciple of Lu Taibai had rebelled and fled, joining the Corpse God Sect. At that time, he had confronted Lu Taibai and threatened Xixi's safety.

But Li Che never expected that Wei Yuan would dare to make a move at this moment, after witnessing Qitian's unmatched prowess and the annihilation of five supreme beings.

Wei Yuan appeared to be in a state of frenzy. On his neck, six heads had sprouted, each with its own unique aura of divinity. Their frenzied thoughts intertwined, and a torrent of death and corpse energy surged forth!

It transformed into an incredibly majestic and hideous black-golden six-winged corpse cicada!

The massive black aura formed a cicada shadow, as vast as a mountain, instantly covering the void of Qitian's inner city.

Unfathomable, unparalleled, and awe-inspiring!

Within the colossal cicada shadow, a boundless divine aura surged, and just a wisp of it seemed to crush the void, causing cracks to weave and spread.

Boom—

The divine aura wove together in the sky, slowly transforming into a six-winged golden cicada bathed in golden light.

Each wing seemed to represent a desire.

"This is..."

Li Che's eyes, burning with the Primordial Dragon Elephant Flame, seemed to recognize the golden cicada beneath the golden light.

When he had killed Ji Maoli, he had discovered the strong cultivator of the Corpse God Sect behind him—a Buddhist monk who had raised Ji Maoli from a young age and eventually reached the level of slaughtering an entire city to refine his soul's blood for cultivation.

And now, this golden cicada had appeared again!

Li Che raised his head and looked at the six-winged golden cicada. Behind the cicada, there seemed to be a Buddhist monk wearing a kasaya.

The monk was enveloped in Buddha's light, surrounded by a divine aura that crushed the void, facing Qitian.

Qitian, who had emerged from the sea of fire, wore cloud-treading sacred boots woven from intertwined divine thunder. He held the Ruyi Golden Hoop Staff in a slanted grip, and his golden eyes fixed on the monk on the six-winged golden cicada's back.

"Golden Cicada..."

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

"You should call me Master." The monk sat upright on the six-winged golden cicada's back, formed by a wisp of divine aura, yet extremely terrifying. Countless Buddha lights seemed to transform into flames of Buddhist nature.

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

The monk on the six-winged golden cicada's back sighed softly, "As stubborn as ever, but you shouldn't have revived so soon. You will become the target of countless divine beings, and it will be more trouble than it's worth."

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

The monk on the six-winged golden cicada's back looked at him calmly, "Naturally, I came to bring your corpse back."

"You were once my disciple and also my opponent in the battle for the Western Paradise. Bringing you back to the Western Paradise is what a master should do."

Boom—

Qitian, having absorbed the blood essence and Dao souls of the five supreme beings, clenched his five fingers, and his monkey hair flew wildly. His aura soared.

"A thousand years ago, a million years ago, I, the Old Monkey, am Qitian Dasheng!"

Qitian's eyes shone brightly, and without further ado, he unleashed the power of the five supreme beings, causing an explosion!

It was as if the divine aura had recovered, stirring the power of the Heavenly Dao.

Brilliant rays of light burst forth, converging into the staff, and with a mighty blow, it smashed into the enormous six-winged golden cicada, which unleashed a torrent of death and corpse energy.

Qitian's staff strike was like trampling the sky.

The void seemed to turn into cloth, torn apart during the clash between the six-winged golden cicada and Qitian. It shook violently, and the power of the Heavenly Dao surged, destroying everything in its path.

The entire Qitian's inner city trembled violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.

In Qitian's outer city, the numerous cultivators who had thought the great battle was over suddenly felt even more intense shaking. They realized that there was an even more terrifying battle taking place within Qitian's inner city.

Apart from the supreme beings' fight, there was an even more fearsome battle, causing everyone's hearts to tremble. Could it be a battle between divine beings? Just the thought of such a horrifying confrontation made their bodies shudder.

However, amidst the trembling, their hearts also yearned for the infinite.

A battle between divine beings, if one could witness it, would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Qitian's inner city.

The terrifying storm raged on, intertwining and wreaking havoc. The airflow seemed to be constantly pushed aside, and the vast airflow roared.

Amidst the raging energy of the battle, Li Che's body was like a leaf in a storm, his eyebrows furrowed in surprise.

Unexpectedly, there was an unforeseen turn of events, and even more startling was the revelation of a chilling secret.

It turned out that the monk, Jin Chan, standing behind Ji Maoli, was one of the gods from the Wiles Pavilion?

A divine being?!

Moreover, unlike the newly awakened gods like Qitian Dasheng, this one seemed to have awakened long ago.

Behind the Corpse God Sect, there stood such a being?

Jin Chan...

Jin Chanzi?

Li Che's heart sank slightly.

This was a being from mythology, but in this world, Jin Chan's existence was vastly different from his previous life.

Boom—

The enormous six-winged Jin Chan flapped its wings, emitting a terrifying chirp that seemed to slice through the sky like a sharp blade, tearing apart the firmament! The divine glow of the old monkey dimmed at this moment, and even his battle against the colossal Jin Chan seemed less dazzling.

"Qitian, it's your turn now, followed by the Furious Third Prince, the Wonderful Dao Xian Sheng Zhenjun... and of course, the daughter of Hell Lotus."

"Your premature rebirth will only intensify the gods' slaughter of the Hell Lotus gods!"

"They will lose their chance to be reborn and will remain in eternal slumber, and you will be the culprit!"

"In this divine wave, Hell Lotus will surely wither."

The six-winged Jin Chan let out a booming sound.

"Hahahaha..."

The old monkey's laughter shook the heavens and the earth, showing no fear.

Countless pillars of supreme aura condensed into beams of light, continuously pouring into his frail body.

The withered old monkey's body seemed to glow with newfound vitality!

Boom—

Between heaven and earth, chains seemed to emerge, binding and sealing countless paths of the Great Dao!

The clanking chains seemed to sweep in from ancient times, each one binding an unparalleled divine being! The six-winged Jin Chan shone with golden light, transforming countless rays of Buddha into blades, which then turned into deathly rays, imbued with boundless Dao power and an overwhelming divine aura.

Boom—

The massive six-winged Jin Chan seemed to transform into a gigantic palm, spanning the sky and covering the entire inner city of Qitian.

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

Li Che silently observed the battle, feeling that it was truly a fight between gods.

It was not something he could interfere with at his current level.

However, the words spoken by the six-winged Jin Chan made Li Che's body tense, and a pressure weighed on his heart.

As expected...

The goal of these gods from the Wiles Pavilion also included the daughter of Hell Lotus!

They wouldn't let her go.

And Xi Xi's true identity was the daughter of Hell Lotus... This secret could no longer be hidden, as many forces had already learned of it.

In the sky, endless divine light surged like a tide, blocking out the sun, with only the colossal six-winged Jin Chan and the minuscule old monkey engaged in a fierce battle!

The overwhelming pressure was unbearable, like mountains being sliced apart, constantly pressing down and leaving a sense of unbearable weight.

The inner city of Qitian could no longer withstand it.

Li Che sighed softly, feeling the oppressive divine aura in the void.

He couldn't see the final outcome of this battle and could only hope that Qitian Dasheng would emerge victorious.

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

Boom—

An unparalleled edge appeared in the void, as the secret technique of the Fighting God was pushed to its limit, unafraid even when facing the six-winged Jin Chan's palm that seemed to cover the entire sky.

He showed no fear.

Li Che took one last look, witnessing a somersault, a ray of golden light, and a stick strike!

Fighting to the end.

Breathing out, Li Che clenched his fists, and his entire person disappeared from the inner city of Qitian.

He reappeared in the Ink City of the Capital of the Netherworld.

All divine might vanished, and the world became quiet, giving Li Che an unprecedented sense of security.

The ink-colored rain fell from the sky, gathering into clouds and pouring down with a loud patter.

It washed over every corner of the Ink City, now reduced to a shattered ruin, with nothing left intact.

The ink-colored rain blurred the heavens and the earth.

In the sky, the celestial chessboard stretched across the sky.

The flying thunder chess piece that Li Che had left in the inner city of Qitian had established a connection with the celestial chessboard.

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

In a small ink-colored pavilion.

Fang Hanshu sat quietly, holding a sacred book, seemingly immersed in reading, his white Confucian robe fluttering, and a smile on his lips.

Even in death, he maintained the composure of a scholar.

Li Che sighed softly.

He approached Fang Hanshu's body and realized that he had passed away, having exceeded his body's limits by borrowing the power of the celestial will from the Grand Supervisor.

Li Che entered the ink-colored pavilion.

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

In the sky, the celestial chessboard displayed a scene.

The battle between Qitian Dasheng and the six-winged Jin Chan continued, but the outcome was already clear.

Li Che sat beside Fang Hanshu's body.

In his chest, numerous Dao fruits pulsated vigorously, indicating a rich harvest.

The Dragon Elephant Vajra, the Pure Heart, the Chess Saint, the Painting Immortal, and the Ten Thousand Demon Emperor Dao fruits all vibrated intensely!

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

He exhaled softly.

Raising his head, he watched the battle between Qitian and Jin Chan.

His palm landed on Fang Hanshu's body, and as it did, Fang Hanshu's body seemed to transform into countless fireflies under the erosion of celestial power, as if ascending to immortality.

Bind Deity.

Old Fang, open your eyes.

Watch this battle between gods.

(End of Chapter)

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