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Chapter 481: The Ghost Emperor's Fall and the Eruption of Imprisoned Divinity (Part 1)
Chapter 481: The Ghost Emperor's Fall and the Eruption of Imprisoned Divinity (Part 1)
Whoosh!
The howling winds raged, swirling and wreaking havoc on the eerie mist, divine essence, and vital energy. It was like a raging sea of fire, ravaging the skies above Qitian City.
Blood rained down, accompanied by shattered Buddhist light, as the Second Disaster and Third Ordeal Honored One from the Black Sumeru within the Divine Camp was slain by the Ghost Emperor of the Underworld. The battle had reached its climax, and the Honored One's body exploded in the skies above the outer city of Qitian.
Between heaven and earth, a heavy and indescribable feeling suddenly filled the air.
Within Qitian City, numerous figures unleashed their perception, spying on the night sky where the Ghost Emperor of the Underworld, like a blazing sun suspended in the void, seemed both divine and demonic. This human martial immortal, who had broken through his cultivation realm just a year ago, showcased his terrifying battle prowess, slaughtering all around him.
Over a dozen Shendao had fallen, including a Second Disaster Shendao Honored One!
The battle for control of Qitian City was incredibly bloody.
However, many powerful cultivators within the city were filled with surging emotions, hoping for the Ghost Emperor's victory. The Divine Camp had made their intentions clear—they planned to massacre all cultivators who were not part of their camp and eliminate any factors that could affect the outcome of Qitian City's ownership.
Therefore, if the Ghost Emperor of the Underworld were to fall tonight, a bloody slaughter awaited the numerous cultivators within the city.
In the vast sky, four blazing suns hung, dazzling to the extreme, as if they were about to obliterate space itself. The suns compressed and brewed terrifying energy, seemingly capable of crushing the very heavens and earth.
"Is the Ghost Emperor of the Underworld going to die?"
"He's burning his vital energy to the extreme, similar to detonating his divine seed... It's a self-sacrificial secret art that grants immense power."
"But he's the martial immortal of the mortal world, and he just broke through a year ago. He has a brilliant future ahead of him!"
...
Within the outer city of Qitian, cultivators emerged from their dwellings, their scorching vital energy and brilliant radiance illuminating the night sky. Many martial artists wore sorrowful expressions, and some cultivators clenched their fists in anger.
"The Divine Camp in the Mysterious Que is truly hateful! They're driving our mortal martial immortal to his death!"
A martial artist's blood boiled, and he roared in anger.
They had personally heard the Supreme Sovereign of the inner city declare that they would slaughter all cultivators in Qitian City who were not part of the Divine Camp in the Mysterious Que.
The Underworld was at the forefront, and they would follow in their footsteps.
How could they not be filled with hatred!
"The Divine Camp in the Mysterious Que includes many cultivators from the mortal world who joined after breaking through the Shendao. But in reality, the Divine Camp is just that—divine. They have no resonance with us mortal cultivators; they're like a different species!"
"Those who are not of our kind will have different hearts. The martial immortal is the pinnacle of our mortal cultivation path, yet even he is being driven to his death!"
"It's infuriating! Most of the powerful forces in the mortal world are backed by the Divine Camp in the Mysterious Que... They control everything, treating our lives as if they were nothing!"
...
Martial artists and divine essence cultivators stepped out of their dwellings, their faces filled with distress.
In their eyes, the Ghost Emperor of the Underworld seemed to be fighting for them. Otherwise, with his strength to defeat a Second Disaster and Third Ordeal Honored One, escaping from Qitian City would not be a difficult task.
Consequently, these mortal martial artists and cultivators harbored resentment towards the Western Buddhist Land, the Witch God Mountain, the Great Jing Dynasty, and other forces of the Divine Camp.
"Kill! Let's fight our way out!"
"The Ghost Emperor of the Underworld has rekindled our courage. We shouldn't give up or wait for the slaughter. Let's resist!"
"Fight!"
Their eyes turned red with rage, and they roared, releasing their vital energy and divine essence. They charged towards the sealed gates of the outer city of Qitian with unmatched speed.
The powerful cultivators from the various Divine Sects and noble families were caught off guard by the sudden eruption of battle intent from the loose cultivators. However, as they looked up at the sky, they saw the martial immortal Ghost Emperor, seemingly carrying the weight of four blazing suns, burning his life force to fight against the Divine Camp. Their hearts couldn't help but fill with anger towards the domineering Divine Camp in the Mysterious Que.
Boom!
The martial artists and cultivators erupted like a surging tide, rushing towards the gates of Qitian City and engaging in battle with the powerful cultivators from the three major forces guarding the gates.
Qitian City instantly descended into chaos.
...
...
The four blazing suns trembled, scattering infinite radiance. It was the glow of vital energy burning to its extreme, scorching hot. At the vortex's end, space seemed to collapse, refined into a ball by the powerful vital energy.
Li Che stood beside the Nine-Infant Reversing Sea, his five fingers clenched, unleashing a burst of blood mist that exploded into the sky. Shattered flesh flew in all directions, and the howling Heaven-Earth Dao Soul was swallowed up by the Ink City Fengdu, leaving nothing behind.
The Primordial Dragon Elephant Flame covered his skull, resembling purple hair dancing wildly, and Li Che's golden skull tilted slightly.
He felt a hint of confusion.
He seemed to hear various sighs and lamentations.
Uh...
Li Che's powerful martial immortal will enveloped the entire outer city of Qitian, and he instantly understood the situation, finding it both amusing and sad.
They believed they were burning their vital energy to the extreme, sacrificing themselves alongside the Second Disaster and Third Ordeal Honored Ones from the Mysterious Que...
They thought that at this moment, he might be walking towards his doom. When his vital energy was exhausted, would he wither and fade away?
Li Che hovered in the air, and the Nine-Infant Reversing Sea shook its heads, roaring as it rejoined the battle, charging towards its formidable opponent, the Many-Armed Monster. As an ultimate ferocious beast, its ferocious aura raged, craving constant combat without a moment's rest.
Boom!
The Second Disaster and First Ordeal Honored One, who had been in a desperate battle with the Many-Armed Monster, lost all fighting spirit after the Nine-Infant Reversing Sea joined the fight. He wanted to flee the battlefield and escape into the inner city of Qitian as quickly as possible.
However, just as he moved, he felt an intense burning heat.
The Ghost Emperor of the Underworld, the Martial Immortal of the Mortal Realm, had four blazing suns behind him, burning away his blood and energy. He unleashed an overwhelming and terrifying power, charging forward with a mighty roar!
With a horizontal punch, an immense and turbulent Dragon Elephant force surged forth, as if a colossal furnace were smashing down from above!
Boom—!!
The furnace exploded, unleashing scorching flames. The Honored One of the Second Disaster and First Ordeal, how could he withstand such a force? His body was drenched in blood, and an endless mist of blood erupted!
Boom, rumble, rumble—
In the sky, a blood-red hue filled with lament. The originally gloomy night sky suddenly turned crimson.
Swish, swish...
Thick chains, formed by the condensation of Dao essence, writhed in the sky, resembling the mortal realm's path in anguish. It was as if an extraordinary existence was about to meet its demise, creating a spectacle of impending tragedy.
Li Che silently raised his head, gazing at the mortal realm's sky...
No...
Why are you interfering, the will of heaven and earth?
Even the will of heaven and earth seems to believe that Li Che is about to perish in battle.
But, although detonating four Mystic Gate Immortal Seeds was challenging, Li Che's claim of impending death was a bit exaggerated. Aside from the fact that Martial Immortals possess formidable golden bodies, capable of withstanding this onslaught, there was also the clone of the Ink City Lord and the entire Ink City itself to take the blow. It was impossible for Li Che to die.
Nevertheless...
This intervention by the will of heaven and earth seemed a bit too realistic.
In Qitian City, the martial artists and cultivators who were attacking the city gates trembled, their grief intensifying. Even the will of heaven and earth acknowledged that the Ghost Emperor of the Underworld, the Martial Immortal of the Mortal Realm, was about to perish in battle...
Many of the martial artists' eyes turned red with rage, and they roared as they fearlessly joined the fight!
Trembling with battle intent, their fighting spirit burned fiercely. Not even the formidable power of the divine camp could suppress their determination; they were solely focused on fighting to the death!
Above Qitian City.
Fang Hanshu, enveloped in a brilliant galaxy, with his eyebrows glowing and his entire body radiating light, seemed to be slightly startled.
His eyes widened with surprise as he looked in Li Che's direction.
Master... Is he really going to die in battle?
However, Fang Hanshu quickly regained his composure. What was he thinking?
With a faint smile, it was impossible for Li Che to die in such a battle; it was utterly unthinkable.
For the master to be forced to face death, there could only be one reason—a significant threat, endangering Xi Xi's safety, and an unstoppable crisis.
Only then would the master be in a life-threatening situation.
Therefore, although the will of heaven and earth had foretold his death, it was undoubtedly false, absolutely false!
Boom, rumble, rumble—
Blood-red clouds churned in the sky, and the crimson chains of Dao essence writhed incessantly. Blood rained down, and blood clouds piled up, filling the heavens with a sense of oppression that evoked sorrow in everyone's hearts.
Perhaps even the will of heaven and earth was mourning the imminent demise of the Martial Immortal, who had monopolized the martial arts of the mortal realm for five thousand years.
A strange phenomenon appeared in the sky, covering not only Qitian City but spreading to encompass the entire world!
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Great Divine Capital.
Second City of the Divine Capital.
The Eight Treasures Overhanging Eaves and Dripping Water Treasure Tower.
A nine-story treasure tower with carved beams and painted rafters.
Two figures walked along the railing, standing atop it, observing the blood-stained celestial phenomenon.
Yue Taofu and Fang Shangzhen, the two deputy grand supervisors, with their white robes fluttering, had expressions of astonishment and surprise in their eyes.
Yue Taofu's fingers twitched, and his face twitched slightly. "Such an extraordinary phenomenon, such a celestial event..."
"Something's wrong... What's happening?!"
Fang Shangzhen didn't calculate with his fingers but immediately ran towards the interior of the ninth city's houses. He pushed open the door and entered the center of the ninth city.
The Grand Supervisor was sitting motionless on the back of a dark tortoise, like a statue.
Fang Shangzhen performed the Celestial Respect Ceremony to the Grand Supervisor.
The Grand Supervisor's eyes, shrouded in divine nature and Dao essence, slowly opened.
His gaze pierced through time and space, witnessing the blood-red clouds churning, with chains of Dao essence writhing within, creating a resounding celestial phenomenon.
"The Martial Immortal of the Mortal Realm falls, and heaven and earth lament together..."
The Grand Supervisor spoke softly.
The Martial Immortal of the Mortal Realm falls?
Fang Shangzhen abruptly raised his head, recalling the grand event that had occurred in front of Qitian City nearly a year ago—the Ghost Emperor of the Underworld monopolizing the mortal realm's martial arts in Qitian City and breaking through to the Martial Immortal realm...
In such a vast mortal realm, there was probably only one Martial Immortal!
"Is the Ghost Emperor of the Underworld going to die?"
Fang Shangzhen was a bit dazed.
No... You worked so hard to break through to the Martial Immortal realm and made such a grand display. I thought you would become the main force to counter the divine camp of the Mysterious Threshold. But now, less than a year later, you're going to die?
"Grand Supervisor... He..."
Fang Shangzhen couldn't help but raise his head.
The Grand Supervisor raised his hand and pressed down. "It's fine... I'll wait and see."
Fang Shangzhen made a sound of acknowledgment and, without saying another word, respectfully performed the ceremony and withdrew from the ninth floor.
After she left, the Grand Supervisor's fingers twitched, and a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.
"Qitian sacrificed his life to enter the Mysterious Threshold... It was to make you achieve the Martial Immortal realm, not for you to squander it like this."
"The Ghost Emperor of the Underworld... doesn't seem like someone who would act so recklessly."
"There must be a reason... I'll calculate it."
Buzz—
The Grand Supervisor suddenly raised his hand and waved, causing space to tremble. Slowly, like ripples on water, waves appeared.
Then, a scene emerged.
In the scene...
It was the Ghost Emperor of the Underworld, with four blazing suns behind him, his blood and energy vortex burning like a scorching sun, unleashing a massacre.
In the end, the Ghost Emperor walked step by step above Qitian City, ripples forming in the void, as if the Martial Saint of the mortal realm was embarking on his final patrol after an intense burning...
The Ghost Emperor seemed to be undergoing a transformation, his golden Qi and blood surging like pillars piercing through the clouds.
As he walked, sighs could be heard coming from his mouth.
"I have burned out, truly burned out..."
...
...
Boom!
The gates of Qitian Outer City were blasted open, no longer able to contain the numerous mortal warriors and cultivators stirred up by the Ghost Emperor of the Underworld.
Countless figures with erupting Qi and blood, their divine bodies intertwined, rushed out of Qitian City like an unstoppable torrent, blocking the sky like a dam bursting.
Many warriors were covered in blood, feeling like they had survived a calamity. At this moment, they had just escaped from Qitian City, still dazed and confused.
But soon, they regained their senses and turned back to look.
They saw the Ghost Emperor of the Underworld, like a sun god, surrounded by four dazzling suns, standing in the air, blocking the Qitian Inner City's city tower.
"Martial Saint Ghost Emperor..."
The blood-stained Grandmasters and Martial Saints had complex expressions, and some easily moved warriors shed hot tears.
If it weren't for the Ghost Emperor of the Underworld, they might not have had the courage to resist, and they would have been slaughtered by the powerful forces within Qitian City.
After all, there were too many powerful figures from the Divine Pantheon.
The Two Disasters Supreme Sovereigns and the One Disaster Great Practitioners at the One Disaster, Three Ordeals realm numbered in the dozens, making them an unmatched force within Qitian City.
It was originally thought that these powerful beings would govern Qitian City, revitalizing this ancient city that had been silent for five hundred years, turning it into a vibrant city accessible to all mortal warriors and cultivators.
However, no one could have imagined that the Divine Pantheon would issue an order for a massacre.
Many warriors wiped away their tears, took one last look, and turned to flee, escaping from Qitian City.
They had once come to worship at this city, but in reality, they were worshipping the peerless warrior who had broken through to the Martial Saint realm in front of the city!
Qitian City.
The red rain fell like a torrential downpour, with large blood-red raindrops pounding on the black tiles and blue brick walls of the ancient city, staining it with a sense of sorrow and grief.
Fang Hanshu's Confucian robe fluttered in the wind, and his forehead seemed to have a flowing starlight, filled with profound Dao principles and a powerful aura.
(End of Chapter)
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