As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

Chapter 1670: Chapter 438: As a Soul Capturer, You’re Teaching Me How to Do Things? Gathering Qi Fortune to Form a Grade-12 Golden Lotus of Mountains and Rivers [Monthly Ticket Requested]

Splashing sounds—

The sound of chains colliding echoes continuously, as if a ghost ship laden with dead souls is traversing over the Nine Netherworld’s Yellow Springs.

Chains are bound all over the ship, each chain with souls struggling upon them.

Li Che’s deep voice resounds like the indisputable decree of the Lord of the Netherworld.

Causing the ghost ship to slowly lower a soul that has been chosen.

Like streams of water flowing rapidly, resembling the water in the Yellow Springs, roiling and bubbling, with sinister white bones emerging from within.

The ground of Mo City, black rain incessantly pouring, accumulating and pooling.

As the deep voice, akin to the sound resonating from the Netherworld, echoes within Mo City, in the accumulating black waters, a silhouette slowly emerges.

After the desolate, lifeless netherworld, it seems a dark jet stream wafts in, merging with the soul of Gu Yinxuan successfully captured from the dark current.

Upon Li Che’s head, the Tao Tribulation Fire burns continuously, with an eerie gaze.

Watching Gu Yinxuan, successfully captured, break free from chains and return, Li Che’s eyes flash with thoughtful consideration.

Are these soul captures from the Netherworld?

Is he harnessing the prototype of soul capture divine skills to contest the ownership of souls with supreme entities of the Netherworld?

Is there reincarnation in this world?

The return of each captured soul, seizing the Dao Yun from the Netherworld and fusing them together, to endure within this world...

”Dao Yun is the essence of the Dao, coming with birth and persisting after death... Cultivation of the Divine Tribulation Realm refines the Dao Yun, borrowing the power of calamity.”

”And the birth of the soul-capturing requires two types of Dao Yun...”

”The Dao Yun of life is obtained from the present world, while the Dao Yun of death... is captured from the Netherworld, ultimately merging to be bestowed with the Dao Yun of life and death.”

Li Che contemplated thoughtfully.

Understanding Dao Yun is the way to break through the Divine Tribulation Realm.

Yet, Li Che’s cultivation in the Divine Embryo stage is rather lacking, despite his recent unwavering dedication to cultivation, continually siphoning divinity from the Three Pure Ones Divine Crystal, having only barely transformed the Heaven and Earth Spirit Bright True Ape Divine Embryo to the level of Three God Transformations.

Still away from the Great God Realm of Four God Transformations.

Thus, for Li Che to reflect upon Dao Yun now, it is slightly premature.

In truth, breaking through the Tribulation Realm isn’t about capturing Dao Yun, but affirming the Dao Position among the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations.

Humming—

Gu Yinxuan, captured soul, opens his eyes with a complex expression, looking at the Netherworld Ghost Emperor before him in contemplation, twitching his face.

Netherworld Ghost Emperor...

It’s actually him!

Based on the news transmitted back, the Netherworld Ghost Emperor... is merely a twenty-five or twenty-six-year-old youth, neither in the Divine Tribulation nor the Martial God Realm.

Yet, the Netherworld Ghost Emperor’s silhouette, turning away from all beings, along with the calamity aura emanating around him indeed gives Gu Yinxuan a fright that sends tingles down his spine.

Gu Yinxuan’s eyes are filled with perplexity.

Li Che dispels the Dragon-Elephant Flame from atop his head, his gaze calmly fixated on Gu Yinxuan.

”If you don’t want to submit, you can give up.”

”I am willing to give you an opportunity to renounce.”

”For if you refuse to submit, others will.”

Li Che speaks indifferently.

Capturing souls, Li Che never comes short.

Unyielding?

Not yielding means death!

Gu Yinxuan isn’t a fool, the transmitted information lets him grasp his current predicament swiftly.

Moreover, right before he died, Li Che’s words gave him great stimulation.

Submitting to Li Che grants a rare glimpse of the divine tide occurring once an eternity!

”This humble servant, Gu Yinxuan, pays respect to the Lord!”

Without hesitation, Gu Yinxuan submits, prostrating!

Though he is a Divine Tribulation Great Cultivator of the One Calamity and Two Tribulations Realm, kneeling in submission to a twenty-five or twenty-six-year-old youth causes no discomfort.

Primarily, he was brutally killed by Li Che, in a moment of full strength.

So, what is there to persist in?

Outmatched in skill, submission is due.

”Good.”

Li Che smiles, having recruited two Divine Tribulation Great Cultivators, among them the outstanding talent of Gu Yinxuan, brings great joy to Li Che.

In high spirits.

Gu Yangxuan also approaches, drenched in sweat, still fearful of his foolish deeds in life.

Wanting Li Nuanxi to be made into human medicine...

Simply...

Stupid!

Yet, Gu Yangxuan never expected that behind this vast and powerful Netherworld stands only a person, a seemingly weak man!

Who could have thought?!

Gu Yangxuan kneels to the ground, despite being a Divine Tribulation Great Cultivator, he is seized with terror.

Li Che’s black robe flutters, his vigorous hair tossing and swinging.

Looking at Gu Yangxuan, fatally kneeling, sweat constantly streaming from his forehead, his eyes void of emotion, pupils deep as the abyss.

Regarding Gu Yangxuan, a flicker of repulsion passes through Li Che’s gaze.

Want to make his daughter into human medicine?

Consume and refine?

Such ideas truly disgust Li Che.

Since it disgusts...

Then Gu Yangxuan, too, need not exist.

However, before that, Li Che has tasks to complete.

”Reveal your Qiankun Cave Heaven.”

Li Che insists unyieldingly.

In the Divine Tribulation Realm, possessions aren’t stored in the Qiankun Jade anymore but rather in the created Qiankun Cave Heaven.

Gu Yangxuan tears open the Qiankun Cave Heaven without hesitation, presenting it before Li Che, while he himself remains kneeling on the ground, sweat pouring, not ceasing in prostration.