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

Chapter 1772: Chapter 461: How Dare You Covet the Great Saint’s Remains? The Great Saint Returns Above Mo City Fengdu

Rumble——!!!

A terrifying aura, mixed with the sound of chains lashing, exploded in the void, echoing continuously!

Death Qi, Corpse Qi, Divinity, Dao Yun, Power of Tribulation, all kinds of powers intertwined, like black lightning, relentlessly weaving and raging over the emaciated figure standing atop the white jade slide.

The chaotic and surging mystic release spread out, impacting the surroundings, causing the space to ripple unceasingly like waves!

The frenzied wind howled, and terrifying ripples resonated!

Bands of wildly flailing chains lashed out in all directions like whip lashes!

An imposing pressure like a tide roared mightily, crushing the heavens and earth, annihilating everything!

Like a god, like a demon!

Utterly terrifying!

Withering in silence for millennia, solely to protect Equal Heaven today!

Li Che wore the Equalling Heaven’s Face, his eyes reflecting an expression of utter horror!

At that moment, the Dao Fruits within his chest all throbbed in exquisite rhythm, becoming extraordinarily active, with the Immaculate Heart Taoist Fruit emitting a dire warning!

Danger! Danger! Danger!!!

The void trembled as an invisible ripple spread in an instant!

A mighty aura, like a divine mountain piercing the sky, was severed by a terrifying power, collapsing thunderously, plunging into the human world, shattering down with an irresistible momentum!

Such power, such terrifying aura!

Even Li Che, at this moment, was absolutely horrified.

This seemed to be the most terrifying aura he had encountered so far!

The numerous Second Calamity Divine Tribulation Venerables present appeared minuscule before this aura, unable to exhibit any might, forcibly oppressed back into their bodies!

This was an absolute crushing tier!

Not of the same level of existence at all!

”This is...”

”Three Calamities Crossing! Divine Tribulation Supreme!”

Li Che’s pupils shrank!

This Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King of Qitian Temple turned out to be a Divine Tribulation Supreme who had crossed the Three Calamities!

Crossing Two Calamities makes one a Venerable, Crossing Three Calamities makes one a Supreme!

The raging pressure in the void continued to dance wildly, enveloping the sky and blocking the sun, as if the entire Qitian Inner City was plunged into boundless oppression in this instant.

What shocked and astonished Li Che even more was that this emaciated figure was actually the ancestor master of Qitian Temple!

The grandmaster of the world’s First Divine Sect back then!

He wasn’t dead!

Qitian Temple had fallen from its peak, for unknown reasons, the Inner City was sealed, and most of Qitian Temple’s powerhouses were buried.

Previously, when the gates of Qitian Inner City opened and he saw many past powerhouses of Qitian Temple transformed into Temple Guardian Cursed Corpses, Li Che thought all Qitian Temple’s powerhouses were dead.

Unexpectedly, the grandmaster of Qitian Temple had withered away for thousands of years without dying, still held onto a determination to protect Equal Heaven. Now, when the Qitian Inner City reopened, as people arrived before Qitian Temple...

... he completely broke free of the chains, transforming into the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King!

Restoring his aura and cultivation to peak condition!

Becoming a terrifying Three Calamities Supreme level existence!

Can’t stop it...

The Dao Fruits in Li Che’s chest were all signaling danger.

At this moment, Li Che understood that even if he exhausted every method, he couldn’t stop this Three Calamities Supreme!

Beneath the Equalling Heaven’s Face, Li Che’s brows slightly furrowed.

He sensed something was wrong.

Invisibly retreated a step, intending to move away.

As the head of a family, the pillar for his daughter Xi Xi and wife Zhang Ya, Li Che must always uphold the principle of self-preservation.

Even under the extreme concealment of the Slumbering Dragon Elephant’s aura, Li Che felt that this transformed ancestor master of Qitian Temple, possessing Supreme level combat power as the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, could surely detect his presence.

Thus, Li Che thought it necessary to be more cautious.

Boom——!!!

”Madman! Truly a madman!”

The Black Bull Demon God Venerable, carrying the Sea-crossing Purple Gold Beam, revealed a look of horror in his eyes.

”To hold one’s breath for thousands of years without decaying, just to transform into a Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King today! How can there be such an ancient being!”

The Black Bull Demon God Venerable cursed.

At this moment, under the impact of the Supreme’s pressure, every strong person invading the temple changed their expression to one of shock and fear.

The Sect Master of Purple Mansion Divine Sect, Zhang Wuji, his Daoist robe fluttering, jet-black hair flying incessantly, wore a heavy expression tinged with admiration: ”Truly strong conviction...”

”Withering for millennia, long a withered body, combat power barely retaining a tenth, Qitian Temple’s ancestor master once stood at the pinnacle, was a Three Calamities Supreme, and even crossed the Second Tribulation of the Third Calamity, being the preeminent strongman of that time.

But now, ultimately, the years are like a knife, cutting away his brilliance and combat power, and the reason for not transforming early into a Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King is probably an unwillingness to have his strength diminished by the passage of time.”

”Even if transformed into a Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, over time, the power will weaken, no longer the pinnacle.”

”And when the Inner City opened, and the Strange Temple emerged, surely attracting coveting strongmen, this ancestor master of Qitian Temple chose to incarnate as the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, unleashing combat power from his utmost peak moment!”

Zhang Wuji took a deep breath, his robe clinging to him as it fluttered.

His eyes flickered, waves surged.

”Yet, this ancestor master Fang Xinyuan of Qitian Temple could endure the suffering of millennia of solitary sitting, facing the torture of his own increasing frailty, enduring the cutting of the years like a knife, what determination it must have taken to achieve this?”

”Is guarding Equal Heaven so important? Is it worth it?!”

Zhang Wuji exhaled, solemn.

”Amitabha Buddha...”

”The Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, just transformed, his strength hasn’t yet ascended to the pinnacle!”