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

Chapter 1786: Chapter 464: Pushing Open the Coffin to See the Great Saint’s Remains, Personally Placing the Equal to Heaven’s Face on the Great Saint

Li Che brought Fang Hanshu into Mo City Fengdu.

That place was Li Che’s domain, and he was its Sovereign, so Fang Hanshu was safest there; it was the most tranquil place Li Che could find for Fang Hanshu to read.

However, nowadays Mo City Fengdu was shattered beyond recognition. With a thought, Li Che constructed a leisure pavilion for Fang Hanshu, where he could peacefully read.

In reality, Fang Hanshu didn’t have much time left.

To sacrifice himself for righteousness, he truly was sacrificing.

Li Che had no way to save Fang Hanshu, even if he wanted to. After all, facing the Divine Tribulation Venerable in the realm of the Six Venerables’ Two Calamities, even Li Che couldn’t do it.

Previously, Li Che was at his wit’s end, struggling to deal with the Black Bull Demon God Venerable, a mere Second Calamity Divine Tribulation Venerable, using backstabbing and calculating methods.

Attempting to deal with the experts in the Six Venerable Tribulation Realm would even threaten Li Che’s own existence.

But now, things had changed.

Often, the shift in the situation is merely a matter of thought.

After Li Che exhausted his foundation to kill the Black Bull Demon God Venerable and completed Soul Capturing, plus the transformation of the Sea Flipping Nine Infants, it was equivalent to having two experts of the Second Calamity Realm under his command.

Moreover, with the infusion of Martial Immortal Dao Essence, he completed the metamorphosis of three Divine Seeds into Immortal Seeds, and the power explosion increased once more!

The shift in the situation was no longer so constrained.

Unfortunately, Li Che still couldn’t save Fang Hanshu, because he chose to leverage the Great Supervising Minister’s power, borrowing the power of Heaven and Earth, but Fang Hanshu was paying with his own vitality.

Thus, Li Che asked Fang Hanshu if it was worth it?

However, Fang Hanshu didn’t care. Perhaps he believed Li Che could save him, allowing him to exist in another form, but even if he couldn’t, Fang Hanshu would calmly accept it.

After all, the ancestral rule of the Fang family was to protect Qitian; Fang Hanshu accomplished it without disgracing his ancestors, which was enough.

After bidding farewell to Fang Hanshu, Li Che pressed the Divine Monkey Mask on his face and cast his gaze upon the five strong figures.

The powerful auras continually intertwined, making the airflow within Qitian Temple surge uncontrollably. The temple itself was peculiar; entering the palace interior, one found it transformed into an immensely vast space.

Larger than a regular plaza, the stone coffin sat centrally.

As if situated in the center of the square, utterly solitary.

The situation within the temple gave Li Che a familiar feeling, reminiscent of the ninth layer of the Qintian Observatory Treasure Building where the Capital Supervision Minister resided.

In that ninth layer, Li Che sensed this feeling of spatial expansion.

What seemed like a small room could become infinitely vast and grand.

This might indeed be the power of the spatial essence.

”Underworld...”

Zhang Wuji sighed softly as he looked at the masked Divine Monkey.

Then glanced at the two terrifying peerless fierce beasts blocking their way, one being a Demon Race’s Demon God Venerable, and the other fierce beast was the most ferocious he had seen in his lifetime.

Nonetheless, Zhang Wuji found the Black Bull Demon God Venerable somewhat peculiar.

How could he, having ventured into the Underworld Fengdu, come out joining forces with the Underworld Divine Monkey? What agreement did they reach within Fengdu?

Zhang Wuji’s heart harbored a vague sense of unease.

He lifted his head, the Heaven and Earth Soul drifting out, sensing the space above Qitian Inner City, with its continuous rupturing gradually calming and settling.

His heart felt slightly heavy; the more time dragged on, the worse it would be for them.

Once the Temple Guardian Cursed Corpse King returns, they would have to retreat, otherwise...

They would die!

A Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King in the Three Calamities Supreme Realm was not something they could withstand; completely outmatched.

Boom—!!!

”Do it!”

”Finish it quickly!”

Zhang Wuji clenched his five fingers, divinity surging and boiling; countless divine energies from the Divine Shrine behind him poured out like a long river, flooding into the Silver Orb and swiftly shooting towards Li Che.

”Black Bull Demon God Venerable! What are you thinking? Even if you truly allied with the Underworld, dragging things out like this, our Supreme foundation won’t hold the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King; neither the Heavenly Corpse nor the Heavenly Divine Weapon will be within reach!”

Zhang Wuji shouted loudly.

Meanwhile, the Chan Wen Ascetic Monk took action too, the monk stick in his hand trembling, countless stick shadows interweaving densely, unleashing the power of the Second Calamity Level.

At the God Realm, the difference between a Martial God and a Divine Tribulation isn’t as significant as between a Martial Saint and a Divine Fetus, both relying on divine energy manipulation, making their techniques somewhat similar.

However, Martial God’s physical combat, utilizing martial arts and martial skills, involves a bit more!

The Ascetic Monk was a Martial God, his methods ruthlessly unparalleled, one stick move, earth-shattering.

Perhaps it was this that led to his selection to be dispatched to Qitian Temple for the opportunity hunt.

Roar—!!!

Six heads of the Sea Flipping Nine Infants violently swung up, fiercely attacking the Ascetic Monk who pointed out the stick shadows.

The battle erupted instantly, the powerful force slightly restrained to avoid damaging the Heavenly Corpse.

Yet even with some restraint, the unleashed combat power remained exceedingly terrifying.

The five experts of the Second Calamity Realm unleashed powerful techniques; the terrifying power of disaster and tribulation rampantly ravaged and poured, the space oscillating and fluctuating like a ragged cloth.

Logically, the space of Strange Que should be more stable and resilient, making it harder to break, at least more resilient than the Human World.