As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1524 - 407: Fairy in the Painting - Fourth Transformation, Dao Guide - Tenth Ferocious Ink, Immortal Seed Qilin Opens Eight Gates [Monthly Ticket Requested]...
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Whoosh—
As the gale and tides surged violently, Li Che extended his arms, his fingers splaying wide to finalize the Soul Capturing process. Behind him, figures restrained by ethereal chains struggled to find their footing.
A deep, ink-like hue swirled within his pupils.
Inside his chest, the Fruit of the Heavenly Dao from Within the Painting throbbed with intensity, releasing a thunderous roar. Every pulse seemed to trigger explosions of ink stains across his skin!
Vast clouds of obsidian mist billowed out without end!
The thumping of his heart gradually grew faint, mimicking the sound of a brush gliding over parchment before lifting away, the resonance fading into the distance.
It was like a thread of hearth smoke being pulled into the sky.
The melody of the Great Dao drifted away into a whisper.
Li Che’s hair danced wildly like ink dropped into a crystalline pool, swaying like dark water-grass and giving his presence a surreal, wash-painting aesthetic.
The fourth transformation of the Fruit of the Heavenly Dao from Within the Painting had begun!
Li Che remained composed, showing no signs of shock; instead, he felt as though everything was progressing exactly as it should.
The Dao Fruit’s maturity had been steadily climbing ever since the destruction of Mo City during his clash with Heavenly Defect and Earth Defect, continuing through the city’s gradual restoration.
Furthermore, as the Dominator Avatar, Li Che had withstood immense pressure and damage during the confrontation with Ji Moli, which further accelerated the ripening of the Fruit of the Heavenly Dao from Within the Painting.
The maturity of the Dao Fruit had already reached 90% prior to this, and these two significant events provided the final push.
The shackles were shattered, and the transformation was achieved naturally!
As a hardworking Dao Fruit, the Fruit of the Heavenly Dao from Within the Painting provided Li Che with immense utility, from its replication abilities to the manifestation of Mo City Fengdu, making his techniques increasingly enigmatic.
With his dark, vigorous hair fluttering, Li Che’s eyes appeared to be forged from pure ink.
Every time the Dao Fruit transformed, it seemed to refine and fortify his very spirit!
Buzz... Buzz...
Li Che snapped his eyes open, his potent spirit spilling out and creating invisible ripples in the air.
Ink-tinted raindrops fell from the sky, freezing in mid-air as if suspended in time.
Li Che turned slowly, his gaze—dripping with smoky ink—radiating a terrifying, hypnotic power.
Behind him, three peak-level Great Gods—Gu Changqing, Bai Buxi, and Zhao Chunqiu—regained consciousness. The chains binding their forms began to snap one by one.
They had been pulled back from the Netherworld, possessing nothing but bewilderment and alarm.
Li Che observed them silently with his ink-black eyes.
With a simple flick of his consciousness.
A rustling noise filled the air.
From every corner of Mo City Fengdu, one silhouette after another emerged.
Heavenly Defect, Earth Defect, Yue Huanglong, Han Sixi, and other Soul Capturing entities materialized, fixedly staring at the three newcomers with a predatory glint in their eyes.
After all, consuming others through Soul Capturing allowed them to bolster their own strength, making the newcomers a source of great temptation.
Li Che had originally intended to seize Ji Moli, having carefully gathered the remains of the body that had been blown apart.
Regrettably, those remains were mere decoys. Once Ji Moli’s Divine Fetus was demolished, the fragments turned into foul, pus-like clots that dissolved into the earth—not true blood, but a cocktail of assorted blood essences.
This confirmed Fang Hanshu’s claims regarding Ji Moli’s blood pool clone technique; it was indeed a reality.
Just by sensing the various distinct blood signatures within those clots, Li Che could almost see a vision of a city drenched in slaughter and littered with corpses.
A city of the dead, existing across time and illusion, appeared before his mind's eye.
It was almost beyond belief that someone would massacre an entire city just to harvest a blood pool for a single clone...
What sort of monster could commit such an atrocity?
It was no wonder Nan Lihuo burned with such hatred; despite the massive gap in their Cultivation, he had never abandoned his quest for vengeance.
The three Soul Capturing figures came into sharper focus.
Li Che’s cold gaze swept over them. These were three top-tier experts; if they were fully converted into Soul Capturing thralls to serve him, they would provide a massive boost to his power.
Commander Xie Yun was currently leading the imperial army, stationed eight hundred miles from Qianyuan Taoist City. Knowing the strength of the Qian Yuan Divine Sect, he would undoubtedly recruit even more powerful masters for the next stage of the siege!
However...
Xie Yun Shen, how could you possibly foresee this?
That those who died in this conflict would be recycled into the very foundation of the Qian Yuan Divine Sect?
You have no concept of true power!
The sound of clanking metal rang out.
Gu Changqing, Master of the Heavenly Pill Divine Sect, looked on in horror. Once the initial shock passed, he didn't hesitate for long, choosing survival over oblivion.
He bowed in submission.
The next to yield was Zhao Chunqiu, Master of the Dragon Tiger Divine Sect.
His will to live was just as fierce as Gu Changqing’s; since he had always feared death, he would not refuse this second chance at existence.
Li Che was actually quite surprised to find that one of them possessed a bit of a backbone.
Bai Buxi, the Master of the Haoran Academy, stood with his Confucian robes billowing. Despite the black aura of death clinging to him, he lifted his chin with pride.
"I, Bai, am a scholar of dignity! I would rather perish standing than continue my life on my knees!"
He cast a look of pure contempt at Gu Changqing and Zhao Chunqiu.
To think that esteemed Divine Sect Masters would grovel before a mere Young Master!
Indeed, once he recognized Li Che’s identity, Bai Buxi’s scorn only deepened.
In his mind, a person of his stature should be courted by Li Che, not expected to offer himself up like a common servant!
How else could he command respect in Li Che’s eyes?
Having been a senior figure at Haoran Academy for so long, Bai Buxi began to plot even as he stood there—despite the fact that Li Che was the very entity that had brought him back to life.