As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1591 - 421: The Martial Immortal Golden Body Bears 8 Qi Men Explosive Seeds, Survives to Face the First Divine Tribulation Soul Capturing with Loyalty [Monthly Ticket Requested]...
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Become a part of the Underworld?
To relish in eternal life and never face destruction?
Xie Yushen’s speech was laced with a feverish intensity, an irrepressible surge of excitement that bordered on religious devotion.
The hair on Zhao Beidou’s neck stood upright as a soul-piercing chill invaded his heart, completely paralyzing his senses!
“State Preceptor!”
“Just what are you...”
“Talking about?!”
Turning his head, Zhao Beidou stared at the Luck Golden Lotus that had begun to blossom around his form!
That represents the Power of Destiny...
Had Xie Yushen actually launched an assault against him?
What in the heavens was happening?!
Even for a Divine Tribulation Cultivator as experienced as Zhao Beidou, this moment felt like pure, unadulterated chaos.
It had never crossed his mind that the State Preceptor, Xie Yushen, would turn on him—especially not by utilizing the Luck Golden Lotus immediately!
He is a madman!
Furthermore, wasn't Xie Yushen supposed to be crippled by injuries? He was meant to be suffering from the severe backlash of summoning the Luck Golden Lotus previously...
Given his shattered physical state, how could he possibly attempt to wield the Luck Golden Lotus again?
Is he not seeking his own demise?!
Yet, what rattled Zhao Beidou even more were the claims made by the State Preceptor. Could a high official of the empire truly utter such things?
Should a man in his position even speak of such matters?
Joining the Underworld?!
Zhao Beidou felt his scalp go numb, his frame shivering as if he had stumbled upon a terrifying, forbidden truth.
State Preceptor Xie Yushen...
Is he truly an agent of the Underworld?!
Hold on!
Why would the State Preceptor choose this specific moment to drop his mask and expose himself?
Something is terribly wrong!
A wave of icy dread suddenly washed over Zhao Beidou. The sensation of impending death was more palpable now than when he had faced the final, explosive strike of the Underworld Yama!
A powerful surge of Dao Yun aura erupted from Zhao Beidou’s body.
Attempting to suppress the Luck Golden Lotus, he rose abruptly, his Daoist robe—adorned with the images of Dragon and Tiger—billowing violently in the wind.
His intention was to use this massive aura flare to signal the others and call for reinforcements!
Grandmaster Gu Qianchi of the Bashu Sword Pavilion was nearby, as was the Old Dragon God of the Dragon God Clan, despite their history of friction.
Both were powerful Divine Tribulation Cultivators; they would surely rush to investigate the moment they detected such a disturbance.
The imperial camp was currently filled with supreme experts. How could Xie Yushen be so bold?
However...
Zhao Beidou’s spirit quickly plummeted to the depths of despair.
Despite his massive release of aura, neither Gu Qianchi nor the Old Dragon God showed any sign of noticing. There was no movement at all.
Even Grandmaster Huang Mei from the Little Lingyin Temple, stationed right at the camp’s entrance, remained motionless, as if he were deaf to the commotion.
This is bad!
The realization hit Zhao Beidou instantly.
Looking up with an expression of pure horror, he saw that a massive, dark gateway had manifested behind him without a sound.
It was abyssal and profound, as dark as the deepest ink!
Above its frame, a plaque displayed two heavy, ominous characters.
Fengdu!
The Underworld’s Fengdu!
That legendary city...
Had returned!
With his eyes nearly bursting from their sockets, Zhao Beidou didn't hesitate. The White Netherworld Tribulation Fire on his skin flared up, transforming into a fierce Jiaoshe that lunged toward Xie Yushen.
A thunderous boom echoed—
The White Netherworld Tribulation Fire crashed into Xie Yushen’s Luck Golden Lotus, but the Lotus was well-acquainted with the Power of Tribulation.
As a result, the collision produced only a sound reminiscent of tolling bells and ceremonial drums.
Meanwhile, the Luck Golden Lotus beneath Zhao Beidou’s feet refused to fade; instead, its power only grew more suffocating.
Xie Yushen gave a low, mocking laugh. With a flick of his wrist, the Luck Golden Lotus shifted its trajectory, intending to hurl Zhao Beidou straight into the gateway.
Zhao Beidou let out a defiant snort, but the sound died in his throat.
He noticed a figure appearing out of thin air beside Xie Yushen, a man wearing a mask of black and white...
Yama!!!
Xie Yushen was indeed in league with the Underworld!
Curse it all!
Zhao Beidou flung his arms wide as countless plumes of White Netherworld Tribulation Fire exploded outward. He aimed to shred the tent and launch himself into the sky, hoping the massive spectacle would draw the eyes of Gu Qianchi and the Old Dragon God.
The resurgence of the Underworld Yama brought with it a suffocating, murderous intent...
It flowed toward him like a torrential river!
The Yama intended to execute him!
He had been lured into a trap!
Zhao Beidou’s expression twisted in fury as he glared at the glowing, red-faced Xie Yushen, who was now bathed in the Power of Destiny.
At this moment, where were the signs of Xie Yushen’s injuries?
His condition was flawless!
“Xie Yushen!!!”
Zhao Beidou roared in rage!
He suddenly remembered Xie Yushen’s earlier words—the desperate pleas for him to stay, the claims that the crusade could not succeed without him...
It was all a ruse, a web of lies designed to keep him here until his time to die arrived!
Zhao Beidou also realized that while the Underworld Yama must have been wounded, his recovery had far outpaced his own!
The enigmatic Underworld surely possessed secret methods for rapid healing!
It was too sinister! Too terrifying!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
The moment the Underworld Yama manifested, the tent was smothered by an overwhelming, crushing aura. Boiling Qi-Blood surged like a True Dragon rising from the depths of the ocean!
Buzz—
With a single stride from the Yama, everything inside the tent seemed to be forced into the earth. The pressure was like a mountain falling from the clouds.
Zhao Beidou was completely wreathed in White Netherworld Tribulation Fire!
But the Underworld Yama simply raised a foot and tapped the air in front of Zhao Beidou’s crossed arms.
The surrounding space appeared to buckle inward before snapping back with a violent force.
Losing all control over his body, Zhao Beidou was sent flying backward toward the obsidian portal.
As he neared the entrance, savage black chains whipped out from the darkness, binding him tightly to drag him into the heart of the city.