As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1592 - 421: Martial Immortal Golden Body Bears Eight Qi Men Burst Seeds, Live to Witness the First Divine Tribulation Soul Capturing [Monthly Ticket Requested]...
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Zhao Beidou’s rage was beyond restraint. Lunging forward, he gripped the stone of the city gate with a violent force, his fingers acting like a Divine Spear as they dug deep into the masonry.
Yet, his entire frame was ensnared by a multitude of black chains.
Clang! Clang! Clang!—
The metal links shrieked against each other, every strike producing a vibration that shook the very core of his soul.
Inch by inch, Zhao Beidou was hauled into the city, his desperate grip leaving five jagged gashes carved into the city wall.
As he was being dragged away, Zhao Beidou’s gaze burned with a manic fury, overflowing with the resentment of a man who had been tricked, sold out, and cornered!
He was unable to comprehend it...
How could Xie Yushen, the Dajing National Master, have concealed his true self so profoundly?!
In this instant...
Zhao Beidou felt a wave of disorientation and skepticism.
In this world...
In the end, who was left to trust?!
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High above the military tent, the Heaven and Earth Chessboard sat suspended like a transparent veil, cutting off all external observation and spiritual senses.
The swirling snow of the outside world passed through the scene as if it were a mere illusion, drifting down to the earth below.
Not a single soul noticed that Zhao Beidou had already vanished from within the tent.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!—
The gale howled with intensity, carrying the black rain and turning the droplets into a relentless volley of arrow-like projectiles.
Simultaneously, a suffocating pressure descended.
It felt as though time itself had been paralyzed throughout Mo City!
Boom——!!!
Zhao Beidou’s form was violently hurled inward, crashing down with the momentum of a fired cannonball.
The White Netherworld Tribulation Fire erupted, its flames twisting and turning!
Across Mo City, countless plumes of water erupted, and the falling black rain hung suspended in mid-air, turning into a swirling mist of black vapor!
The searing heat of the White Netherworld Tribulation Fire sent waves of warmth surging between the sky and the ground.
He was livid, outraged, and bordering on madness!
Betrayed and ensnared, Zhao Beidou’s fury was uncontrollable!
Nevertheless, he proved unable to snap the tethering force of Underworld Fengdu and was dragged completely into its depths.
His heart felt as though it had plummeted into a dark abyss.
Gazing around, he found himself in the all-too-familiar environment of Underworld Fengdu.
The very Grotto Heaven that belonged to the underworld!
That Small Cave Heaven which he had once personally shattered and reduced to ruins...
It should have been obliterated and lost, yet looking at it now, there wasn't a single blemish. Everything remained whole, and the Small Cave Heaven appeared to be in a state of unprecedented perfection.
"This... how is this possible?!"
Zhao Beidou’s pupils constricted.
Being a Divine Tribulation Cultivator, he was well aware of how long it took for a Small Cave Heaven to reform after being destroyed.
It would take no less than five years just to regain its shape, and another five years to restore its internal essence to its peak state.
Essentially, a full decade was required for such a restoration!
But what was he witnessing?
How much time had actually passed...
The ruined Small Cave Heaven of the underworld had been fully mended, flawless and pristine, and its collective power seemed even more formidable than before!
Killing intent...
A thick, suffocating killing intent saturated the air.
Zhao Beidou realized that now that he had been pulled back into this Small Cave Heaven, the underworld... likely intended to leave him no path of escape.
Boom——!!!
Steeling his resolve, the White Netherworld Tribulation Fire in his grasp coalesced into a blade of roaring flames.
The blade hummed and swung with a violent force, seeking to slice through the fabric of the void!
As he struck, a massive surge of power erupted—Dao Yun, Divinity, and the heat of Tribulation Fire were all unleashed at once.
Yet, he only managed to tear a tiny fissure in the space!
The gap was instantly sealed...
Zhao Beidou’s entire frame shuddered!
This Small Cave Heaven...
How could it be?!
Beyond being restored, how had its structural stability increased so drastically since their last encounter?!
Boom——!!!
Suddenly, a thunderous explosion seemed to echo from the very foundations of the world!
It was as if a Blazing Sun had suddenly emerged from the ground!
Dazzlingly bright and magnificently radiant!
A massive Baking Furnace manifested, constructed from an immense gathering of Qi-Blood. Its surface was etched with profound, mystical patterns, featuring a Divine Dragon that coiled and roared, and a Giant Elephant that reared and bellowed!
The Dragon and the Elephant were entwined in a powerful embrace!
It was scorching, intense, and boiling!
The raw, burning heat of the Qi-Blood swept through the domain!
It completely overwhelmed the temperature produced by the White Netherworld Tribulation Fire!
Underworld Yama!
From within that colossal Baking Furnace, he rose like a Great Sun ascending into the heavens.
The figure of Underworld Yama stood tall, split between black and white. From his eyes flowed a thick Golden Smoke, flickering with arcs of golden lightning, resembling a primordial God Demon emerging from the depths of the Netherworld!
His overwhelming aura continued to climb!
With every surge, a golden radiance, like the first light of dawn, burst forth from the furnace!
What was that?
Zhao Beidou’s eyes narrowed, his Dragon and Tiger Divine Robe whipped violently against his skin, his heart pounding in his chest.
Could that be...
A Qimen Divine Seed?!
Even if it were a Qimen Divine Seed, how could it generate such a monstrous level of Qi-Blood?
Is this truly the Qi-Blood a human can attain?!
Rumble rumble rumble——
Brilliant golden rays of light washed over the world, like a Golden Crow spreading its wings across the firmament. One by one, the shackles of human limitation were shattered, bursting into golden embers!
The spirit ascended higher and higher, reaching toward the heavens!
It was too terrifying!
A Martial God!
This was undoubtedly a Martial God!
Zhao Beidou’s pupils shrank as his Disaster Wheel was forced to manifest behind him, the White Netherworld Tribulation Fire swirling around it like a pale flaming Jiaoshe.
But he found no comfort in it.
A crack had appeared on the Disaster Wheel, and his Dao Yun was steadily bleeding out...