As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1621: 427: Purgatory Opens, Earthly Hell's Evil Welcomes the Ghost Emperor; The State Preceptor Is the Imperial Court's Loyal Dragon God—Trust Me...
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If the Dragon God Crown Prince manages to surpass the bottleneck and ascend to the Dragon God Realm, then the Dragon God Lineage's future on the mainland would gain far greater assurance.
Huff huff huff huff——
After an unknown stretch of time, the Old Dragon God gradually opened his eyes. His whole presence quivered, as though he had just returned from the emptiness.
“So much time has dragged on… Why hasn't the State Preceptor made any move yet? If we delay further, the Mysterious Temple in Qi Tian City will awaken and unlock itself.” The Old Dragon God creased his brow, his white eyebrows knotting like sharp blades.
Rumble——
As he abruptly rose to his feet, the vast river beneath him shook violently.
The Old Dragon God gazed toward the military encampment shrouded in swirling snow.
With one stride, his overwhelming and blazing qi-blood vaporized the snowflakes in an instant, like an impending storm, transforming the flakes into a relentless cascade of rain!
In just a handful of steps, he reached the tent belonging to State Preceptor Xie Yushen.
Within the tent, Xie Yushen was engaged in a chess match with a Purple-clothed Eunuch. Spotting the Purple-clothed Eunuch, the Old Dragon God knitted his brows.
At the sight of the Old Dragon God entering, Xie Yushen's ashen features lit up right away.
“Dragon God Senior has arrived, please, come play a round with us.”
Xie Yushen invited warmly.
Yet the Old Dragon God only gave him a brief look and replied, “State Preceptor, I'm not here for chess. I've been waiting around for nearly a month now; when are you going to make your move?”
“This endless deadlock—how long must it drag on… Old Dragon, we can't afford more delays in this standoff.”
Speaking bluntly and without detour, the Old Dragon God cut right to the chase.
Hearing this, Xie Yushen let out a quiet sigh, “Dragon God Senior, I understand your impatience, but after that initial setback, without grasping the Underworld's full strength, I can't risk hasty action.”
“The losses of sect masters such as Gu Changqing of the Heavenly Pill Divine Sect, Bai Buxi of Haoran Academy, Zhao Chunqiu of the Dragon Tiger Divine Sect, and even King Ping Luan's clone—they weigh heavily on my mind.”
“I loathe it, loathe my own oversight and underestimation of the foe!”
Xie Yushen looked utterly fatigued, “I have to account for the well-being of my soldiers and the surviving powerhouses in my command…”
“Truth be told, it's not only Dragon God Senior who's restless; even His Majesty in the distant Divine Capital feels the same urgency.”
“That's why Mr. Lian has delivered an imperial edict.”
Xie Yushen gestured helplessly with open palms.
His intent was obvious to the Old Dragon God: the Imperial Court wasn't holding him back from launching war, but he truly needed to assess the circumstances first.
The Old Dragon God eyed the Purple-clothed Eunuch Mr. Lian and identified him as the attendant to Dajing's Emperor.
Mr. Lian, his face pale and smooth without a beard, nodded with a gentle smile.
The Old Dragon God's gaze eased a touch, though his forehead stayed wrinkled, “State Preceptor, whether it's winnable or not, we'd find out once we clash…”
Xie Yushen managed a wry grin, “Dragon God Senior just got here and hasn't witnessed the sheer dread and bottomless might of the Underworld…”
“Grandmaster Zhao did say that King Yan of the Underworld suffered grave wounds… But is King Yan truly the only force there? To this day, no Divine Tribulation or Martial God Realm masters have appeared from the Underworld; could a shadowy power like that really lack such figures?”
“I… fear it.”
Xie Yushen breathed out heavily.
Amid Xie Yushen's hesitant words, the Old Dragon God grew a bit irritated, “Fearing this and that—what's the use of invading and toppling sects then?”
Still, Xie Yushen didn't take offense at the Old Dragon God's sharp tone; he lightly fanned himself with a feather fan, a refreshing gust cooling his features.
He stepped outside the tent, observing the snow melted into streams by the Old Dragon God's qi-blood.
His eyes deepened with thought.
“Dragon God Senior, I've already set everything in place; in just a few more days… It won't be long, soon enough I'll seize Qianyuan Taoist City—do you believe me?”
“Senior, do you place your trust in me?”
Xie Yushen's tone was subdued, yet he radiated a powerful, unshakeable certainty.
This assurance even caught the Old Dragon God, a Divine Tribulation Cultivator, off guard for a moment.
From where did such certainty spring?
The Purple-clothed Eunuch Mr. Lian's eyes gleamed faintly as he regarded Xie Yushen, a smile forming—yes, the State Preceptor remained the same one he knew: assured, tactical, masterful in his strategies…
Spinning back, Xie Yushen's robes billowed and twisted in the breeze, “Dragon God Senior, I've earned His Majesty's faith, and with just a mortal frame, I've held back Dajing's Eleven Divine Sects while gaining His Majesty's profound trust to nurture Dajing’s Fortune Golden Lotus…”
“Even His Majesty believes in me.”
“Senior, why can't you believe in me?!”
The fierce certainty rolled forth like crashing tides, making the Old Dragon God's slit pupils narrow just a bit.
“Fine, then the Old Dragon will believe in you.”
With Xie Yushen's stern and icy expression, a grin bloomed instantly, “Have no doubts, senior, when we strike at the peaks and sects, your Dragon God Senior's mighty strength will be essential.”
“It's almost here, don't fret, senior, really almost…”
Xie Yushen's assurances left the Old Dragon God's chest feeling a tad weighed down, since he'd pressed Xie Yushen on this several times lately, only to be brushed off each time.
But this firm stance today stood out as unusual.
Back in the tent, Xie Yushen's smile held steady as he watched the Old Dragon God depart.
It's nearly time, for real.
You, Old Dragon God, aim to shatter the Qian Yuan Divine Sect before the inheritance in Qi Tian City stirs…
Yet how could the Lord feel any less pressed?
The Lord, too, is nearly ready.
…
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Qianyuan Divine Sect.
Gusts howled and thundered.
Having secured the Wind Avoiding Tribulation Pill, crafted by the Underworld's Alchemy Master at Li Che’s behest, Lv Taibai secluded himself on Mei Mountain within the Miao Dao Xiansheng Three-Eyed True Lord Strange Temple, pushing for a breakthrough.
At the same time, Lv Qiankun stood watch over him personally.