As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1624 - 428: Taibai Enters the Tribulation, Old Dragon God Is Summoned, Dream Master Sheds Again, Dream Butterfly Meets Da Xixi Once More [Monthly Ticket Request]...
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Mr. Lian had never imagined that his journey to Qianyuan Daoist City, tasked with delivering the Emperor's imperial decree, would become his final voyage through the mortal realm.
The horrifying entity that stepped forth from the Fengdu Gate of the Underworld possessed a level surpassing even that of the Underworld Yama.
Survival seemed utterly impossible to him in that moment.
A Divine Tribulation!
It was clear as day—this creature transcended the realm of Divine Tribulation!
Mr. Lian dropped to his knees, overwhelmed by the crushing aura that slammed into him like relentless ocean surges, battering his frame and nearly choking the breath from his lungs.
This kind of overwhelming force might not even be matched by the Grandmaster of the Dragon Tiger Divine Sect or a powerhouse at Divine Tribulation like Zhao Beidou.
Mr. Lian crumpled to the ground in a kneeling position, his eyes bulging wide despite himself, sweat pouring freely, only to vaporize instantly from the scorching heat filling the tent.
Every part of his body quivered with sheer terror!
The depths of the Underworld surpassed all expectations!
Figures such as Xie Yun Shen and Grandmaster Huang Mei lurked as secret agents of the Underworld; how vast could their numbers truly be?
Just how many others concealed their true allegiances as enemies from the Underworld?
Beyond comprehension, completely beyond it!
Mr. Lian's power was far from insignificant, yet right then, the will to fight back had utterly deserted him.
He remained slumped on the ground in a kneeling pose...
Full of despair and isolation.
"Your Majesty, this servant... can no longer serve you."
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Delicate snowflakes drifted lazily from the vast heavens above.
Qian Yuan Divine Sect.
Within the study room.
Li Che's figure materialized once more, purple flames flickering above his head, while the golden skull underneath those fires captured the core of skeletal essence.
With fingers splayed out, he gripped the raging purple fire crowning his skull, tugging as though peeling away a disguise, causing the blaze to withdraw in an instant, flesh and blood regenerating, lustrous black hair emerging again, swaying like underwater fronds in the flow of spirit energy.
He snapped his fingers lightly.
A dark chess piece emerged into the air, swiftly morphing and growing larger, shifting into the form of Mr. Lian, who lowered his head in utmost deference, filled with zeal and total submission.
In the past, the devoted, passionate, and compliant Mr. Lian reserved such behavior solely for the Emperor.
Yet at present, he extended the identical attitude toward Li Che.
At this point, within Mr. Lian's thoughts...
His true master was the Emperor!
Our family... now boasts a fresh Emperor!
Gazing upon Mr. Lian, who displayed even greater reverence than typical soul capturings, Li Che had previously considered that if this steadfast old eunuch resisted yielding, execution would follow.
An aged eunuch bearing the Emperor's decree, akin to an official imperial messenger, whose demise could spark considerable turmoil.
But these days, such concerns had vanished entirely.
"Good... go back, continue to maintain your identity and your work."
"When I need you, I hope the dagger in your hand can accurately pierce the Emperor’s heart."
Li Che uttered calmly.
Mr. Lian's gaze sparkled: "This servant will do everything to not let the Lord down!"
Following that, Li Che gestured with his hand, and Mr. Lian's silhouette dissolved into a ray of light, vanishing away, condensing back into a soul capturing, heading off to the imperial army's encampment.
With everything settled, Li Che settled into the seat, poured a steaming cup of tea for himself, and took a slow, appreciative sip.
The view from his inner energy hub quivered, soon after, visions began to surface.
A fragment of his awareness persistently monitored Xi Xi's cultivation advancement, so the scenes that appeared depicted Xi Xi's ongoing practice.
Xi Xi along with her fellow travelers had departed from Guangling Dao, recalling the heavy burdens faced there, they chanted about thirty years in the East River, thirty years in the West River, and set their course northward.
Maybe because they had endured the revulsion and wickedness of Guangling Dao, Xi Xi's party decided to prioritize fulfilling the mission Li Che had given them.
Transporting those mechanisms to the True Martial Divine Sect in Tongyou Land.
However, Xi Xi might have overlooked just how exposed her status as the Young Sect Master of Qian Yuan Divine Sect truly was.
During their travels, Xi Xi and her group fell under assault.
It was enough to jolt the listless Xi Xi into alertness!
"Oh, there’s a commotion!"
Xi Xi's eyes brightened, harboring no resentment toward the Godhunting Pavilion killers intent on her elimination, and harboring a touch of appreciation instead.
Grateful to them for injecting excitement into this otherwise tedious trip.
Without delay, Xi Xi proceeded to eliminate these attackers.
Admittedly, numerous assailants cropped up along the way, originating not only from the Godhunting Pavilion but also from assorted aristocratic houses and sects, including hired killers.
The most urgent threat among them was the Corpse God Cult!
As Xi Xi confronted the onslaught from the Corpse God Cult, she spotted them right away; their presence was all too recognizable to her.
The Spirit Infant Sect essentially operated as the Corpse God Cult, meaning her family had grown up overshadowed by the Corpse God Cult from the earliest days.
As a result, Xi Xi harbored deep aversion toward the Corpse God Cult.
Her strikes came with savage intensity, reducing the wicked followers of the Corpse God Cult to near-shredded remains!
"Great Sister, come help me!"
Xi Xi hefted the Immortal Artisan Gatling, blasting a handful of Corpse God’s Cursed Silver Corpses into mush, before releasing a deep exhale.
A shadow of melancholy lingered unavoidably in her heart.
Her sister paid no heed to Xi Xi, turning a deaf ear to Xi Xi's wishes and yearnings.
Xi Xi pondered drawing upon the power of that concealed elder sister residing inside her to become stronger, to bolster her own abilities.