As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1630 - 429: Heavenly Poison Rising Dragon Pill, the Underworld Is Everywhere, the Old Dragon God Betrayed
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A surge of murderous aura burst forth from the Old Dragon God, with his white locks whipping about fiercely.
Xie Yushen cast a look toward the Old Dragon God, lightly fanning himself with his feather fan!
Rumble—!!!
Like a far-off peak, the pitch-black night lay enveloped in thick haze, its outlines barely visible. Snowflakes danced across the skies and ground, seemingly determined to chill the mortal realm to its core.
Howling gales raged, while snow poured down in relentless sheets!
Over the Grand Canal, the waters churned and burst upward, as though a mighty trumpet blared with thunderous echoes, booming for hundreds, even thousands of feet along the waterway!
The heavy mist blanketing the river got ripped open.
Colossal Black Mysterious Dragon Ships, one by one, stirred from their long dormancy at last, cleaving through the waves and advancing like enormous floating glaciers!
Towering high, the vessels' bodies forced the river to split, with waves slamming into them and bursting forth like countless blankets of frost.
These Mystic Iron Spirit Wood Warships formed the naval armada of the Da Jing Dynasty, utterly savage and daunting. The Dajing Emperor had schemed for ages to build this fleet, readying it for eventual domination over the Four Seas.
Furthermore, thanks to the Da Jing Grand Ancestor's digging of the Grand Canal that stretched nearly across all the Great Scenery Eleven Paths, Da Jing's powerful fleet turned it into an overwhelming juggernaut, impossible to halt. A mere gesture from the emperor, and the ships would smash through all opposition.
The savagely brutal Mystic Iron Spirit Wood Warships bore sides etched with horrifying motifs of carnage, evoking vessels emerging from the Yellow Springs' Bitter Sea.
Following a month's hush, the banners unfurled once more, snapping in the stormy winds and scattering snow and atmosphere alike!
Boom—!
The massive vessels bobbed and plunged, shattering the oncoming waves as they charged ahead with wild fury!
Ship followed ship in disciplined formation, like a disciplined legion, streaming along the Grand Canal and bearing down ominously on Qianyuan Taoist City!
Aboard the warship.
Draped in a Crane Robe and crowned, Xie Yushen softly fanned the air with his feather fan, summoning a mild gust.
A spark of light flickered in his gaze!
At last... the moment arrives!
Per my lord's strategy, once this clash ends, the imperial forces will launch their real push to shatter sects and level peaks, shifting the aim... away from Qian Yuan to the Heavenly Pill Divine Sect in Guangling Dao!
This assault on the Qian Yuan Divine Sect today feels more like a lavish show, a performance staged specially for the Old Dragon God.
His eyes shifted to the Old Dragon God striding atop the waves in front, along with the Dragon God Crown Princes, and a faint smile crept across Xie Yushen's face.
The Qi Fortune of the Dragon God Lineage...
He, Xie Yushen, would claim it before anyone else.
...
...
The Taibai Sect Master prepares to face the Divine Tribulation!
Like a whirlwind, this intelligence could no longer stay contained, racing outward unchecked.
Divine Tribulation!
Facing the Divine Tribulation means nine chances of death and just one of survival!
Faces around showed little cheer, only heavy gravity, for conquering the Divine Tribulation proves no simple feat, with failure lurking close by.
Should it fail, the Qian Yuan Divine Sect would plunge into dire peril.
All present wore profoundly serious looks.
Feng Zhiqi released a deep sigh, his form shifting as Qi-Blood thundered within, streaking like a shooting star to alight on the battlements, his dark tresses lashing about, clutching a lengthy blade against his torso, stare locked on the profound darkness.
A piercing cry rang out, horns blared in response, and the packed ranks of the Divine Guard Army climbed the walls too, gripping their spears firmly, gazes straining toward the horizon with worry.
Bursts of pyrotechnics arced skyward and flowered overhead, marking them as alert signals.
Fresh scouts fired off these flares, warning of the foe's advance. The imperial troops, camped 800 miles off, renewed their strike on Qianyuan Taoist City this very night!
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—
Amid rends in the air, Feng Zhiqi, Zhao Fangzhou, Ding Zi, Gongshu Jingjun, Tang Xiejia, plus sundry powerhouses and the Noble Families’ Martial Saints and Divine Fetuses, all vaulted aloft, their potent, hostile presences bellowing and unleashing.
Over a dozen Martial Saint Divine Embryos, encompassing almost every elite fighter in Qianyuan Taoist City, let loose an aura that weighed heavier than any thousand-man host.
High in the Heavenly Dome.
Vast clouds of calamity churned and growled, gathering a fearsome Divine Tribulation that sent shivers through souls.
Buzz—
Great Elder Fang Hanshu's scholarly gown billowed as he rose heavenward, striding steadily across the firmament toward the ramparts.
The Vast River thundered and cascaded forth, swallowing the whole city and slowly calming the strain and dread gripping every heart.
Fang Hanshu's eyes, too, grew far more profound: "Tonight promises an epic clash... one that decides the Qian Yuan Divine Sect's very survival."
Not even he could predict how this fight would unfold.
For he remained unsure if Lv Taibai would triumph in his breakthrough; success would bring the Qian Yuan Divine Sect fresh chances, bolstered by a new Divine Tribulation expert.
With the breakthrough, Lv Taibai might hold off Gu Qianchi, while the Grandmaster fended against the Old Dragon God...
In a pinch, donning the God Hunter Killer mask could prove key...
Yet he was certain Xie Yushen hid aces up his sleeve; given the man's nature, how could he lack schemes after this past month?
Had Zhao Beidou mended from his grave wounds?
Had Xie Yushen summoned Grandmasters from other Divine Sects?
Word was the Seven Treasures Divine Sect had bent the knee to the court—would its Grandmaster join the fray?
Fang Hanshu drew in a slow breath.
Holding back the court's initial onslaught had already pushed the Qian Yuan Divine Sect to its limits—a genuine wonder.