As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1640: 431: The Dragon God of the Ten Fiends Paints Over the Sea of 9 Infants, Ghost Emperor Debuts Amidst Universal Awe, Heaven and Earth Reject [Monthly Ticket Requested]_2...
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All gazes were locked onto the portal, eager to witness the ultimate result.
Boom——!!!
All of a sudden.
Grandmaster Lv Qiankun, positioned in front of the Qiankun plaque, gave a faint blink.
He suddenly lifted his gaze.
Fang Hanshu, who had returned and was hovering near Lv Qiankun, was startled too, glancing upward.
The mighty Martial Saints and Divine Fetus Practitioners sensed an ominous feeling as well.
Aboard the battleship, Ning Caisen, Gu Cheng, Gu Qianchi, and the rest also raised their sights to the Heavenly Dome, now shrouded in dark clouds!
Yet…
Their pupils abruptly narrowed.
They spotted, high above the dome, a burst of boundless crimson glow.
The whole realm appeared to quake in that instant.
The dark clouds seemed ripped open, as a shadowy blood-red Divine Dragon twisted wildly in the emptiness, finally parting its massive jaws to unleash a furious roar of defiance—a Dragon’s Chant!
The Dragon’s Chant echoed across the skies and lands, filling every beast in the hills and waters with sheer terror right then.
Even the cultivators and troops from Qianyuan Dao City and the imperial forces experienced a chill of dread, like a horrifying beast from their inner depths was bellowing, making their very spirits tremble.
The blood-red dragon shadow twisted upward into the lofty heavens, then, with a bellow, surged toward the edge of the dark clouds, as though aiming to shred the divide between realms, to burst into the Nine Skies, to behold the chaos of catastrophe and ordeal!
Still.
In the end, it failed; the blood-red dragon shadow ascended three thousand feet before bursting apart, dyeing the entire firmament in scarlet hues in a flash.
Swish swish——
The descending snowflakes turned red, infused with a heavy metallic tang of blood.
Within the blood-tinged snow, drops of scarlet rain mingled.
Crimson downpour unleashed, a freakish sign from the heavens!
A divine tribulation descending now!
Rumble——!!!
Ominous blood-red lightning flashed high overhead, resembling a lengthy crimson sword, slashing the sky to expose raw, red viscera!
Freakish signs across the heavens!
It felt like the whole Lingnan Circuit was shaking, covering hundreds and thousands of li, with the Grand Canal's waters roiling, and bloody rain falling, as if doom was rebounding to the skies, pressing down on everyone with crushing weight!
Beyond Lingnan Circuit, where the Grand Canal met Guangling Dao's borders.
Waters surged skyward!
The river's flow burst forth repeatedly, and one by one, figures rose from the Grand Canal, treading the heaving waves, their forms quaking without control.
“Ah ah ah——”
“Dragon Emperor! Our clan's Dragon Emperor… has fallen!”
These figures, bearing horns upon their heads, were all from the Dragon God Lineage's cultivators.
At this instant, beholding the bloody rain sign over the heavenly vault and the tribulation's power cycling back to the skies, tears flowed freely down their cheeks, and they dropped to their knees on the water.
Howling in grief.
The Dragon Emperor was dead.
The Dragon God Lineage faced total ruin!
…
…
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh——
Fierce gales howled with fury, akin to turbulent waves from the Netherworld’s Yellow Springs, bearing a bone-chilling cold that pierced the spirit.
Moments seemed to halt and harden utterly in that instant.
Mo City, Fengdu.
Throughout Mo City, heavy rains cascaded without end, floods rushed over the cracked earth, and the black raindrops falling appeared to smother the fumes from the Poison Pill.
Scorching blaze spread wide, violet fires twisted and flared, turning the black rain from above into vapor that steamed upward like mist.
Li Che, bearing the Primordial Dragon-Elephant Flame over his head, manifested a golden cranium, resembling ghost flames that danced without cease.
On the ground, colossal dragon bones crashed down hard, as if each weighed millions of jin, denting the surface deeply on landing.
Li Che’s gaze held profound depths.
Behind him, the Dao Guide of the Fruit of the Heavenly Dao from Within the Painting gradually revealed the Ten Fierce Brushwork.
Li Che felt a spark of intrigue, pondering what sort of savage creature this Dao Guide might summon upon devouring a Divine Tribulation Realm Old Dragon God?
This Dao Guide, Li Che had yet to employ; before, even the Dragon God Crown Prince might have sufficed, but Li Che deemed it wasteful to spend a Ten Fierce slot on a Dragon God Crown Prince below Divine Tribulation.
Now, the Old Dragon God at the One Calamity and Two Tribulations Realm just qualified.
“Ten Fierce Brushwork!”
“Return to position!”
Li Che spread his arms wide, immediately setting the dragon bones to shudder fiercely, then the vast dragon bones dissolved as if by ink, fading piece by piece, finally becoming dark ink.
“Roar——!!!”
A dreadful Dragon’s Chant pierced the heavens, as though an ink whirlpool spun in the skies, like chains on spirits breaking apart gradually!
The ink-shaped Old Dragon God’s presence rose without pause, while the Dao Guide scroll at Li Che’s back whipped about wildly.
Next, the ink dragon god lashed its tail, curling sideways into the Brushwork.
Myriad bursts of jet-black ink sprayed forth!
It resembled countless thunderclaps detonating behind the cloud cover all at once.
Wind currents blasted, ink flew everywhere, and sound blasts thundered!
It was like an unmatched immortal in the Painting gripped a wolf-hair brush, laden with dense ink, and flung it with force.
Apparently, with Li Che at the core, the ink shockwave swiftly grew and slammed outward in every direction over Mo City’s skies and ground.
Shattering the ink rain blanketing the heavens!
In the midst of the ink sprays, a thick demonic aura pulsed, relentlessly tearing and swelling!
Swish swish swish——
Suddenly, an ink dragon shadow shot swiftly from the scroll, seeming in terror, attempting to escape.