As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1643: 432: How Many Experts Does the Underworld Have? If We Can't Defeat Qian Yuan, We'll Challenge the Heavenly Pill Divine Sect
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Rumble——!
Crack crack!
The entire realm quaked, as though jolted by the arrival of just one individual!
It felt like myriad departed spirits had their sentiments ignited in a flash, dredging up recollections from their final moments, desperately holding onto the joys of existence they'd forfeited.
They set off howling, shrieking, bellowing, and charging wildly…
The wails from innumerable lost souls echoed through the skies, resembling a gateway that restrained hordes of vengeful phantoms now flung wide open alongside the dark Fengdu Gate, unleashing chaos as a silhouette emerged unhurriedly.
A fearsome aura of calamity, an eerie and unnatural energy, lingered across the skies and lands, stirring up what appeared to be the wrath of the Heavenly Will, a clash originating from realms beyond this one.
Underworld… Ghost Emperor!
Every gaze involuntarily locked onto this form shrouded in violet infernos, devoid of muscle and tissue, hide, or locks, reduced to a gleaming golden cranium.
It seized the attention of all, turning into the center of every stare the instant it materialized!
Underworld… a fresh force!
A superior entity surpassing even the Underworld Yama!
Right then, shock rippled not just through the imperial forces' ranks, but also among the powerhouses in Qianyuan Dao City shielded by the Underworld, filling them with incredulity and… reverence!
Indeed, reverence!
Even mighty figures like Feng Zhiqi and Hong Shifu, despite their prowess, found themselves gripped by both dread and veneration.
For the Underworld's might and enigma stood plain for everyone to witness.
Be it within Qianyuan Dao City or the Divine Capital, it had long been a shadowy power harboring immense terror.
And at last, it appeared that the Underworld's leaders had surfaced…
No, more precisely… one had stepped forth!
A presence poised to upheave the human realm's order simply by existing!
A entity that, without lifting a finger, just by emanating its casual presence, could alter the heavens' hue and rattle the world's core!
Lv Qiankun positioned himself in front of the Qiankun Small Cave Heaven, his eyes narrowing faintly.
A chill of alarm surged within him.
As a cultivator in the Divine Tribulation Realm at the One Calamity and Two Tribulations stage, he adhered to the purest divine cultivation techniques.
He tread the route of the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations, whereas the Dragon God Lineage pursued the Ancestor Dragon Tribulation path, which might not seem as obvious.
Yet Lv Qiankun sensed distinctly that the mere stance of this Underworld Ghost Emperor made the Power of Disaster quiver and cower before it…
Yes, cower—it represented a reaction to facing a superior calamity force.
Similar to how the White Netherworld Tribulation Fire might react to the Netherworld Fire of the Three Calamities Tribulation…
This marked a gap in the tiers of the Power of Disaster!
What sort of calamity does the Underworld… command?!
Lv Qiankun's hairs prickled faintly; since advancing to the Divine Tribulation Realm and surviving the First Disaster Second Tribulation, such dread had rarely visited him.
It resembled the terror a simple mortal experiences glimpsing a specter…
Even during the Old Dragon God's fierce assault on the Qiankun Space and their clash, he only sensed a slight disadvantage, not this level of horror, since Lv Qiankun believed that unleashing his full strength could hold the Old Dragon God at bay.
However, the calamity power commanded by the Underworld Ghost Emperor lay utterly outside his grasp.
It constituted a calamity force entirely unfamiliar to him.
And Lv Qiankun wasn't alone in his profound shock; Fang Hanshu stood stunned as well, his eyes contracting sharply, his scholarly attire pulling taut like forged metal.
Fang Hanshu served not just as the Great Elder of the Qian Yuan Divine Sect, but also as a God Hunter Killer from the Hunting God Pavilion…
Gazing at those violet flames raging, the golden cranium manifesting as though vomited from the depths, stirring an innate dread of the Underworld Ghost Emperor, an overwhelming force abruptly bore down on Fang Hanshu.
“Underworld… Underworld… Does it belong to the human realm’s version… or the Strange Que’s?!”
Fang Hanshu's breaths grew ragged all of a sudden, his cheeks burning red.
An intense fascination drew him deeper into thoughts of the Underworld.
In Qianyuan Dao City.
Li Qingshan's verdant robe billowed as he remained next to Nurse Momo, whose condition had improved noticeably after consuming a Flat Peach, her qi-blood surging even more robustly.
Utterly stunned in the same way.
Gaping without words.
Underworld… Ghost Emperor?!
Did the Underworld harbor additional overlords?!
Just how many powerhouses does our Underworld hold?
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The Primordial Dragon Elephant Flame blazed ceaselessly overhead, warping the atmosphere, devouring the emptiness.
The golden cranium's stare roamed over the mortal plane, imposing a tremendous sense of suppression.
This marked the Underworld Ghost Emperor's debut in the open.
It doubled as a display of the Underworld's prowess to the whole human realm, notifying every faction that the Underworld boasted more than mere Yama—there existed a Ghost Emperor too, and perhaps even mightier figures beyond the Ghost Emperor…
You figure it out!
Much like how, after assuming Yama reigned supreme, a Ghost Emperor would abruptly emerge.
Once the Underworld's ceiling turned unfathomable, it sparked an unfounded respect toward the Underworld.
As the gateway parted, Li Che too perceived the Heavenly Will's tremor, a subtle surprise stirring in his core, though at that instant, his golden cranium betrayed none of that surprise.
The golden cranium acted as a facade, yet unlike earlier veils that hid, this one projected outward.
Toward the realm's apathy, it resembled a bare skull confronting the harsh world sans any emotion.
In this existence, save for his daughter and spouse, nothing etched itself into Li Che's profound spirit, as Li Che perpetually sensed his disconnection from this plane.
Thus, he harbored no attachment to this world.