As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1702: 444: Martial Immortal Mystical Art Slays the Six-Desire Corpse God, The Golden Cicada Appears—Equaling Heaven Monk, I'm Waiting for You [Monthly Ticket Requested]...
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The inhabitants of Luoyun City who had survived lifted their gazes in confusion.
Although numerous cultivators existed among them, the strange occurrence in the sky's canopy left them puzzled at that instant.
In truth, the demise of a Divine Tribulation Cultivator represents such a monumental occurrence that the majority of cultivators may never encounter it throughout their lives.
Moreover, in the vicinity of Luoyun City, drawn by the aura of conflict, a multitude of experts from Jiangnan Dao rushed toward the area.
They stood there in shock, their hairs rising in alarm…
A Divine Tribulation has descended!
Unexpectedly, a Divine Tribulation has descended…
Whose end has come?
Is it the esteemed leader of Haoran Academy from Jiangnan Dao?
Or maybe the venerable forebear of the Fang Family, that ancient lineage in Jiangnan Dao?
Yet others, catching sight of the numerous Black Armor Guards' bodies scattered on the ground from a distance, guessed that the perished Divine Tribulation might be Ji Moli!
Xi Xi entered a stupor, then she turned around and noticed Li Che embracing her.
Thus, it was no illusion!
“Daddy!”
Xi Xi clung to Li Che, her lips pursed in a pout.
Li Che gently tousled Xi Xi’s hair.
All at once, realization struck Xi Xi, causing her eyes to widen suddenly as she seized Li Che’s hand and bolted off toward the horizon.
“Daddy, quick! Yun E and Zhou Peng!”
Anxious worry filled Xi Xi’s expression.
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Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
A gust swept through the thick woods, stirring up a fair wind.
The downpour, blended with snow particles, softly fell, carrying a faint coldness.
Within the thick woods, two craters burst open deeply.
From the craters, fumes and haze rose high, while divine energy surged forth…
Zhou Peng’s form had fully shifted into that of a Temple God, his plump features like a swine’s, as he gradually parted his eyelids, and even that simple motion brought him unbearable agony.
His whole frame was etched with tiny fissures.
He lacked even the power to twitch a single digit.
The might of the Temple God had been totally depleted; he realized that this existence had indeed come to its conclusion.
This cycle of rebirth had ultimately proven fruitless.
He issued a weary chuckle.
In an instant, a memory surfaced, and his gaze shifted, peering off to the side.
There lay another crater as well, yet because of its sunken depth, Zhou Peng failed to discern Yun E inside it clearly.
Agony and dread flickered across Zhou Peng’s eyes.
His fractured body compelled itself to stir, waves of ripping torment overwhelming him.
Crimson droplets seeped out.
He started dragging himself toward the neighboring crater, staining the earth with vivid scarlet behind him.
Rain pelted his visage, rendering it tougher to keep his eyes ajar.
Nevertheless, Zhou Peng endured the relentless onslaught of shredding pain battering his mind, seeking to shatter his resolve.
He continued to inch forward.
At last, arriving at the crater's rim, he peered down into the adjacent hollow.
There, Yun E rested still in the crater's depths, unmoving, as though enveloped by soft lunar glow.
Upon Zhou Peng’s grotesque countenance, an uncommon softness emerged.
He flashed a lopsided smile.
And with that, he tumbled over, tumbling from the crater's brink into the depths.
Smeared in dirt, soiled and humbled.
Finally.
He came to rest beside Yun E, his form utterly still, appearing devoid of life.
Yet after an extended period…
Zhou Peng cautiously and shakily reached out his arm.
He softly clasped one of Yun E’s fingers, now drained of all hue.
A subdued murmur, brimming with satisfaction, resounded in the forested hollow, and afterward, utter quietness prevailed.
“Heh heh…”
“This existence…”
“I’ve got you.”