Chapter 208: Spring’s Awakening

Winter’s chill slowly receded, and the gentle arrival of spring followed.

A warm spring breeze swept in, dispelling the deep cold; the snow and frost lifted as the sky intermittently cleared.

Along the main road, ancient trees in an entire secluded world, once blanketed by winter’s snow, now sprouted fresh, delicate green buds, ravenously inhaling the very air of heaven and earth.

On their branches, droplets of an extremely fine spring rain clung, not yet fallen but washing away the accumulated beads.

Whoosh.

The carriage wheels crushed puddles and mud, sending sprays of water and dirt flying.

As the first carriage passed, more followed steadily, their wheels stamping two neat tracks into the still soft, unsullied ground where the snow had yet to fully melt.

Li Che sat cross-legged inside the carriage, drawing ever nearer to Daocheng as the ride grew smoother.

“We’ve entered the Lingnan Daocheng zone…”

A low murmur filled the air.

Reins tugged and the Jiaoma neighed in protest.

The head escort of the caravan shouted to the rear, announcing their current position.

After nearly a month and a half of full-speed travel, everyone had long since moved from initial excitement to numb indifference.

The main road had always been a wintry, ice-bound panorama, now painfully tedious after too many scenes of identical frost.

When the head escort’s words fell silent,

the curtain in the compartment where the children had gathered abruptly flew open.

Revealing one small turnip head after another.

“Wow—!!!”

Gong Yuanliang and Gongyang Xiu gasped in astonishment.

“What’s so special? We’ve only just entered the Daocheng zone, and we’re still at least 500 li away from Daocheng,” Tie Shancai scoffed.

XiXi craned her head out to gaze into the distance.

What came into view on both sides were endless fields where winter’s snow had melted; early spring had arrived, and the warm breeze brought moisture, so many farmers were seen harnessing draft oxen to plow the thawing soil.

With a spirited leap, XiXi jumped out of the carriage and landed atop its roof.

Now, having perfected her martial cultivation through the Blood Exchange Nine Moves, her agility and nimbleness were extraordinary.

She stood proudly on the carriage roof.

The spring wind fluttered her red vest’s pointed edges, and the scarlet cords tied in her hair whipped wildly in the breeze.

XiXi placed her hands on her hips, her face beaming with a bright smile that showcased a mouthful of white teeth, her mood absolutely radiant.

At last, Daocheng was in sight!

She recalled that Elder had instructed her to prepare for the final disciple selection of the Sect Leader.

XiXi was overjoyed—this meant there’d be another fight to test her skills.

She’d get to set off fireworks once again!

Even though Tie Shancai had accompanied her in setting them off this time around.

But after a few rounds, if she couldn’t go all out, it just wasn’t fun.

She was fed up.

It just wasn’t exciting.

It was far more fun to provoke those who bothered XiXi.

Only then could XiXi unleash her full fury and rain blows without restraint!

Swish, swish, swish—

Tie Shancai, Yun’e, and Chubby Kid Zhou Peng soon appeared on the carriage’s roof.

Those mischievous kids stood bathed in the gentle breeze that accompanied the gradually moving carriage.

“At long last, we’re back at Daocheng. But in Jingguang City… it always feels ominous and unsafe. It’s nerve-wracking, and even eating becomes unappealing,” Zhou Peng complained as he devoured a white steamed bun—one and a half bites at a time.

Jingguang City instilled an inexplicable sense of peril in both Zhou Peng and Yun’e.

Inside the carriage,

Li Che sat quietly, his body brimming with powerful life force—a focus honed over days of relentless travel.

His heart was entirely immersed in cultivation.

He had now refined his Divine Guts into five strands.

These five strands weren’t ordinary at all; they were forged by refining his heart with the Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant Vajra and by tempering his golden lungs with Wanlong Fushen.

Twisted together like a thick rope, the two sets of Divine Guts merged inexplicably, their might far surpassing that of ordinary strands.

Li Che had once secretly ordered Bai Wuchang and Xue Dufu to clash their Divine Guts against his.

When Xue Dufu’s Divine Guts—nurtured to thirty strands—clashed with Li Che’s, they were blasted apart after only three encounters.

Li Che didn’t reserve much Spiritual Confinement, having fed all of the Corpse God Sect’s envoys’ confinement energies to Xue Dufu.

As for the three Lie Shen Pavilion assassins, they were handed over to Hei Wuchang’s command.

But there is a limit to how much Spiritual Confinement one can have.

At this point, Li Che could probably confine around seven experts matching the Grandmaster of Confinement or even Primordial Transformation-level Divine Practitioners.

Any more would likely lead to loss of control—and if control was lost, he might as well let Bai Wuchang engulf them to further empower him.

In the month and a half of travel, Li Che’s cultivation hadn’t advanced lightning-fast.

The main issue was the lack of intense battle; without the mature boost from the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit, his progress lagged.

Li Che found it odd—he had readied his big guns…

All set to slay dragons with everything he had.

But then…

There were no dragons.

Not a single one. The Dragon Maiden of Ji Haihui’s clan seemed utterly indifferent to his potential demise, not even entertaining a thought of retribution.

Li Che shook his head slightly; he felt no great regret.

After all, during a journey, it was best to avoid disruptions—peace and safety had always been his pursuit.

Yet Li Che remained cautious; as Daocheng drew near, any moment’s relaxation could let his enemy seize an opportunity.

Maybe the opponent was scouting for just that moment?

During this arduous month and a half, Li Che had packed every minute with productivity.

The entire carriage was full; aside from his astonishing Divine Guts duplicate, he had drawn out his other duplicates to practice diligently.

Meanwhile, Li Che himself was laboring to integrate the Temple Spirit within 【Qi Tian Face】 into his Unsullied Heart’s divine nature.

The True Ape Technique had reached a perfected Divine Foundation stage for him.

Much credit went to the transformation of his Pure Heart’s divine base.

However, the will of the Temple Spirit within 【Qi Tian Face】 was immensely powerful—far beyond what any mere Fire-Eye Spirit Ape Temple Spirit could compare to.

After all, it carried the will of the Four Supreme Temple Spirits. In this month and a half, Li Che felt his progress had only just passed the halfway mark.

Aside from that, within the carriage, he also practiced carving and studied Tang Sanjia’s Tang Clan’s Mechanism Beast Compendium.

He meticulously drew the sixth-stage Upper Mechanism Beast 【Xie Yang Jiu Shen Jin Gang Yuan】 and worked on refining it.

“To manufacture a sixth-stage upper Mechanism Beast, the materials are the toughest to come by. A huge quantity of top-grade Blood Yang Wood is needed, alongside various rare divine minerals.”

Li Che exhaled deeply.

The materials were indeed hard to find.

But after all, he was a second-class guest official of the Imperial Watch, and with Shangguan Qinghong also recommended to the Daocheng Imperial Watch and working alongside Lu Yao, once she settled in, inquiries could be made.

Regarding the Martial Saint Technique,

Li Che believed that with a bit more time, he’d effortlessly master the Hun Yuan Qi Tian Gun at a master level, finally achieving the ultimate finishing move.

He had also made great strides in the Martial Saint Techniques Thousand Mountain Solitary Blade and Lingxu Baqi Steps.

Particularly with Lingxu Baqi Steps—though he could only manage three steps now, the leap to the master’s four steps was near.

“My martial talent… truly impressive,”

Li Che couldn’t help but boast softly.

He stretched, every muscle and tendon creaking with sound.

Taking a piece of Spirit Wood, he began carving diligently.

Suddenly,

the hand clutching the carving knife froze abruptly.

The Cosmic Chessboard trembled.

He instantly sensed an immensely powerful, fearsome energy!

It had burst through the air at breakneck speed from dozens of li away.

Like a bolt of lightning, interlaced with electric currents.

It was as if heaven and earth themselves had joined in—this individual’s energy was so forceful it nearly merged with the world.

Li Che shrank the Cosmic Chessboard’s range to just fifty li.

So, when the figure entered this range, Li Che instantly sensed him.

“A master!”

“An exceptional master!”

Li Che’s eyes flashed brilliantly as his internal life force surged; the five strands of dual-colored Divine Guts, twisted into one, trembled like a quivering dragon.

“A Pre-Heaven Grandmaster of the Unity of Heaven and Man!”

After a moment of perception, Li Che reached a conclusion.

He exhaled slowly.

His eyes now held a trace of gravity.

So strong…

This was the first time Li Che had witnessed a true Pre-Heaven Grandmaster of the Unity of Heaven and Man.

Previously, the mid-level Corpse God Will summoned by Yuan Jingang was of a similar caliber, though it had been smashed back by Li Che before it even descended.

This time, it was a genuine confrontation.

“So strong… I can feel the pressure…”

“Unity of Heaven and Man—the thirty-six Divine Guts of Convergence, the three hundred and sixty acupoints of the Circumferential Passage…”

“When the meridians and acupoints merge, linking heaven and earth to refine the Body Core and gather primal energy, one reaches the Unity of Heaven and Man—a Pre-Heaven Grandmaster!”

Li Che’s eyes flickered as every muscle in his body trembled with fierce battle intent, surging wildly up from his chest.

Moments later, all returned to calm.

The caravan continued along the road, slicing through the chilly spring rain as it sped along the ever-widening main road.

After more than a month of continuous travel, the Jiaoma still moved with the vigor of youth; they expended excess energy simply by galloping—such long journeys were nothing to them.

Before long,

the Jiaoma suddenly halted uneasily, their hooves barely touching the ground.

It was as if even the spring rain had frozen solid.

A light breeze stirred, and the carriage curtain was instantly lifted.

The curtain flew open as Elder Jiao Shaoqiu leaned forward and stepped out slowly from the carriage, his divine air releasing surging energy that set his timeworn robe billowing.

Nie Yang, the Carriage Master seated on the carriage’s shaft, extended his hand to grasp the hilt of his bronze sword wrapped in tattered cloth, his eyes sharp while his sword intent burst forth with fierce determination.

“They’re here.”

Li Chengzhou, seated beside Nie Yang, flushed from the force of their surging energy; he quickly reached to tug his bamboo hat down.

In the next moment,

Li Chengzhou seemed dazed as he turned his gaze toward the distant sky.

There, the spring rain parted like curtains on a stage, slowly drawing aside to reveal two sides.

A figure appeared, wrapped in swirling Divine Guts and clashing streams of life force that burst like a crimson current, shrouding the figure as it soared down.

The overwhelming martial will was so intense it seemed to blot out all light.

In an instant, Li Chengzhou’s vision went dark, nearly overwhelmed by the martial force.

But a hand fell on his shoulder; his taciturn carriage master patted him, and all the oppressive pressure vanished.

“That is the martial will of a Pre-Heaven Grandmaster of the Unity of Heaven and Man…”

Nie Yang offered a brief explanation.

“Don’t look directly—you’re too weak.”

Li Chengzhou immediately lowered his head obediently.

In the next moment, a thunderous ripping sound split the air as life force coalesced into a dragon of crackling energy that spiraled wildly toward them.

Inside the carriage,

the three powerful figures—Wang Kuyu, Lu Yao, and Zhu Chaoyang—suddenly appeared, taking position on the roof.

Li Che also flipped back the curtain, stepped out of the carriage, and sat on the axle.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!!

Gale-force winds roared, whipping up a furious storm on the main road!

High above, a figure entwined in streams of life force swooped downward at tremendous speed, as if connected by a unique resonance with the very energy of the heavens and earth.

The figure descended, and an invisible current spread out and gradually faded away.

Elder Jiao Shaoqiu stood with his arms folded, his withered face set in solemnity.

“The top ten of the Inner Sect’s true transmission… and Wei He ranks eighth,”

Elder Jiao Shaoqiu’s eyes fixed on the burly figure at the forefront.

The newcomer was a giant man clad in a dark blue jacket that exposed his formidable muscles.

“Elder Jiao,”

Elder Jiao nodded, his gaze sweeping over Wei He. “Weren’t you actually a true disciple under Elder Ji?”

Wei He clasped his fists and smiled. “Exactly. I was under the command of the Fourth Elder of the Orthodox Divine Sect, sent here to welcome our little sister into Daocheng.”

Curious onlookers from various carriages began peeking out.

But as soon as the words fell,

Elder Jiao’s glare suddenly sharpened to an extreme edge.

Even as a Pre-Heaven Grandmaster, he offered no sign of compromise or diminished resolve.

“Little sister? Who gave you permission to call her that?!”

Boom!

A massive primordial aura surged up from behind Elder Jiao, brilliant golden light erupting, dazzling all around.

There was even a hint that his Golden Body Transcendence was reawakening, as a majestic divine pressure crashed down.

Nie Yang landed beside Elder Jiao, his hand on his sword, ready to draw.

Numerous brilliant sword lights burst forth behind him.

In an instant, the atmosphere turned deadly.

As the foe shamelessly unleashed the fierce, radiant martial will of a Pre-Heaven Grandmaster,

Nie Yang felt this visitor meant serious trouble.

At the side of the carriage,

Li Che’s gaze locked onto Wei He, his expression impassive, devoid of emotion.

Little sister?

Was this an attempt to force XiXi to join their ranks prematurely?

But…

XiXi hadn’t come to Daocheng to become an apprentice of an elder.

She had come to compete in the final transmission test held by the Sect Leader.

Now someone was trying to label her as their little sister—a clear case of coercion.

Li Che’s eyes hardened as he stared at Wei He.

A Pre-Heaven Grandmaster of the Unity of Heaven and Man!

Yet compared to the mid-level Corpse God Will, the oppressive force from the Corpse God Will weighed even more heavily on him—more terrifying and dreadful.

Through the view of the Cosmic Chessboard, Wei He exuded no murderous intent or malice,

but his formidable life force clearly set him leagues above ordinary Grandmasters.

The tense, deathly atmosphere did nothing to unsettle Wei He.

“Elder Jiao… my teacher, Elder Ji, is the Fourth Elder of the Orthodox Divine Sect. I heard that Jingguang Mansion produced a prodigy with extraordinarily high Temple Spirit Resonance—even attaining 70% divine nature. Hungry for talent, he wants to take her in as a disciple.”

“Won’t you let nature take its course, Elder Jiao?” Wei He inquired gently.

Elder Jiao’s demeanor turned icy. “Do you really think I don’t know Elder Ji’s ulterior motives? XiXi is here for the Sect Leader’s transmission test. Until that is over, she won’t take on a master.”

Wei He folded his arms. “Elder Jiao, becoming a disciple of the Sect Leader isn’t easy. The competition is fierce. People from all over—millennial families representing various Daocheng cities, even princes—are vying for a spot…”

“Do you think the prodigy from Jingguang Mansion can contend with those prodigies who at the very least exude a thousand li of divine aura?”

Elder Jiao brushed his sleeve, his face cold. “If there’s no contest, how will anyone know miracles exist?”

“XiXi has already stunned everyone with her Temple Spirit Resonance in Jingguang Mansion—outshining numerous prodigies, even those like the son of King Ping Luan’s own Ji Mo Li, and Tie Shancai from Divine Capital…”

“What makes you think XiXi has no chance or hope?”

Elder Jiao’s face darkened; these people attempting to intercept his prodigy would never be allowed to succeed.

“Besides, do you really understand Elder Ji? His disciples number in the hundreds, all taken indiscriminately. Giving XiXi to him would be a disservice!”

Elder Jiao’s temper was notorious—perhaps due to his considerable seniority.

His harsh words left Wei He looking awkward, as he was nothing more than a fish picked from a wide net.

“Elder Jiao, please don’t rush. We should consult the prodigy’s parents first,” Wei He suggested.

Their quarrel had already drawn numerous curious glances from within the carriages.

Li Che leaped from the carriage, his black robe billowing in the wind, a gentle smile on his face as he approached.

“This is XiXi’s father, Li Che.”

“Go ahead and ask,” Elder Jiao relented to Wei He.

Before Wei He could speak, Li Che shook his head. “Elder Jiao says my XiXi is supremely gifted—I agree.”

“Then, following Elder Jiao’s wishes—thanks to Elder Ji’s generosity—XiXi will fight for her chance.”

Li Che said warmly.

Wei He cast his gaze downward, frowning. “Have you really thought this through? If she fails the Sect Leader’s test or performs disastrously, she might even lose the chance to become an Inner Sect Elder’s disciple.”

“Let her try. Who knows… maybe she’ll succeed?” Li Che replied calmly.

Wei He shook his head silently.

It was said that this prodigy’s family hailed from a small town under Jingguang Mansion’s jurisdiction.

Such a down-to-earth, sincere background—yet harboring ambitions of skyrocketing to the top.

“Alright then, I won’t push further. I’ve merely conveyed the teacher’s wish. After all, a true master never shortchanges his disciples; he gives them all the resources they deserve…”

“And if they perform exceptionally well, even more resources will be granted,” Wei He added coolly.

Seeing that Li Che remained unmoved and no longer hesitated,

“Then I will escort you into Daocheng,” he declared.

With a Pre-Heaven Grandmaster escorting them, the rest of the journey would be far safer.

Once within Daocheng’s boundaries, the dangers would diminish considerably.

Even in Daocheng, Pre-Heaven Grandmasters were rare; Wei He, a true disciple directly transmitted by the Orthodox Divine Sect, was among the elite.

Thanks to the letter sent by Elder Jiao, he had come specifically to welcome them.

Only when the Grandmaster appeared did a burden lift from Li Che’s heart. It seemed…

Ji Haihui’s Dragon Maiden had indeed abandoned him.

…

…

Deep winter was gone, and a gentle spring breeze had arrived.

It was as if overnight, everything had been revived by the wind.

Even the once-frozen river was breaking its icy shell, with speckles of green adorning the plains, the fields, and the cities.

With Pre-Heaven Grandmaster Wei He escorting them, the road was smooth and free of danger.

After about three days, they finally reached Daocheng.

“Welcome to Qianyuan City.”

On the thawed river, a biting cold wind still blew; though the spring chill was palpable, it couldn’t dampen the excitement of the children.

Inside the carriage, XiXi and several other kids poked their heads out.

They gazed out to see a majestic city rising from the earth, grand and innumerable, like an enormous lion crouched low.

Its aura was both overwhelming and dignified—old and storied.

The city walls towered high, extending endlessly in every direction, their ends lost to sight.

On the main road, the streets grew crowded as many carriages converged from surrounding states and capitals.

On the melted river, many Yellow Dragon Wooden Ships raced and broke through the waves.

XiXi marveled, her large eyes blinking with excitement, long lashes fluttering—the magnificent city seemed to tug at her heart.

“A city this huge would probably need dozens of fireworks just to blow it apart, right?” she mumbled.

Tie Shancai, beside her, was utterly speechless.

This little girl’s temper was so fiery—more explosive than even his own, as she was always ready to use fireworks to demolish a city.

It was wildly thrilling…

and he simply adored it.

Many people craned out of their carriages to admire the majestic city.

Uncle and his family were especially moved, awed by the grandeur of Jingguang City—which in their eyes was already a palace of epic proportions.

Yet compared to the mighty Qianyuan City, it seemed rather modest.

Outside Qianyuan, numerous towns dotted the landscape; broad, well-laid-out roads crisscrossed, embracing this colossal city!

The carriage rolled on slowly.

Inside, Li Che remained introspective, unlike the others who gawked curiously.

Sitting quietly, his hand clutched a piece of Spirit Wood while his other hand wielded a dagger, carefully shaving away its grain.

“Daocheng… we’ve finally arrived.”

Li Che exhaled deeply.

He slowly lifted his head, his eyes revealing a hint of steely, electric resolve.

Inside his chest, the 【Chess Sage】 Dao Fruit thumped fiercely.

Thump, thump, thump—

As if every sound in the world had silenced itself around him.

The wind, the rain, the sound of wheels—all fell mysteriously silent.

The Cosmic Chessboard expanded, surging forth to try to blanket the grand city in its embrace!

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Qianyuan Daocheng.

At a luxurious restaurant, by a railing in a gentle breeze,

Su Huai Li, recovering after nearly two months, had the color of life returning to his face, emerging from his near-death state.

Beside him sat a burly figure clad in dark armor—a reliable senior brother named Long Tai, assigned to ensure his safety. A Pre-Heaven Grandmaster of unrivaled strength, blessed with prodigious might.

Long Tai devoured his food heartily, which stood in stark contrast to Su Huai Li’s leisurely, wine-soaked demeanor.

Suddenly,

Su Huai Li’s heart skipped a beat as he pursed his lips.

“They’re here.”

“They… have arrived,” he whispered.

Long Tai paused, and with a swift motion, swallowed every morsel in front of him. In just a few chews, all the food disappeared.

“Who’s here?” Long Tai’s gruff voice reverberated, making the entire restaurant tremble.

Su Huai Li exhaled a deep breath.

“The underworld demons.”

Long Tai’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“What the heck?”

“Underworld? Never heard of it…”

Long Tai patted his belly beneath his armor and laughed, “Relax, the General has entrusted me with your safety. I, Long Tai, will protect you to the death.”

“As for the underworld… it’s a small-time force. Daocheng isn’t a playground for every Tom, Dick, and Harry.”

Su Huai Li gave Long Tai an exasperated look.

He glanced at the robust figure—though impressive, perhaps not even as imposing as Ogre.

…

…

Inside the sprawling mansion of Qianyuan Daocheng,

a disheveled child with a black band around his neck and a black lotus marking on his forehead lay on a lounge chair.

Surrounding him were a dozen fair-skinned, cherubic little girls, busily massaging his legs, shoulders, temples, even cleaning his ears and feeding him crystal grapes…

The child squinted, one small hand gently stroking one of the porcelain-skinned girls.

Despite his young age, he exuded an air of hedonistic charm.

Suddenly,

the wild-haired little demon’s lotus mark at his forehead burned with a faint heat.

His eyes flickered open as an overwhelming surge of desirous divine energy burst forth, turning the little girls’ cheeks red with flush.

“Come here,”

the demon child slowly rose from his chair.

Pointing at a tall, delicate girl,

the girl approached, turned, and then lay down on the floor.

With a swift leap, the demon child mounted the girl’s back; she crawled slowly forward to the doorway.

The demon child narrowed his eyes, clenching the girl’s ponytail with an eager grip.

“They’re here.”

“They’re here, my lady,”

he murmured.

…

…

Inside the carriage,

Li Che raised his hand, brushing his brow before tearing into flesh with force.

Blood and flesh burst outward.

The Star Plucking Gaze shone with utmost brilliance!

Linked with the will of the Cosmic Chessboard, in an instant the board expanded to engulf Daocheng.

Li Che was searching for someone.

Su Huai Li hid within Daocheng, as did that demon child.

Both were among those Li Che intended to vanquish.

Especially that demon child—so young yet filled with malice.

Boom—!

As the Cosmic Chessboard enveloped Daocheng, Li Che’s expression turned grim.

Sweat even trickled from his brow in an unprecedented display.

His primordial spirit trembled, reaching its utmost peak.

As the Cosmic Chessboard expanded, within Daocheng, one terrifying presence after another began to stir—barely perceiving something as their eyes slowly opened.

Their brows furrowed in confusion; a mighty divine perception surged, as though glimpsing something yet unable to make out its form.

That was because Li Che had blocked their perception.

Even so, these powerhouses were too sharp; even with his interference, they sensed that something was amiss.

But they merely felt disquiet—they continued their self-imposed seclusion in cultivation.

After all, perhaps a dormant divine fetus was idly observing the city?

Inside the carriage,

Li Che’s eyes suddenly snapped open, a piercing electric light interweaving within them.

“I’ve found them.”

His pupils seemed to mirror the Cosmic Chessboard.

He had located the two figures.

Su Huai Li…

and that Corpse God Sect demon child whose aura entirely matched Qin Fenghuo’s!

“I have found you.”

A subtle curl played at the corner of Li Che’s lips.

Gazing through the Cosmic Chessboard,

he looked upon the magnificent, sprawling Qianyuan Daocheng.

Li Che clenched his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished.

He reappeared high above on streams of radiant life force.

Slowly, his fingers slid off the Ogre Mask; without his bamboo hat, his black hair whipped wildly in the wind.

A stirring in his heart blurred his focus.

The surging life force then carried Ogre’s form, plunging rapidly toward the mortal realm.

In the silent depths of the Dense Forest, birds scattered and all creatures fell silent.

Boom—!!!

With a deafening roar, the ground sank slightly, a massive lotus pedestal emerging, upon which a thousand-armed Avalokitesvara sat serenely.

Avalokitesvara extended a thousand arms, each forming a colossal cannon barrel; at each muzzle, fingers spread and palms thrust outward.

Li Che, wearing the Ogre Mask and standing with a robust, towering frame, positioned himself behind Avalokitesvara.

It was impossible to obliterate the demon child with just one cannon blast.

The demon child of the Corpse God Sect surely had powerful guardians; one dare meddle in Daocheng would not be weak.

However…

to die with a blast is one thing.

Li Che wanted nothing more than one explosive shot!

It was both a warning and a lesson for the demon child…

a demonstration of an honest father’s wrath!

Their hearts linked in a flash.

The Cosmic Chessboard retracted,

locking onto the position of deathly stagnant energy where the demon child stood.

A newcomer’s fireworks blazing the path!

A cannon assault on Daocheng!

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