Chapter 448: The Mysterious QiTian Enigma

Battle of Yulian Demon Saint QiTian Bizarre Temple!

A tremor of blood and flesh pulsed between his brows.

The Star Plucking Gaze shone forth in a dazzling golden brilliance, as though it were unveiling the mysteries of the heavens and earth.

Within the shifting light, a shadow seemed to be imprisoned—constantly struggling, roaring with fury.

Overwhelming demonic energy surged, while boundless divine nature and immense Dao essence flowed mightily!

All manner of marvelous phenomena erupted in a burst of supernatural wonder!

Li Che sat cross-legged upon his Flying Sword, his windswept hair flickering like bolts of black lightning. His garments flapped wildly in the breeze, and a strange glimmer alighted in his eyes.

He was no longer the naive youth who had first stepped out of Feilei City.

In the Divine Capital’s Western Queen Mother Sanqing Bizarre Temple, Li Che had once witnessed—and even ventured within—the ancient edifice, reaping the benefits of a Millennial Paotao and transforming himself.

But this was his first time laying eyes on a Three Pure Ones-level bizarre temple in person.

After all, the Western Queen Mother Bizarre Temple had been hidden away by the Imperial Court, its true location impossible to discern, whereas the QiTian Bizarre Temple stood unmasked.

It sat unashamed on the vast land, with demonic energy, divine nature, and Dao essence seeping out of every ancient wall.

“So this is QiTian City…”

Astonishment gripped not only Li Che atop his Flying Sword.

XiXi, Yun’e, Zhou Peng, and the other youngsters shared his wonder; they too were witnessing this ancient city for the first time, overwhelmed by a suffocating aura of oppression.

It was as if their very souls were being struck by an unprecedented impact.

The Yulian divine pattern etched between XiXi’s brows trembled constantly, her eyes growing ever more brilliant.

Nearby, Yun’e pursed her lips while Zhou Peng, seated on his Flying Sword, let out a soft sigh.

Though both had merged into their Spiritual Confinement form, Li Che chose not to control them—letting the youngsters act freely. Now, Yun’e and Zhou Peng in their Spiritual Confinement appeared more relaxed and human than ever.

In times past, Zhou Peng would have surely lost control of his emotions, his inner temple spirit overwhelming him and exposing his true form.

But now, even though the residual influence of the Temple Spirit lingered—stirring ripples within his heart—it no longer tainted him.

“QiTian…”

Zhou Peng murmured softly.

Lü Qiankun, Lü Taibai, and Fang Han Shu were clearly no strangers to QiTian City.

They had all come to train in this famed metropolis long ago.

“QiTian Temple—its full name is Battle of Yulian Demon Saint QiTian Bizarre Temple. This Three Pure Ones-level bizarre temple, in its glorious heyday, even upheld Qitian Temple of the Divine Sect, nearly dominating half the world…”

“Back then at Qitian Temple, not one but several Divine Calamities guarded its halls. Rumor had it that Celestial Calamity Lords from the Second Tribulation resided within the temple’s eerie sanctuary—a time of unparalleled brilliance.”

Lü Qiankun stroked his beard and sighed softly. As one who had lived through that era, a complex melancholy shone in his eyes.

In those days, before the founding of the Qianyuan Divine Sect—even if it had been established—Qitian Temple was but a small fry.

Li Che couldn’t help but glance at Lü Qiankun and curiously ask, “Ancestral Patriarch, why did Qitian Temple fall into obscurity?”

“With so many formidable cultivators safeguarding it, how could it suddenly decline? Logic dictates that with Second Tribulation guardians, whose lifespan spans thousands of years, it should have thrived…”

Lü Qiankun shook his head. “I’m not certain, but most strong men believe that Qitian Temple’s decay was linked to the eerie sanctuary. Compared to the sanctuary, the present world is woefully weak.”

He exhaled deeply. “Within the sanctuary—and even in its inner depths—demonic entities tainted by divine nature roam, some even reaching the Divine Calamity realm. Not to mention those powerful Temple Protection Corpse Kings…”

“No matter how formidable Qitian Temple is, when confronted with the sanctuary it remains feeble. After all, Qitian Temple is merely a Divine Sect built alongside the Battle of Yulian Demon Saint QiTian Bizarre Temple. Should the sanctuary revolt, even the mightiest sect might not withstand it.”

Lü Qiankun sat comfortably on his Flying Sword, his robes flapping wildly in the wind.

“That is why many cultivators, upon reaching a high enough realm, enter the sanctuary to confront its profundity and terror directly—only then do they understand that true strength isn’t measured in this world; only power within the sanctuary is genuine.”

“Of course, the will of the heavens and earth in this realm is formidable. Even Celestial Calamity Lords of the Second or Third Tribulation dare not violate it—this is the ultimate safeguard of the mortal world.”

Li Che felt a stirring in his heart and looked up. “The mortal world’s final safeguard?”

To many cultivators, the catastrophic power of heavenly calamities served as limitations—terrifying and unyielding as venomous serpents.

Yet in the words of the Ancestral Patriarch, the Three Tribulations and Nine Calamities fashioned by nature were the last barrier in the mortal realm.

Lü Qiankun nodded. “Some can see it clearly; others cannot…”

“Without these calamities, the numerous bizarre temples in the present world would be unrestrained, with temple spirits roaming free among mortals…”

“A fallen god might wander the earth without restraint—and for ordinary mortals, that power is simply overwhelming, even for a Martial Saint.”

“Even a Martial Saint would be as insignificant as an ant facing a roaming temple spirit, wouldn’t they?”

Lü Qiankun shook his head again.

“The will of the heavens and earth is protecting this world. Sometimes, imposing limits is also a form of protection.”

Only veterans like Lü Qiankun, those who have peered into the very secrets of the world, understand that in their pursuit of power they also sense the pulse of the cosmos.

Whoosh——

A Flying Sword streaked across the sky.

Li Che’s heart stirred as he sensed an immense, awe-inspiring aura drawing steadily from the vicinity of QiTian City.

Clearly, some cultivators had reached QiTian City well ahead of them.

Within a hundred li of QiTian City, a small town lay nestled.

It was Five Finger Town, under the jurisdiction of Wenling Mansion.

Most powerful cultivators converged at Five Finger Town. Lü Taibai, having just broken through his Divine Calamity, soared across the sky on his Flying Sword, heading straight for QiTian City.

The inhabitants of Five Finger Town also sensed the aura of Lü Taibai’s entourage.

“Lü Taibai has broken through his Divine Calamity?”

Some gasped in astonishment; others looked on in bewilderment or sighed.

Lü Taibai, former head of the Qianyuan Divine Sect, had once been among the top cultivators in the Great Realm. Now, he had inched just ahead of them by stepping into the Divine Calamity.

“Intriguing—Qianyuan Divine Sect now has two Divine Calamities. And both have arrived at QiTian City this time. Their ambitions lie with QiTian!”

“So Lü Qiankun, the Ancestral Patriarch of Qianyuan, is still alive…”

“Before, Ji Mo Li broke through his Divine Calamity; now Lü Taibai has entered his as well.”

“Ji Mo Li is dead.”

In Five Finger Town, countless powerful figures—mainly from the human faction—had gathered. With QiTian City now occupied by the demons, anyone wishing to enter had to first win a battle against the demons to earn their passage.

Thus, many human heroes congregated outside QiTian City in Five Finger Town. Of course, there were also those like Ji Mo Li who had taken to camping in the wilderness.

Yet the announcement that “Ji Mo Li is dead” sent shockwaves throughout Five Finger Town like a thunderclap.

“It’s true—Ji Mo Li of Jizhou’s King Ping Luan Mansion has been slaughtered. Ji Li Qing and Ji Li Hong have perished, and the Blood Pool Ji Mo Li secretly amassed has collapsed…”

“Moreover, blood clouds have gathered over Jizhou. The ominous signs of a fallen Divine Calamity appear in the skies… Ji Mo Li is truly dead.”

But who was responsible for his death?

For a moment, all eyes turned upward to Lü Taibai’s Flying Sword, streaking over Five Finger Town toward QiTian City.

Silence fell.

……

……

Lü Taibai’s long sleeves billowed as his silver hair whipped in the air.

He stood poised upon the enlarged tip of his Taibai Sword. Waves of sword qi surged like tides, and he dominated the crest of the oncoming storm.

His billowing sleeves roared behind him.

Sword qi shot skyward for tens of thousands of feet, lacerating the air over countless miles!

Not yet entering Five Finger Town, Lü Taibai planned to inspect QiTian City firsthand!

He also intended to assess just how domineering the demon faction—ruling QiTian City for five centuries—truly was!

Li Che sat cross-legged on his Flying Sword along with XiXi, Yun’e, and the other companions, mimicking his breathing as they absorbed the divine nature of the heavens and earth.

QiTian Temple sat at the junction of the inner and outer eerie sanctuaries.

Its location was exceedingly unique, intertwined with the profound mystery of the earthly sanctuary and brimming with lush divine nature!

Here, the divine nature was pure—a silky essence as if ground from Divine Crystals, even smoother than absorbing them directly.

Whoosh——

“Inhale——”

Every breath drew in boundless energy.

Li Che showed no restraint. Having just transformed his Unsullied Heart Dao Fruit, every divine embryo within his Mud Pellet craved nourishment!

When free divine nature comes unbidden, one must seize it!

Boom——

Without hesitation, Li Che’s aggressive absorption even formed a vortex of divine nature above his Flying Sword, steadily gathering more power.

Lü Qiankun, Lü Taibai, and Fang Han Shu could not help but glance over.

“Elder Li’s divine embryo… it’s truly ravenous.”

“Our sect has abundant resources. Don’t hold back—support it fully!”

Lü Qiankun said with a smile.

Lü Taibai and Fang Han Shu remained silent. After all, who would hesitate when it came to nourishing a divine embryo?

After all, no cultivator refines divine nature by mere slacking off.

Even a Three Pure Ones-level Divine Crystal must be savored slowly.

Although the divine nature near QiTian City resembled that contained in Divine Crystals, it wasn’t meant to be gulped down hastily…

Fang Han Shu marveled, “Elder Li is nearly undergoing the Four Gods Transformation… such a demonic manifestation on the path of divine nature!”

He was astonished, though not surprised.

Li Che’s talent had long ceased to shock him. After all, when he first met Li Che only two or three years ago, the young man had been nothing more than an inexperienced apprentice entering the realm of great masters.

Indeed, compared to Fang Han Shu’s age, Li Che was still just a kid in his eyes.

“QiTian City… the revival of the bizarre temple has begun. In truth, everyone here is most concerned about the Temple Spirit Resonance of QiTian City…”

Fang Han Shu looked toward the meditating Li Che and began to explain.

“Temple Spirit Resonance?”

Li Che opened his eyes.

He was familiar with the term.

Back when XiXi tested between Jingguang Mansion and the Eight-Armed Yulian Furious Third Prince Bizarre Temple, the test was nothing other than Temple Spirit Resonance—and it involved a group of children.

“Yes… Temple Spirit Resonance. It’s simple enough: the legacy of the bizarre temple is passed down through Temple Spirit Resonance.”

“The Grand Inspector said that those who wield the Freewill Gold-Iron Divine Staff can ascend the city tower of QiTian City and obtain the Three Pure Ones Divine Weapon, the Hun Yuan Qi Tian Gun—all owing to Temple Spirit Resonance. After all, those who wield the staff are the ones most attuned to QiTian!”

Fang Han Shu explained.

“Why do the demons occupy QiTian City? Because they are desperate to claim this legacy. Moreover, the demons enjoy a significant advantage…”

Li Che narrowed his eyes. “So QiTian Temple is said to harbor a Demon Saint… so the demon faction thinks they have the upper hand?”

“Exactly,” Fang Han Shu nodded.

“Furthermore, the Western Lands of Buddhism and Xiao Lingyin Temple are also supremely confident in this Temple Spirit Resonance. After all, in the Battle of Yulian Demon Saint QiTian Temple, ‘Battle’ signifies the Buddhist name, so the Western Lands of Buddhism claim that QiTian is the temple of Buddhist deities…”

A well-read Fang Han Shu, as the Lie Shen Assassin of the Lie Shen Pavilion, knew far too many secrets.

Li Che nodded thoughtfully.

“So the heroes from all over the world converge here for three main reasons: first, the QiTian legacy of the bizarre temple; second, the resources of the ancient Qitian Temple; and third… the secret of the inner and earthly eerie sanctuary at QiTian City.”

Fang Han Shu clarified the key relationships surrounding QiTian City for Li Che.

Li Che squinted, “So it’s all about Temple Spirit Resonance?”

No wonder so many insist on wielding the Freewill Gold-Iron Divine Staff—the boost it provides to Temple Spirit Resonance is immense.

Whoosh——

Suddenly, the Flying Sword halted its surge.

Li Che’s eyes narrowed as he looked below to see a grand, awe-inspiring city arrayed among mountains, rivers, and lakes!

The city was magnificently imposing, spanning the heavens and earth like a colossal divine dragon coiled upon the land.

Its grandeur was boundless, with ancient walls stretching endlessly, disappearing into the distance.

“QiTian City… we’ve arrived.”

Li Che’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

It was as if countless flashes of lethal, crackling energy intertwined around him!

In his chest, the Chess Sage Dao Fruit pounded vigorously!

Thud, thud, thud——!

A hushed silence fell all around, as every sound in the world seemed to vanish into serene calm.

The Cosmic Chessboard expanded and surged, attempting to envelope the majestic QiTian City.

Upon the chessboard, waves of terrifying and awe-inspiring energy continued to rise.

Yet his Cosmic Chessboard had expanded only halfway over the city—it could go no further.

Mind you, his Cosmic Chessboard currently had an effective range of nearly eight hundred li.

That was more than enough to cover all of QiTian City.

But QiTian City seemed to possess a force that twisted the very fabric of the world, as though it didn’t entirely belong to this realm—preventing the Cosmic Chessboard from fully enveloping it.

As the Flying Sword hung in midair,

Lü Taibai stood at the crest of the sword’s qi, his power surging upward. With a single step, he leaped off the Flying Sword, his sword qi marching skyward as he strode forward!

“Begone—!!!”

A thunderous roar resounded.

Abruptly, a figure materialized along the city wall of QiTian City—a presence radiating terrifyingly brilliant energy, surging upward like a divine sword ready to cleave all in its path!

It was a massive white crane.

With wings unfurled, its black and white plumage formed a cloak over a gaunt middle-aged man whose body exuded razor-sharp sword intent.

Lü Taibai frowned and snapped his fingers; in an instant, five divine swords materialized, clashing with the crane-demon’s sword in a burst of energy.

The collision of sword qi roiled like tidal waves, wrinkling the very fabric of space.

The aura of Divine Calamity raged like a violent storm. High above, as if calamity itself had taken form, the sky trembled incessantly.

“This demon god rivals the Martial Saint realm—his mortal form is incredibly resilient, truly formidable,”

After their clash, even Lü Taibai—who had broken through with the Annihilating God-Wind of one of the Tribulations—could not gain the upper hand against the crane-demon.

“A newly ascended Divine Calamity? No wonder he acts so fearlessly like an untamed calf…”

An impeccable version!

At the city tower of QiTian City, the crane-demon narrowed his eyes, his hair streaming and his body sharp as a blade, sneering at Lü Taibai.

Then his gaze shifted to several figures on the Flying Sword.

When he saw Lü Qiankun, the crane-demon’s eyes contracted; but upon noticing Fang Han Shu, Li Che, and XiXi among the group, his sneer deepened.

“What is QiTian City anyway? And you even brought your family along…”

“QiTian City is ours to command. If you aren’t from here, then be gone!”

“Else, you’ll all be turned into blood for our feast!”

“Begone!”

With a long, piercing cry, the crane-demon unleashed countless arcs of sword light that shot skyward, as sharp as crane feathers.

A torrent of murderous intent surged like an unstoppable flood—its bloodthirsty gaze burning crimson with a hunger for human souls.

Lü Taibai’s brows furrowed as waves of sword qi rippled over his body. He had come to test the waters of QiTian City, but it seemed the city’s depths were far greater than he had imagined.

With the demons having completely seized QiTian City, it was clear that any human faction would have to unite to break in.

Otherwise, once Temple Spirit Resonance commences, they might not even secure entry, losing both the chance and the qualification to partake.

QiTian City boasted four gates—east, west, south, and north.

Each gate was guarded by a demon deity, barring entry to the Great Realm and to all human factions.

Unless one could force the gate open through sheer might, entry remained impossible.

Otherwise, one had to wait for the demons to provide a passage.

“These demons hail from the Ten Thousand Great Rivers—not the Ten Thousand Great Rivers of the Ghostly Demon Den within the eerie sanctuary, but the ones in the mortal realm, beyond the borders of the Great Realm and adjacent to Witch God Mountain. They form their own demon nation. Most demons there were mutated after being tainted by the bizarre temple’s divine nature,”

“They even modeled their Ten Thousand Great Rivers after those in the Ghostly Demon Den…”

“Yet, since they are an organized force, they understand they cannot wholly consume the opportunity of QiTian City.”

“If they truly provoked the already discordant human forces of the Great Realm, Da Li, and the Western Lands of Buddhism to unite and attack, it would backfire terribly.”

Fang Han Shu, standing on the Flying Sword, observed Lü Taibai’s initial probe of QiTian City, which had been halted by the crane-demon.

Turning his head, he paused in surprise.

For he noticed that Li Che was lost in thought.

Sitting cross-legged on his Flying Sword, his eyes sparkled and his breath became slightly rapid—as if he had glimpsed a coveted prize.

Meanwhile, within his chest the Wan Yao Di Dao Fruit throbbed violently, on the verge of erupting.

The overwhelming demonic aura from the crane-demon nearly tempted the Wan Yao Di Dao Fruit like a forbidden treat.

Li Che’s heart stirred.

[Dao Fruit: Wan Yao Di (lv5 50%)]

Though this Dao Fruit had been obtained by XiXi when she was barely seven, its power surged rapidly—especially after absorbing a great amount of demonic energy from the Old Dragon God, which spurred his transformation.

That First Tribulation-level crane-demon proved to be an irresistible lure.

It not only exuded demonic aura but also convinced Li Che that the second calamity of the Ten Fierce Ink Splatter Scroll deserved its place.

Whether it truly matched that second position, however, remained uncertain.

“These demons are ruthless, treating humans as mere food… Beyond the human factions of the Great Realm, Da Li, and the Western Lands of Buddhism, the lands of the Ten Thousand Great Rivers have been utterly devoured by demons…”

Fang Han Shu’s voice dropped to a murmur.

Li Che’s eyes narrowed. Demons… could they really be so hateful?

But one could also understand—it was a feud born of racial enmity. Even within the human factions of the Great Realm and Da Li, endless bloodshed ensued over differences in ancestry and territory.

Needless to say, the chasm between humans and demons was even more vast.

The great battle ultimately did not break out. Lü Taibai had come merely to witness the dominion of the demons over QiTian City, and he now fully comprehended the extent of their tyranny.

The crane-demon did not relentlessly pursue them; for outside QiTian City there was no eerie mist to empower him—venturing forth would mean facing the full force of the heavens’ calamity, a risk he was unwilling to take.

Thus, he watched as Lü Taibai and his companions departed.

Lü Taibai returned to his Flying Sword, his eyes dark and flickering.

“That crane… has consumed countless humans. His demonic aura and sword light carry the souls of the dead—it’s utterly mesmerizing.”

“Time to kill!”

A steely determination flashed in Lü Taibai’s eyes.

Li Che remained silent, but his gaze was fixed on the crane-demon standing atop QiTian City, his winged form as sharp as a sword.

“Let’s move.”

With that, the Flying Sword shifted course, heading first to Five Finger Town for regrouping.

However,

Just as the Flying Sword turned,

A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from within QiTian City—a torrent of dark gray demonic energy poured into the skies, turning the dome of heaven as if in a state of shock.

Countless billowing masses of demonic energy gathered above QiTian City until, slowly, they formed into an enormous, fierce bull’s head.

The bull roared, its gaping maw unleashing a deafening sound that rent the skies and sent shockwaves cascading outward, battering the surroundings as if ripping apart the heavens.

The very fabric of space cracked under the immense pressure.

Lü Taibai’s face turned ashen. Not only him—the eyes of Lü Qiankun and Fang Han Shu on the Flying Sword widened in shock!

“This is… a Divine Calamity Lord of the Second Tribulation! A demon god of the demons!”

Boom——

A terrifying aura surged like a tidal wave. The enormous bull’s head, rivaling the brilliance of the heavens, pulsed with fierce demonic energy and savage brutality.

“The demonic black bull of the Ten Thousand Great Rivers?!”

“A Second Tribulation-level Demon God! So QiTian City truly shelters a demon god of the demon faction!”

“Damn it, is this meant to block our entry altogether?”

“Do the demons intend to completely occupy QiTian City and devour this incredible opportunity?”

……

In the moment the aura exploded,

In Five Finger Town, many powerful figures watching Lü Taibai’s group sensed the events and began to soar skyward, fixated on the spectacle above.

Lü Taibai’s foray into QiTian City had inadvertently summoned a Second Tribulation-level Demon God of the demons!

Is it possible that such a probe would provoke the demons to make their move? How outrageous!

Crack, crack——!!

Under a towering, dark sky, dense clouds hung like a torrent!

Countless flashes of lightning tore through the vault of heaven, igniting a dazzling brilliance that seemed to provoke the very will of nature!

Accompanied by reverberations as if the heavens were roaring in anger, a mighty, overwhelming pressure suddenly burst forth from QiTian City.

The crushing force stormed down like relentless waves, as if the fabric of space were about to shatter.

On the Flying Sword, Lü Taibai and Lü Qiankun tensed their bodies.

Li Che’s eyes burned as he stared at the gigantic black bull’s head—a mountainous mass swirling amidst endless demonic energy!

Meanwhile, the Chess Sage Dao Fruit in his chest surged so powerfully that Li Che nearly drooled in excitement.

Yet Li Che drew a deep breath.

“So powerful!”

Is this the might of a Second Tribulation-level Divine Calamity cultivator?

At that moment, another name flashed across Li Che’s mind.

How does this bull compare to the Grand Inspector?

Back when the Grand Inspector first appeared in the Divine Capital, his oppressive aura struck Li Che with far greater terror.

The massive head of the demon bull hung ominously over QiTian City.

The crane-demon at the city tower had long clasped his fists in respect.

The demon bull’s sweeping gaze fell upon the Flying Sword before turning its attention toward the throng of powerful figures gathered in Five Finger Town—many from the Great Realm, Da Li, and the Western Lands of Buddhism.

From a pair of massive, crimson eyes as large as houses, a glimmer of wisdom shone through.

“Heroes of the human factions, who have converged from all over the world at QiTian City…”

“Although QiTian City has long been claimed by my Ten Thousand Great Rivers, I sense the will of the Temple Spirit. Guided by the QiTian Temple God, I shall grant entry into QiTian City.”

“Heroes from every major power—pass my test, and you shall earn entry into QiTian City…”

As his words resounded, they spread like a tidal wave in all directions.

For a brief moment, the world seemed to fall silent.

Many cultivators, some of whom had been stationed near QiTian City for a while—some having already attempted entry only to fail—watched in astonishment.

Ever since the demons set up camp in QiTian City five hundred years ago, with only a Demon King initially in command, the city had gradually come under the dominion of a demon god.

Even for Divine Calamity cultivators, breaching its defenses was no trivial feat.

Buzz——

Ripples of spatial disturbance surged.

One by one, Divine Calamity cultivators cast glances upward at the monstrous, mountain-like Black Bull Demon God Supreme unleashing its terrifying pressure over QiTian City!

The enormous, all-seeing eyes of the demon bull swept around.

It laughed heartily.

“QiTian City has four great gates—east, west, south, and north. The east gate faces the Eastern Sea and is occupied by us demons; the other three—the north, west, and south gates—shall be your entry points!”

“To enter the city, simply defeat our demon guardians!”

“Of course, our Ten Thousand Great Rivers demons adhere strictly to the QiTian will. Each gate is guarded by two protectors—a demon god and a demon king—to correspond with the varied cultivation levels of you humans.”

“A Divine Calamity cultivator must defeat the demon god to gain entry; a Supreme peer must vanquish the demon king.”

“We’re giving you a chance—if you fail to enter the city, don’t blame us for not playing by the rules!”

“We demons, bound by the QiTian will, abide by our principles!”

The voice of the demon bull reverberated, immense as the toll of an ancient temple bell atop a snowy peak, its resonant waves shaking one’s very core.

When his words subsided,

Li Che’s eyes flickered.

Could it be that this demon bull intended to lure the human cultivators into a trap?

But surely, it wouldn’t go that far…

After all, it spoke in the name of QiTian.

With QiTian Temple’s Temple Spirit Resonance imminent, any deceit in the name of QiTian would only harm the resonance itself…

While pondering this, the Wan Yao Di Dao Fruit in his chest began to stir once more.

Li Che continued to soothe the Wan Yao Di Dao Fruit with one hand while contemplating.

That relentless bouncing of the Wan Yao Di Dao Fruit was proving to be a problem.

He needed a plan…

A way to satisfy it completely.