Chapter 476: The Surge of Divine Might

The bright, cool moon hung like a giant silver plate high in the night sky, its gentle glow softly spilling down.

A delicate, mist-like veil enveloped all of Qitian City and the martial cultivators present, making everything seem pure and hazy.

The world was silent, save for the roaring surges within every heart.

In an instant, the tidal surge of divine energy vanished without a trace.

It had been meant to infect the Underworld Ghost Emperor—a new martial immortal—and transform him into a martial god, severing his path as a martial immortal.

Instead, every drop of that divine energy was absorbed by the Qitian Temple Spirit, nourishing him until his aura soared, even surpassing the power he once wielded against the supreme leaders of various factions.

Had the divine essence of Qitian Great Sage truly been restored to that of a deity?

Many hearts skipped a beat in sheer terror and disbelief.

Yet even within the divine realm, hierarchies existed—otherwise the distinctions between the Inner, Outer, and Earthly Weird Sanctuaries would be meaningless.

Like a meteor shower tearing through the darkness, the light of the moon was rent asunder above Qitian City as a determined, unwavering fighting spirit surged toward a corner of the Earthly Bizarre Temple.

That projection unleashed a terrifying aura, making every martial cultivator feel as if even breathing had become a luxury.

Within that projection, it was as if a truly immortal deity, one who had never fallen, emerged from its edge,

casting out a gaze filled with untold power.

This was not merely the recently revived Qitian Temple Spirit or one of the many deities returning from various factions—it was an utterly immortal presence, its state, combat power, and divinity all at their peak, unmatched by any.

With a resounding impact, the projection rippled like an illusion in water as countless shooting stars crashed into it, accompanied by raucous, unrestrained laughter echoing from Qitian City and beyond.

Everyone watched in awed silence, as brilliant as blooming fireworks.

Qitian charged into the Earthly Bizarre Temple without a hint of hesitation.

Li Che, with his towering stature and golden body aglow with rippling purple flames that scorched and twisted in turbulent waves, clenched his fist so powerfully that even space seemed to ripple in response.

As his divine nature was suppressed, the essence of heaven and earth surged wildly around him,

coalescing into a hazy golden mist encasing his body while the Golden Heavenly Gate overhead flung open, unleashing a torrent of martial immortal energy like a cascading waterfall that cleansed his form.

The oppressive haze over heaven and earth dissolved as Qitian charged forth—as if reliving his legendary havoc in the Celestial Court—obliterating the projection in that corner of the Bizarre Temple, leaving only a storm of divine might that gradually waned.

Yet the raw surge of divinity still pulsed fiercely, an almost tangible presence enveloping the outskirts of Qitian City.

In a flash, streaks of light shot forth, hurtling out from Qitian City toward the Underworld Ghost Emperor. It was none other than the Ju Xian Flag; its radiant glow dimmed gradually as its awakened divinity finally subsided.

It was thanks to that divine weapon flag that the Qitian Temple Spirit managed to leave Qitian City and assault the powerful cultivators hiding in the myriad Caverns of Heaven.

Now, Qitian had plunged into the Earthly Bizarre Temple to buy time for the Yulian Camp, fighting desperately to delay their foes.

Thus, the Ju Xian Flag had to be returned to Li Che.

In the void, it was as if a pair of piercing, greedy eyes had appeared, fixated intently on the Ju Xian Flag.

In truth, not many recognized that flag when it flew out.

But Li Che knew that some would—the Great Jing Emperor, for example, who once dispatched an aged, godly eunuch at the divine calamity stage, investing heavily to trigger a tribulation that would elevate his martial immortal might, ensuring his downfall under that very tribulation.

It must be admitted, his plan did have merit and yielded results.

However, Li Che’s body and inner fortitude, tempered by countless trials with the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit, were far too solid; he feared nothing, defying even enhanced tribulation lightning with unyielding flesh and martial might.

Yet it was precisely the treacherous eunuch dispatched secretly by the Great Jing Emperor that made Li Che realize his emperor was watching.

The Ju Xian Flag, blazing in flight and vibrating with mysterious energy, caught the attention of many formidable experts seated in various Minor Caverns of Heaven.

The powerful figures, seen only as blurred silhouettes, seemed to project their intent through their penetrating gazes toward the flag.

Some recognized it, others were puzzled, and many recalled how the Qitian Temple Spirit could venture freely from the Bizarre Temple and strike with dominating force—all because of that very flag.

“Is that… the Ju Xian Flag?!”

“A Three Pure Ones-graded divine weapon—the Ju Xian Flag of the Dark Heavenly Court!”

“The Ju Xian Flag has eight sides, yet only one is here. Still, one side is enough to awe the world and empower Qitian to break free from the Bizarre Temple. No wonder!”

Low, thoughtful voices murmured among the strong, their eyes sparking with revelation.

Then their gazes blazed with fervor.

The Ju Xian Flag—sought after by every top talent within the Dark Heavenly Court of the Bizarre Temple’s pantheon!

Clang!

A resounding, brilliant sound erupted, followed by a bone-chilling murderous intent that spread across the void.

A surge of sword light shot upward from the void, slashing like a comet streaking through the night as it aimed straight for the Underworld Ghost Emperor.

It was the sharpest, deadliest sword strike imaginable!

The heavens and earth trembled as if their very will was shaken—this strike had exceeded the limits of what even the divine will could tolerate, embodying the power of a second calamity master.

Right after the strike, a massive hand materialized from the void, entirely formed of divine energy. It spread wide, reaching for the Ju Xian Flag as if to seize it utterly.

With purple flames soaring and his gaze icily resolute, Li Che felt a surge of anger welling up inside him.

Inside the Earthly Bizarre Temple, the interference of the immortal deity had stirred a tremendous, stifling pressure, as if it were about to burst forth.

Boom!

Li Che’s radiant golden form, lined with streams of energetic golden dragons, stepped forward with an earth-shattering roar. In that split second, he launched himself like a cannonball toward the surging sword light that heralded impending doom.

Meow!!

The fierce, potent sword light slammed into the flesh of the Underworld Ghost Emperor.

The clanging sound exploded as the sword light shattered and roared, its furious energy blazing. Yet the Underworld Ghost Emperor pressed on, leaving only a faint white scar in his wake.

What kind of invincible flesh was this?!

He was practically a living divine weapon—attempting to kill such an existence was nearly impossible!

Recall how the Underworld Ghost Emperor’s body had once been shredded and drenched in blood by a fatal tribulation lightning. That earlier lightning strike must have been terrifying indeed!

Boom!

With cold, steely eyes, Li Che stomped down. As the secret techniques of the Battle Mystic Art started to swirl within him, he dashed forth like a bolt of lightning, aiming to intercept that divine hand reaching for the Ju Xian Flag!

With a single punch, he shattered the hand, and a terrifying surge of martial immortal will transmitted through its divine energy, assailing its very core.

Li Che snatched the Ju Xian Flag firmly and without mercy embedded it into the Cosmic Chessboard.

Somewhere in the void, a muffled groan echoed—a victim of the Underworld Ghost Emperor’s relentless martial immortal will.

“Underworld!”

A voice, laced with cold fury, growled out from the void.

But soon silence reclaimed the void, as if it had vanished without a trace.

Within each floating Minor Cavern of Heaven, formidable experts radiated keen light.

Strong figures from the Western Lands of Buddhism, Witch God Mountain, the Dragon Clans of the Four Seas, and various other mighty factions now fixed their gaze on the Underworld Ghost Emperor, who had secured the Ju Xian Flag.

The Underworld Ghost Emperor, now a martial immortal who had comprehended divine truths and whose flesh was nearly indestructible, unleashed a martial power rivaling that of a second calamity master. Such a being was exceedingly troublesome in the mortal realm.

For in the mortal world, the divine will blankets all; without a way to block it, even a second calamity master would trigger a tribulation chain—

Thus, martial immortals in the mortal realm nearly overshadow everything.

Yet that doesn’t mean they are invincible; if one could counter the divine will, martial immortals could be challenged.

After all, martial immortals merely rival second calamity masters; a true tri-calamity sovereign could slay them with ease.

“Regardless of whether the Underworld is under Yulian’s influence, at the very least our bond with the Underworld is unbreakable—we are determined by the gods’ will to annihilate the Underworld!”

A cold, grim voice rumbled from the spectral lips of a powerful expert in one of the Minor Caverns of Heaven, exuding murderous intent.

“The Qitian Temple Spirit may be revived, but having entered the Earthly Bizarre Temple, his fate now hangs in the balance against true immortal deities.”

“The Yulian Camp will no doubt try to revive a second deity—likely the Eight-Armed Yulian Furious Third Prince!”

“If Qitian can awaken ahead of schedule, then surely the Third Prince can as well. We must plan carefully to ensure his revival is thwarted and crush Yulian Camp’s hopes once and for all!”

Gazes met among the top experts from various factions, their wills colliding as they accepted that Qitian’s revival had been an unforeseen accident.

No one had anticipated his premature awakening; even those dispatched to Qitian Temple were only second calamity masters. Even if supreme experts later intervened, no one was fully prepared to face a revived deity.

Thus, when the Third Prince next awakens, they will surely be far more prepared.

Li Che, with a cold, sweeping gaze, understood the thoughts of the experts seated in the Minor Caverns. Though these powerhouses from the Bizarre Temple could not step into the mortal realm, they still posed a grave threat.

Cold determination in his eyes, he retracted the Ju Xian Flag.

Raising his fist, Li Che vanished into the space between heaven and earth without a moment’s hesitation.

Even the experts in the Minor Caverns could no longer track the Underworld Ghost Emperor’s position.

“Hmph!”

“Underworld Yulian—

“This time, the divine tide signals Yulian’s fierce onslaught!”

A cold voice echoed from numerous experts in the Minor Caverns, its murderous tone reverberating until the caverns closed and they disappeared without a trace.

Moonlight cascaded in a cool, silvery stream.

Everything fell silent as the Grand Canal’s broken flow surged relentlessly, submerging the shattered riverbed once again.

A howling wind roared through the night, carrying a chill that couldn’t dispel the burning zeal in everyone’s heart.

Every martial cultivator who had gathered wore flushed faces and bristling energy—they had witnessed a legendary martial immortal tribulation, and their hearts pounded with excitement.

The patriarch of the True Martial Divine Sect, Shi Jian, along with the venerable stone patriarch Shi Yuan and many disciples, roared with joyous laughter to the heavens.

The path of pure martial cultivation is not a dead end!

Even in an era awash with divine energy, there is still hope!

This night would leave countless people sleepless.

Tonight was a night of martial revelry!

In the void,

the octagonal, multi-eaved Qitian Treasure Tower hung, surrounded by intertwining streams of light.

The Grand Inspector sat atop the Xuan Turtle with Fang Shangzhen standing quietly by his side.

“It’s over…”

The Grand Inspector smiled softly, “In the end— it turned out far better than we imagined.”

Fang Shangzhen pursed his lips, “Grand Inspector, can we truly consider this outcome complete?”

With a gentle sigh, the Grand Inspector replied, “What else? The mortal realm has birthed a martial immortal today—a monument of achievement, proving that immortality can still be found among men.”

“As for that fragment of the projection from the Bizarre Temple, where an immortal deity breached the barrier between two worlds—it was inevitable.”

“The Bizarre Temple and the mortal world are gradually merging. Every surge of the divine tide propels this era forward. Soon, the pantheon will illuminate the mortal realm, and you might even see immortal deities walking among you.”

The Grand Inspector sighed once more.

“Even the divine will of heaven and earth grows weary…”

Divine Capital.

First City.

The Imperial Mausoleum and Ancestral Temple.

The Emperor, clad in a bright yellow robe, stood within an immense formation. On the formation, streams of light intermingled as divine crystals of the Three Pure Ones, drained of their divine essence, cracked and shattered.

Outside the formation.

Consorts Su Da and Empress, along with the respectfully attired Eunuch Lian in purple, stood by.

With a sharp crack, the formation split open as if a terrifying martial immortal will had coalesced into a razor-sharp dagger, slicing through space with ruthless force.

The Emperor suddenly lifted his head high; amidst the interwoven divine energy and Dao essence, a flash of anger crossed his face.

Myriad golden rays cascaded over him. Facing the ominous, far-reaching martial immortal will that had descended from across distant space,

the Emperor’s bright yellow robe billowed as he produced a jade tome. A clear beam of light erupted from it, colliding with the martial immortal will,

causing the martial immortal will to instantly dissipate like melting ice.

“What a formidable Underworld Ghost Emperor—able to break through to the martial immortal stage in this surge of divine energy! In five thousand years, he stands alone!”

The Emperor’s cold, commanding voice rang out.

Holding the jade tome, his eyes looked down upon the world with a detached, imperious gaze.

Standing outside the formation, Consort Su Da’s enchanting eyes fell on the jade tome in the Emperor’s hand, and a trace of astonishment appeared.

“This is the Three Pure Divine Weapon—— the Jade Emperor’s Cinnabar Tome!”

“If the Underworld Ghost Emperor has broken through to martial immortal, even masters at the second and first tribulation stages will have a hard time contending with him.”

The Emperor exhaled, “So the Ju Xian Flag has indeed fallen into the hands of the Underworld—”

“That Li Che managed to seize the Ju Xian Flag while in the Millennial Peach Grove is truly infuriating!”

“Now that the Ju Xian Flag is under the control of the Underworld Ghost Emperor, it will be extremely difficult to reclaim it.”

The Emperor slowly strode out of the formation.

“But no matter—Qitian has revived, and Yulian and the gods are nearing their awakening. The Third Prince’s Bizarre Temple of Jin Guang Mansion is destined to become the center of all attention. The Underworld Ghost Emperor, even having reached the martial immortal stage, can only flaunt his power in the mortal realm.

Within the Bizarre Temple—it’s nothing special.”

The Emperor’s expression shifted as he held up the jade tome. With the majesty of a sovereign over all immortals, he glared at the regal Empress and said in a deep voice, “We won’t concern ourselves with the Ju Xian Flag for now. Only when the Qiankun Haori Kunlun Mirror in the Millennial Peach Grove is secured into our hands can we be at ease. Otherwise, losing something like the Ju Xian Flag… it would break my heart.”

“I will have the gods of the Dark Heavenly Court secure the Qiankun Haori Kunlun Mirror—Empress, prepare the Pure Water Bowl and the Celestial Scepter.”

The Empress’s graceful composure stiffened instantly.

Meanwhile, the humble Eunuch Lian’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

“My lord, I have explosive news!”

Li Che, clutching the Feilei Chess Piece, returned to Mo City Shandu.

Dark raindrops pelted from the sky, drenching everything and stirring up a thick, obscure mist.

Back in Mo City Shandu, Li Che let go of the Primordial Dragon Elephant Flame, revealing a face of serene coolness.

His jet-black, rugged hair danced wildly in the wind.

A ceaseless blaze of anger flickered in his eyes—cold and ruthless, filled with murderous intent.

“The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Bizarre Temple—the immortal deities!”

Li Che took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes, calming his racing thoughts.

Qitian had risked everything, charging into the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Bizarre Temple to face the immortal deities. With Qitian not fully restored to his divine battle state, confronting true immortals meant risking life and death.

In truth, it was a matter of life or death.

Thankfully, Li Che had left a white chess piece on Old Monkey, so even though Qitian Great Sage’s connection with the chess piece became faint after entering the Bizarre Temple,

he could still sense the sage’s well-being through it.

That small reassurance meant that when Li Che led the Underworld champions and Yulian gods into the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, he would be able to track Qitian’s movements and eventually fight alongside him, fulfilling his dream of annihilating the pantheon.

Outside Mo City Shandu, a torrential downpour lashed the land.

Li Che donned his dark robe and exhaled slowly.

“I’m still not strong enough…”

But his eyes burst with brilliant golden light. If he wasn’t strong enough, then he would simply grow stronger.

Qitian had entrusted him to protect XiXi—his daughter—and he would spare no effort to do so.

“The divine might released from that fragment of the Bizarre Temple alone could shatter the heavens…”

Li Che could truly feel the pressure.

This was the power of an immortal deity who truly lived on—a stark contrast to deities like Qitian, who merely resurrected as temple guardians with diminished might.

This was raw, undying existence: an immortal who had endured millennia, wielding terrifying divine power and merciless lethality.

Without the restraints of the divine will, such a being’s arrival would herald an apocalyptic crisis.

Sitting cross-legged, Li Che’s Mud Pellet at his brow trembled as his inner energy surged. Having broken into the realm of Human Immortals, he could now feel the unmatched strength of his body and the might of his martial will.

The pinnacle of the pure martial path was sky-high—like his own transformation into a Human Immortal, matching the power of a divine calamity. Even in the face of a first or second tribulation of divine calamity, he could effortlessly subdue them. Perhaps by activating secret techniques, he might one day clash with masters at the level of a third tribulation sovereign.

Yet the breakthrough for a martial immortal was extraordinarily difficult, demanding vast amounts of heavenly and earthly essence—a resource in short supply in this era, where divine energy waned.

Still, Li Che would never abandon the path of the martial immortal. After enduring countless tribulations, how could he simply give up?

“How can I gather such immense heavenly and earthly essence?”

Li Che rubbed his brow in frustration. The path of balancing both cultivation and martial prowess was arduous—it required vast resources.

Especially now, in an age when divine energy surged and then fell to a trickle.

If it weren’t for Qitian Great Sage gathering five thousand li of heavenly and earthly essence for him, his chances of surmounting the martial immortal tribulation would be even slimmer.

Suddenly, Li Che’s eyes snapped open, as if struck by intertwining flashes of gold.

“Resources—I need a tremendous amount of resources!”

“Most of the world’s resources are monopolized by major factions: the Eleven Great Divine Sects of the Great Jing, the boundless lands of the Western Lands of Buddhism, and Witch God Mountain along with the Da Li Wangting—”

“Perhaps it’s time for Xie Yunshen to expedite the campaign and bring about the convergence of the world’s energy sooner.”

“Moreover, Qitian’s premature revival will surely force the Yulian Camp to target the other temple guardians—those from Jin Guang Mansion’s Third Prince’s Bizarre Temple and the Three-Eyed Mystic Divine of Daocheng’s Bizarre Temple. They will become the primary focus for all powerful cultivators.”

“They might even plan to preemptively exterminate the deities. This time, their preparations will be all the more thorough.”

Li Che’s brow furrowed, but after a moment of thought, he relaxed.

For now, he need not worry about those schemes.

Cross-legged, as the dark rain pounded his body, the rain in Mo City seemed to heal his hidden wounds as it washed over him.

Opening his eyes, streams of light flickered by.

[Dao Fruit: Dragon Elephant Vajra (lv7 50%)]

In Li Che’s chest, his Dao Fruit pulsed—its maturity in the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit had notably increased.

This was expected; his Dao Fruits had endured tribulation lightning along with him, evolving side by side.

Moreover, the maturation of the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit, under the martial immortal tribulation, provided him with abundant insight.

It felt incredibly weighty—immensely satisfying.

A smile tugged at Li Che’s lips as his eyes surveyed his progress.

The other Dao Fruits had improved only modestly after their tribulation, except for one standout:

the Thunder Magnetic Conduit Dao Fruit.

[Dao Fruit: Thunder Magnetic Conduit (Iv6 80%)]

Li Che stared at the floating prompt, inhaled sharply, and couldn’t help but think that this boost was truly astonishing!

But that was the price he had paid with his battered body.

After all, during the martial immortal tribulation, the Thunder Magnetic Conduit Dao Fruit had evolved more fiercely than even the Dragon Elephant Vajra—it had burst forth with raw, unbridled ferocity.

Having barely evolved to Iv6 after its transformation, Li Che had not yet had time to study the Dao Induction of Thunder Magnetic Extreme Pressure.

Yet that terrifying, near-fatal tribulation had raised its maturity to 80%!

In other words, Li Che now possessed three Dao Fruits nearly at the brink of their fifth transformation:

【Chess Sage】, 【Thunder Magnetic Conduit】, and 【Wan Yao Di】.

As for the Dream Celestial Dao Fruit, Li Che was long accustomed to its slow pace of maturation.

Li Che’s eyes glimmered with deep resolve.

To boost his strength, enhancing his own martial prowess was not enough—he had to nurture his Dao Fruits further. Thus, he must find a way to accelerate their maturation and transformation.

The plan was clear: use tribulation lightning for the Thunder Magnetic Conduit, and siphon energy from demons for the Wan Yao Di Dao Fruit.

But as for the Chess Sage Dao Fruit, now that the Cosmic Chessboard was activated, its feedback was minimal.

In the mortal realm, the Cosmic Chessboard barely spurred its maturation, yet in the mist-shrouded Bizarre Temple, the growth would be significantly faster.

“After Qitian City comes the Inner Bizarre Temple. Moreover, entering the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Bizarre Temple to expand the Cosmic Chessboard might accelerate the maturation of the Chess Sage Dao Fruit even further.”

Li Che’s eyes sparkled with determination.

Yet in the end, he dismissed the idea of venturing into the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Bizarre Temple just to expand the Cosmic Chessboard.

After reviewing the progress of his Dao Fruits, Li Che’s mind stirred as streams of light interwove before him once again.

[Dragon Elephant Furnace: Martial Immortal Golden Body (30%)]

Excellent!

Having successfully passed his tribulation, his progress toward martial immortal ascension had increased by 10%!

“What transformation awaits when the advancement to martial immortal is complete?”

Li Che couldn’t help but wonder.

First came the pure martial transformation, then the Martial Immortal Golden Body—what next?

Li Che admittedly had no clear idea.

Some inner premonition caused his eyes to glint as if struck by fate.

Bodily Transcendence?!

Would he then be like the Three-Eyed Mystic Divine of Daocheng?

If a grand Temple Spirit Resonance occurred, the resulting synergy might be phenomenal.

Li Che mused and let out a light laugh.

[Heaven-Defying Half-step: Shengtian Dao Domain (800 feet)]

The expansion of his Shengtian Dao Domain had grown considerably—a boon for him indeed.

Transformations like the Ten Fierce Ink Splatter Scroll and Thunder Magnetic Extreme Pressure did not show much progress.

Rising to his feet, Li Che’s muscles and bones creaked as if interlaced with golden lightning.

With a snap of his fingers, darkness spread like ink.

Spiritual Confinement materialized.

It was Gu Yinxuan, the ruthless Poison Sage.

Li Che retrieved another divine weapon bestowed by Qitian Great Sage—a furnace imbued with supreme essence from the Purple Mansion Divine Sect, its aura intertwined with a peerless majesty.

“This furnace is yours. Whether you refine pills or toxins, possessing such a sovereign-grade divine weapon can boost your success rate.”

Li Che said, then looked to Gu Yinxuan and inquired about the difficulty of refining martial pills laden with vast amounts of heavenly and earthly essence.

“My lord, I’m hopeless at refining pills—but when it comes to toxins, I am unrivaled,” Gu Yinxuan replied, clasping his fists.

“If you wish to refine pills, then you must seek out Changqing.”

At these words, Li Che summoned Gu Changqing’s Spiritual Confinement. Now, with Gu Changqing’s proficiency in pill refining, he stood on par with Gu Yinxuan.

In fact, before refining any proper medicinal pill, Gu Changqing was even more knowledgeable than the Poison Sage.

Though Gu Yinxuan was a half-immortal alchemist, he was not adept at concocting proper elixirs.

“If my lord requires martial pills laden with colossal amounts of heavenly and earthly essence, we must first secure rare materials—heavenly treasures birthed by the will of the cosmos, divine herbs imbued with vast energy.”

“Such divine herbs inherently possess abundant heavenly and earthly essence.”

“Even though the world has changed—and divine energy now intermingles, these divine herbs absorb the divine essence and teem with power—we alchemists must extract only the essence, retaining the heavenly energy and medicinal properties.”

Gu Changqing’s eyes gleamed with clarity. When it came to pill refining, he was as earnest as could be.

Li Che nodded thoughtfully, stroking his chin. Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he thought of something.

With a snap of his fingers, another crooked Spiritual Confinement Chess Piece materialized, swirling with fierce demonic energy.

It was the demonic spirit of the Black Bull Demon God Supreme Supreme—courtesy of the Night Bat Demon God.

Previously, upon entering Qitian Inner City, Li Che had dispatched the Night Bat Demon God to scour its resources.

Later, when Li Che entered Qitian’s Bizarre Temple, he had no time to track the Night Bat Demon God’s progress.

After the cataclysm at Qitian’s Bizarre Temple and the ensuing battle in Qitian Inner City, as all factions’ resources were divided,

Li Che still wondered what bounty the Night Bat Demon God had reaped.

With ultrasonic perception, the Night Bat Demon God was exceptionally adept at detecting rare heavenly materials. Surely, it must have gathered a great deal of treasure.

“At your service, my lord—Night Bat reporting!”

The moment the Night Bat Demon God appeared, it clasped its fists feverishly, kneeling in utmost respect.

My lord, you finally remember me.

In a bid to impress its master and prove its worth—so as not to be dismissed as a mere spectral beast destined to become a fearsome black ox—the Night Bat Demon God

presented a shimmering Qian Kun Jade in its cupped hands.

“My lord—please inspect.”

Without delay, Li Che snatched the Qian Kun Jade, and an overwhelming martial immortal will surged into it.

Huh?!

Even with his current state of mind, Li Che couldn’t help but feel a stirring within.

It was as if a voice whispered to him—a sign that his time of opulence had arrived.