Chapter 480: The Fate of the Mortal Martial Immortal

A piercing, mournful wail echoed—a mighty Divine Calamity cultivator had his flesh and Heavenly Essence shattered, leaving behind a sorrowful soul lamenting across the cosmos.

It was as if his undying obsession had persisted in the mortal realm, manifesting as a ghostly presence.

The entire Outer City of Qitian fell into a deathly silence.

That night, as the Pantheon’s strongest warriors of the Bizarre Temple prepared to spill blood, they aimed to eradicate all non-Pantheon cultivators in the Outer City, seizing complete control over Qitian City.

Among their targets, the Underworld was most critical; exterminating its bandits had long been a priority, with the Pantheon’s warriors poised to strike.

Yet, events unfolded in ways that no one had imagined.

In the deep night, Qitian City shone brightly because the Underworld Ghost Emperor stood atop the wall like a radiant, blazing sun—a living embodiment of bloodshed that transformed the city into a battlefield.

Many felt their bodies turn icy as a thick, murky blend of blood mist and eerie fog filled the air with despairing cries.

One must remember: this was the blood mist of a fallen Divine Calamity cultivator!

Nine Divine Calamity warriors at the one-disaster, three-calamity realm who had been sent to besiege the Underworld Ogre were utterly overpowered, their resistance obliterated in a crushing massacre.

Incredible power!

Everyone’s mind buzzed in disbelief.

Recalling the Underworld Ghost Emperor’s previous assault on the Martial Immortal realm, they now found little surprise in the scene—such a terrifying universal calamity that had shattered barriers accumulated over five millennia in martial fortune.

Witnessing this awe-inspiring performance, many even deemed it normal.

Yet still, countless onlookers felt numb—he was simply too strong…

These were Divine Calamity warriors at the one-disaster, three-calamity level who had forged a grand Divine Formation to suppress the Underworld Ghost Emperor. Never had they imagined that the formation would be sliced apart by the Ghost Emperor’s mere swipe, as effortlessly as a hot knife through butter!

No divine supremacy, unmatched mortal flesh, invincible combat prowess!

This was the mortal Martial Immortal known as the Underworld Ghost Emperor!

Above Qitian City, chaotic currents roiled as shattered space continuously mended itself, with a constant roar of colliding air streams.

Boom—

The three major Pantheon factions of Qitian City, determined to command the city and the tenuous mortal connection to the Bizarre Temple through the Sanqing Bizarre Temple, mobilized their forces.

Massive losses were inevitable; a total of nine second-disaster elders were dispatched.

Each of the three Pantheon factions sent one second-disaster, three-calamity elder with the clear objective of jointly governing the Outer City and ensuring total control over Qitian City.

They intended to prevent any unexpected turn of events.

Boom—

Two one-calamity elders, pinned down by Fan Hai Jiuying and the monstrous, brute power of Zhu Huai, bore expressions of utter distress.

They felt an immense pressure; these two beasts, indifferent to injury or death, were fighting tooth and nail, forcing them to exert every ounce of strength.

The gruesome spectacle of the Crocodile-Head Demon God being dismembered, combined with the instantaneous shattering of the Divine Formation set by the nine Divine Calamity warriors—which in turn disintegrated the warriors into blood mist—overwhelmed their senses.

Their faces twisted in disbelief—how could this killing spree differ so vastly from the night they had anticipated?

Wasn’t it supposed to be a night of slaughter where they erased irrelevant mortals from Qitian City, forging an awe-inspiring reputation to make all cultivators tremble before the Pantheon?

Instead, the cultivators emerging from the Pantheon were reduced to mere tokens of demonstration!

Rumble—

One of the second-disaster, three-calamity elders stationed in the Outer City could no longer sit idly by. In the dark of Qitian City, Fang Han Shu surged forward like a maelstrom of starlight.

Fang Han Shu’s aura continued to surge, reaching the level of a second-disaster, three-calamity state!

“He must have received the ancestral transmission from Qitian Temple’s Patriarch! Perhaps even a breakthrough in cultivation!”

Rumble—

Within the Inner City, a supreme presence with piercing, icy crimson eyes scrutinized Fang Han Shu, and with newfound clarity, spoke coldly.

Qitian Temple’s venerable Patriarch, Fang Xinyuan, was once a figure of supreme authority!

In the temple’s golden age, his influence overshadowed all, even rivaling the Pantheon’s power in the mortal realm.

It was understandable that, with Fang Han Shu receiving his transmision, his breakthrough in merely one year could be comprehended.

The supreme figures within the Inner City secretly seethed—they had never detected Fang Han Shu’s covert transformation. Had they discovered it earlier, they might have quashed him in time.

Fang Han Shu, clad in a flowing white scholar’s robe with his beard billowing like entwined dragons, stood immaculate, his eyes luminous and deep as if harboring a galaxy of stars—a sight of unmatched splendor!

Step by step he ascended, wielding a ruler in his hand that shattered the attacking Divine Calamity cultivators into blood mist, their agonized wails fading into nothingness.

Chaos erupted in Qitian City as the mighty warriors of the three Pantheon factions emerged from the Bizarre Temple. They had expended tremendous effort to station themselves in the city, and now, with countless experts, they had no choice but to deploy all their forces this night.

The darkness was torn apart by successive, colossal surges—each ray of raw aura shot skyward like divine beams piercing the clouds.

Each blast was immense, as if propping up the heavens itself, dazzling and mighty, penetrating the vault of the skies!

The entire Qitian City trembled.

A killing intent permeated the air, and the already bitter winter of Qitian City felt as though it had plunged into an endless, icy realm of deathly hostility.

Every cultivator trembled, careful to conceal even the slightest aura. Many Divine Calamity warriors even kept their Calamity Wheels hidden, fearing any leak of their power—yet they watched the carnage with both exhilaration and anticipation.

By night’s end, the fate of Qitian City would be decided.

Boom—

A three-calamity elder barreled through the fray. His massive, armored build, reminiscent of a celestial official armed with a mighty spear that quivered with ferocity, surged toward Fang Han Shu—whose aura had just breached the second-disaster, three-calamity boundary—with a deadly strike!

“Die!”

The three-calamity elder’s aura was altogether different—ruthless and domineering—with his exquisitely crafted Calamity Wheel behind him displaying all the marks of two disasters and six calamitous energies intricately coiled like a fantastical inscription, a record of ages.

The Calamity Wheel trembled; divine might surged like tidal waves, and the force of the two-disaster, six-calamity power burst forth as if animated, transforming into a colossal, writhing dragon!

Fang Han Shu’s white robe whipped about as he lashed out with his ruler—a strike that, though light in appearance, carried the force of a thousand pounds. Colliding with the three-calamity elder’s attack, it sent shockwaves rippling through the void, warping the very fabric of space.

Yet Fang Han Shu showed no fear; a spark of excitement even shimmered in his eyes. Having just ascended in cultivation, he still lacked the mastery to fully command his newfound power.

He found himself strangely eager for the battle!

Boom—

The Haoran River of might swept through, igniting the battleground with the secret techniques of Qitian Temple’s Patriarch. Ferocious fighting forces burst forth, shattering spatial limits; turbulent waves lashed out like an unleashed ocean.

The overwhelming aftershock threatened to crush the entire Qitian City, forcing many Divine Calamity experts to hastily conjure field formations to deflect the impact, for if left unchecked, the city would soon become ruins.

Elsewhere,

the Underworld Ghost Emperor drew even greater focus as two three-calamity elders from the Xie Yao Cave and Hei Xumi joined forces to attack.

Li Che’s battle fervor soared as the 【Dragon Elephant Vajra】 Dao Fruit in his chest leapt wildly—his anticipation for this grand conflict unmistakable.

Decimating a one-disaster, one-calamity elder was not Li Che’s limit. Having stepped into the martial immortal realm, his invincible mortal body radiated immense qi and blood energy, and his simultaneous detonation of four Divine Seeds made it routine to overpower a one-calamity elder.

Boom—

Space collapsed and warped in an instant as two three-calamity elders joined forces; their Divine Secret Techniques tore through the void, unleashing surging waves of qi and chaos that chased them relentlessly.

The three-calamity elder from Hei Xumi manifested an enormous Buddha-like golden image, resembling an enraged deity whose clenched fist pounded down with relentless force!

Rumble—

A dazzling display of golden and Buddhist light intertwined as torrent upon torrent of divine might and layered power propelled the enraged Golden Buddha’s force onto the Underworld Ghost Emperor!

Li Che’s fingers clenched as he thrust his fist forward, slamming the Qilin Sealing Inscription with explosive force. It collided head-on with the enraged Golden Buddha’s fist!

It was as if a golden qilin had burst forth from the void, roaring as it rammed into the enemy!

Unleashing a perfected level of Celestial Seed Martial Art, Li Che demonstrated a terrifying might as diverse energies converged in his assault.

The force of the Qilin’s stamp, as imposing as the blazing sun overhead, was utterly unstoppable!

Boom—!!!

An overwhelming surge of energy, like a towering inferno, roiled through Qitian City!

The mighty enraged Buddha was blasted away—its surface immediately riddled with fine cracks from just one impact. That devastating power unleashed its full destructive might!

Roar—!!!

The three-calamity elder from Xie Yao Cave threw everything into the fight, a torrent of demonic energy surging as murderous intent ran rampant. After all, the tragic demise of the Crocodile-Head Demon God under his command had ignited a burning resolve for revenge.

A colossal eagle suddenly unfurled its wings and dived like a comet into the skies, shattering the heavens with its thunderous descent, as booming shockwaves cascaded over Qitian City!

Its talons rained down like six divine spears, slicing through the void with relentless, razor-sharp strikes!

Li Che cast a glance at the Three-Pronged Twin-Edged Blade clutched in his hand. With a burst of energy, it reverberated with clanging notes as the Primordial Sky-Cleaving Fury and primordial calamity power converged within its gleam to deliver a ferocious blow!

Six spear-like flashes exploded outward as countless blade arcs churned the air into a tapestry of wounds!

“Amitabha!”

The enraged Golden Vajra Buddha of Hei Xumi brought his hands together in prayer. In that moment, as his massive golden palms closed, it felt as though the very breath of heaven had been stilled.

Elsewhere, the Xuan Ying Demon God of Xie Yao Cave let out a piercing cry. In a swift, soaring leap, his massive, outstretched wings sliced apart like a demonic blade, as if drawing a streak of ruin resembling a meteor, all aimed at Li Che!

In an instant, the skies above Qitian City transformed into an incandescent battlefield!

The Underworld Ghost Emperor, with martial immortal prowess, single-handedly dueled two second-disaster, three-calamity elders—his might seemingly boundless!

Cultivators from the Great Realm’s Divine Sect, the Ancient Clan, as well as martial men and vagabonds from the common world, were left both numb and horrified.

This battle was beyond anything they had ever imagined—it defied all conceivable limits.

No one could remain calm; a second-disaster elder was already among the highest levels of mortal martial power.

Only a one-disaster cultivator in the mortal realm might dare to act.

And second-disaster elders rarely appeared. If not for Qitian City’s unique position that even allowed them to engage, most would never witness such a fierce clash in their lifetimes.

Moreover, here two three-calamity elders were united in combat against a single Martial Immortal—a battle that seemed a fatal imbalance.

This spectacle stirred both excitement and dread in the hearts of the onlookers.

Boom—!!!

The Underworld Ghost Emperor erupted, seemingly pinned down by the combined might of two second-disaster, three-calamity elders.

A gigantic staff forged from Buddha-light descended in crushing force—it was shrouded in golden brilliance yet looked as mighty as a mountain of bones!

Its weight and sheer size were beyond measure!

This was the result of Hei Xumi’s three-calamity elder having devoted a lifetime to refining his divine weapon—a masterpiece of intertwined divine energy and terrifying Dao power that was just one step away from joining the ranks of supreme divine weapons.

In that moment, the sealed divine weapon was unleashed, as if divine energy were freely erupting in a frenzied outburst.

Boom—!!!

The Underworld Ghost Emperor recoiled like a cannonball, his back shattering space; the air itself bore intricate, web-like scars that were nothing short of horrifying.

Elsewhere, the Xuan Ying Demon God also let out a resounding cry. A golden eagle feather swept out, representing another divine weapon painstakingly forged over years.

These twin divine weapons, dominating the void, intertwined their Dao power with calamitous force to form an all-encompassing net—a pressure so immense it threatened to completely subdue the Underworld Ghost Emperor, the mortal Martial Immortal!

Boom—!!!

Li Che felt an overwhelming surge of power—there was no doubt that the two second-disaster, three-calamity elders wielded methods of extraordinary strength.

Had he only just broken into the Martial Immortal realm, their combined assault might indeed have been too much to bear.

Relentlessly driven back, the space behind him continued to shatter with every explosion!

“A mortal Martial Immortal, invincible in the mortal realm? Hah… it’s laughable.”

The Xuan Ying Demon God sneered coldly, a golden eagle feather hanging ominously above his head, his mocking words laced with scorn aimed to goad the Underworld Ghost Emperor.

Yet, they could not deny that the Underworld Ghost Emperor—who had just broken through to the Martial Immortal realm—was indeed terrifyingly powerful.

He could, after all, take on two opponents by himself.

But in words, he naturally held the upper hand, provoking the Underworld Ghost Emperor.

Though repeatedly driven back, Li Che remained unruffled.

His body trembled as streams of golden qi and blood, like intertwining dragons, burst forth from thick muscles with resounding energy!

A normal mortal might only match a one-disaster, one-calamity level, but Li Che was no ordinary Martial Immortal!

He was using this battle to test the limits of his own martial Dao!

The Golden Heavenly Gate blazed open, as if the indomitable will of a Martial Immortal were surging forth in a wild torrent.

Like a mountain of willpower, it thundered forth, pressing down upon the Xuan Ying Demon God and the enraged Golden Vajra Buddha!

On Li Che’s back, the great dragon writhed; the four radiant suns that had once blazed fiercely suddenly dimmed, as though their brilliance had been all but extinguished.

But in truth, it wasn’t that the four suns had lost their luster—it was that four even more dazzling suns were rising in their stead!

The great dragon roared, and the Eight Mysterious Gates on his back trembled one after the other!

After igniting his four Divine Seeds, Li Che opted to detonate his four Qimen Immortal Seeds!

Boom—

In an instant, the qi and blood within Li Che expanded and surged, as four enormous, scorching golden whirlwinds began to spin on his back.

It was as if four turbines were compressing at once!

An ethereal aura enveloped him, swirling about his body like streams of immortal energy surrounding the Underworld Ghost Emperor.

Then the Underworld Ghost Emperor roared to the heavens, his eyes burning with golden light visible beneath his Golden Skull.

His five fingers clenched the Three-Pronged Twin-Edged Blade; with a violent jerk, his Thousand Mountain Lone Wanderer Sky-Cleaving Blade sliced again, crashing mightily against the mountain-like Golden Light Staff. The heavens trembled, and countless clanging sounds exploded as Buddhist radiance scattered into innumerable glittering fragments accompanied by resounding roars!

“What?!”

The two three-calamity elders were overcome with shock!

They went berserk!

Was the Underworld Ghost Emperor determined to perish along with them?!

How had it come to this?!

Was the first mortal Martial Immortal in five thousand years really about to be consumed in mutual annihilation?

Wasn’t that a tremendous loss?!

Yet that thought passed through their minds in an instant, and the clash erupted once again!

Boom—!!

In the distance, a one-disaster, one-calamity elder was repeatedly blasted, his head shattered in a near-mad self-detonation by Fan Hai Jiuying, leaving him to bleed profusely.

The brute-force cultivator Zhu Huai fought with savage abandon, as if he no longer valued his life!

Fang Han Shu clashed with a three-calamity elder from the Dark Heavenly Court, fighting as if betting his very existence—each swing driving them both into utter madness, as though life itself were meaningless.

Throughout Qitian City, everyone trembled.

They all knew that tonight’s outcome would decide the fate of Qitian City.

Inside the Inner City, the three supreme figures could not intervene in the Outer City battle and could only watch from afar.

Suddenly, one of the supremos spoke, his tone laced with astonishment and suspicion.

“Has the Underworld Ghost Emperor gone mad? To amass five thousand years of martial fortune in the mortal realm only to choose mutual destruction with his own life?!”

They had seen the Underworld Ghost Emperor’s frenzied posture and were bewildered.

For, based on his current display of power, if he were to leave Qitian City, no one could possibly stop him—even without the supreme’s intervention.

Yet he chose to remain and fight, even courting a mutually destructive spectacle!

Foolish, isn’t he?!

Even if he were to battle two three-calamity elders to the death—so what?!

The growth potential of a Martial Immortal was boundless. To engage in a life‐for‐life battle with two cornered three-calamity elders was a catastrophic loss.

“Still, he’s courting death—and that’s not up to anyone else. The hope of the mortal realm… falling into the hands of such a brash fellow is truly… pitiful.”

“Pitiful, pitiful…”

Thunderous voices, resonant as temple bells, echoed from the Inner City.

Many martial men in the Outer City turned pale, drained of all color.

The fierce clash between these revered elders exuded an aura of doom. Could it be that the Underworld Ghost Emperor was about to be consumed in mutual annihilation?

There was no need for that; the Underworld Ghost Emperor was a mortal Martial Immortal with limitless potential. Trading lives with two three-calamity elders would be far too wasteful!

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In a restaurant bathed in orange light,

XiXi clenched her fist, her wide eyes betraying a hint of nervousness.

The Pantheon had dispatched too many strong warriors.

Even just to maintain control of Qitian City, they had sent countless experts—including nine rare second-disaster elders and even three three-calamity elders.

Such an imposing lineup was almost hopeless.

Of course, after Qitian City had fallen into desolation, its geographical shift meant that the Outer City became shrouded by the Bizarre Temple of Qitian’s Bizarre Temple, effectively forming a bridge that allowed even second-disaster elders to break through.

“Is Master Ghost Emperor really prepared to perish with them?”

XiXi was unwilling to accept it, her small fist tightening and her body shivering with cold.

Now, XiXi had learned several secrets.

Having come into contact with forces like the Xie Yao Cave, the Dark Heavenly Court, and Hei Xumi, she also came to understand the deep enmity and mutual suppression between the Yulian Camp and the other three major factions.

And XiXi realized that the Yulian Curse had seemingly infected her—her fate was inextricably linked to the Yulian Camp.

Thus, she understood that the three major factions would naturally be at odds with her.

All XiXi wished was for Master Ghost Emperor to prevail!

Dog Master lounged atop a rooftop, his sleek, jet-black fur shining as if oiled, continuously glistening.

Upon hearing XiXi’s query, Dog Master snorted dismissively.

“Don’t you know what kind of man your father is?”

“A man this steady would never choose a path of mutual destruction.”

“Mutual destruction means the enemy dies—and perhaps a few hairs come off!”

Dog Master truly understood Li Che well.

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This was Li Che’s first time detonating four Qimen Immortal Seeds.

His spine trembled while his Martial Immortal Golden Body resounded like clashing steel, as countless streams of light burst forth, and his blood roiled as if it could no longer contain the immense power, about to shatter.

The Qilin Sealing Inscription, the Thousand Mountain Lone Wanderer Sky-Cleaving Blade, the Blood-Shed Phoenix Withering Arrow, and Qitian Treading the Firmament!

The four Qimen Immortal Seeds, fused with primordial calamity power, seemed to harbor an unimaginably terrifying energy.

As soon as Li Che ignited them, four columns of celestial light shot skyward, aligning with the Golden Heavenly Gate as if destined to penetrate the vault of the heavens!

In those golden whirlpools, mysterious energy particles converged and intertwined.

It was a transcendent force, distinct from essence, divine might, or Dao power—a mysterious, ancient energy.

Li Che’s heart trembled slightly.

“Immortal aura?!”

It was a term that involuntarily surfaced in his mind, as if the Qimen Immortal Seed in his draconic spine had reached its peak and unleashed immortal aura!

Yet the sensation was fleeting, vanishing almost as quickly as it appeared.

In this era devoid of immortality, how could true immortal aura be condensed?!

Li Che’s heart pounded—perhaps if the Qimen Immortal Seed fully reached its peak, it could finally solidify into immortal aura?

But that day was still far off; for now, he couldn’t even muster a trace of true immortal aura.

Even the explosion of the Qimen Immortal Seed only produced an illusion.

Behind him, four great suns ascended like colossal grinding stones radiating golden brilliance, scattering light across the world and rending the dark night asunder!

The Xuan Ying Demon God’s head was crowned with strands of golden feathered deity aura, his keen eyes like those of a falcon.

Elsewhere, an enraged Golden Vajra Buddha squinted, its vast golden form resonating with thunderous might.

For the first time, the two seemed hesitant about joining the Underworld Ghost Emperor in mutual destruction.

They were reluctant—after all, having achieved such heights and weathering endless ages adrift in the Bizarre Temple, how could they now afford to be lost in mutual annihilation with the Underworld Ghost Emperor?

Li Che seemed to grasp their inner turmoil and snorted coldly.

His five fingers tightened, his left hand trembling with martial resolve as the will of a Martial Immortal surged forth.

Those who wavered even in the face of mutual destruction were doomed.

Then he said, “You’re finished.”

Li Che relaxed his mortal form, his bones resonating in unison as explosive force erupted—his Three-Pronged Twin-Edged Blade slashed outward, unleashing divine aura with roaring intensity.

In an instant, he suppressed both the Buddha Staff and the supreme golden feather formation.

Defying gravity, he strode across the skies above Qitian Outer City; with each step, four great suns appeared to encircle him, as if he were ascending to ultimate transcendence in a blaze of fiery passion!

In that moment, every bit of his strength, essence, and Dao power burned with unbridled fervor!

Boom—

The Cosmic Chessboard unfurled as Flying Stars shifted.

In an instant, he appeared before the two three-calamity elders, unleashing a frenzy of ruthless slaughter!

A desperate, all-out brawl ensued!

It was as if four great suns had descended, crushing the void with the force of dragon-like explosions of qi!

Bang—!!!

“Madman!”

The Xuan Ying Demon God collided with a crushing blow, spitting blood; his wings slammed, and his fighting spirit evaporated.

The Underworld Ghost Emperor’s reckless posture had truly frightened him!

“Martial Immortal, will you really risk your life like this?!”

The Xuan Ying Demon God flapped his wings, morphing into a black blur as if shattering space, and dashed toward the Inner City!

The Underworld Ghost Emperor was engulfed in a swathe of violet flames around his head.

He delivered a sweeping punch, infused with the opening move of the Battle Victory Secret Technique—the very essence of the Dou character secret!

In that moment, the Golden Vajra Buddha crumbled, with shards of golden light bursting as the black-bearded three-calamity elder of Hei Xumi coughed up blood.

He cast a complex glance at the Underworld Ghost Emperor,

as if attempting to decipher the true identity concealed beneath the cloak of purple fire.

“Mortal martial fortune wasted like this… what a pity… truly a shame.”

The Golden Vajra Buddha, born in the mortal realm yet long detached through endless years amid the Bizarre Temple, had long become one with Hei Xumi’s faction.

Still, its roots were tied to the mortal world.

“Martial fortune? What is martial? True martial is forged in struggle. If you fear death, you cannot carry the weight of martial destiny!”

Li Che smiled faintly.

Then, amidst the raging, seething winds, Li Che’s ink-black robe was torn asunder to reveal a body overlaid with intertwined, rugged dragon-like scales. With both arms raised, he vanished in an instant!

Boom—

The vault of heaven exploded!

The dark night was split apart by searing golden light!

The Xuan Ying Demon God cursed as he fled toward the Inner City.

The enraged Golden Vajra Buddha, however, looked upward and sighed long, “Truly, struggle is for the sake of martial might…”

Boom!

In that moment, a supreme monk—who had not yet escaped—stood firm. His eyes shone brilliantly, and the Calamity Wheel at his back burst forth with transcendent light!

It was as if Li Che’s words had touched him deeply.

Instead of fleeing like the Xuan Ying Demon God toward the Inner City, he stepped forward, his body radiating streams of golden light that ascended skyward, eventually reforming into a towering Great Buddha!

This Great Buddha, seemingly enthroned in the heavens, remained unsullied by worldly dust, surrounded by divine aura as profound as the myriad passions and sorrows of mortal life—a true Buddha of the mundane world!

The Xuan Ying Demon God cast him a dismissive glance and muttered, cursing the foolish monk before disappearing as a streak of golden light into Qitian Inner City.

The supreme demon of Xie Yao Cave fell silent, saying nothing further.

Then, a peerless Martial Immortal, with four great suns in tow, descended—a crushing fist unleashed the Dou character secret, sending out countless golden streams like dragons across the sky!

The Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant technique!

This self-created Divine Seed Martial Art, forged by Li Che, was on the path to evolving into a Celestial Seed Martial Art. Combined with the Dou character secret, it unleashed awe-inspiring, deadly force!

It slammed relentlessly into the Golden Buddha!

In an instant, his fist transformed as his aura soared; the fierce energy from the Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant coalesced into 108 radiant fist beams!

Boom—!!!

The Golden Buddha shattered instantly, and the enraged three-calamity elder of the Golden Vajra Buddha spat blood in protest.

In the dissipating golden light, red blood rained down like torrents.

Behind the Underworld Ghost Emperor, four great suns emerged to stand in the void as the shattered Golden Buddha’s blood and light merged into a tempest that swirled around him.

Li Che exhaled softly.

“Not bad for a monk—he can even enter the Underworld.”

The portals of Fengdu Mo City burst open as explosive suction devoured the blood and flesh of the first fallen three-calamity elder.

With his back encircled by four great suns, Li Che advanced step by step, crushing the void beneath him like a war drum, heading straight for the one-disaster elder locked in battle with Fan Hai Jiuying.

His five fingers gripped tightly—the Dragon Elephant soared across!

It unleashed a surge of blood mist that roared skyward!

Everyone in Qitian City was rendered motionless in shock…

Many martial men were both astonished and sorrowful.

In their eyes,

this moment marked the precipice of the Underworld Ghost Emperor—

The mortal Martial Immortal, who had just broken through, was now driven to the end of his journey.

He burned with unmatched ferocity, as ephemeral as a blooming flower in twilight.

Risking everything in a battle to the death.

It was a sight that filled onlookers with profound sorrow.