Chapter 512: The Tempest of Divine Might

Huh huh huh huh——

A terrifying gale ravaged Mo City, tearing the air apart with explosive force; chaotic currents raged, imbued with a slicing power!

Li Che’s muscles and sinews cried in unison as his formidable flesh trembled violently. In his eyes a chaotic energy swirled—a state of sudden enlightenment. With his martial arts observations, he was effortlessly reading the battlefield!

Ancestral Dragon’s Decimation Technique!

Indeed, this was an extremely profound secret art—a divine technique and also a martial decimation art, one that relies on the strength of the body!

Young Dragon Emperor, being a divine spirit infused with the bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon, possessed an extraordinarily powerful flesh, unrivaled as the inaugural divine bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon.

Deploying this perfectly attuned Ancestral Dragon’s Decimation Technique, with unyielding dominance, he ruptured the void; the colossal spear-like force shattered space with every tremor!

And Li Che’s Martial Immortal Golden Body was equally formidable. He had once clashed with the Young Dragon Emperor—whose divine flame had yet to ignite—and in terms of physical might, he even had the upper hand.

His five fingers clenched the Thunder Demon Three-Pronged Twin-Edged Blade, which resounded as he wielded it like a lance, swirling like a great dragon surging on the waves!

Boom!

This Ancestral Dragon’s Decimation Technique demanded an immense physical prowess. Accompanied by a roaring clamor that mimicked metallic clashes, Li Che shuddered as if winds and thunder exploded from his thirty-six vital acupoints!

With every ounce of effort, his body surged!

In just an instant, Li Che’s flesh underwent a cataclysmic transformation. Golden light enveloped him, his hair danced wildly as if bathed in a shimmering gold sheen, while his eyes blazed like morning stars with erupting flames!

His exposed muscles hardened like molten iron, radiating a purple-gold hue, with patterns of the Great Dao Immortal Pattern etched across them like enigmatic designs!

Veins of dark, sinewy muscle quivered violently, reminiscent of countless dragons coiled; thick golden blood gushed through his vessels, merging into a pure, dominating physical force!

The Young Dragon Emperor’s heart trembled in awe—even for a divine, he had never seen such a freakish display!

Li Che was modifying the Ancestral Dragon’s Decimation Technique—a method reserved for the path of the undying divine—adapting it to his own use!

Two massive golden dragons roared and surged skyward amidst the Mo City of Fengdu, dancing wildly without pause!

Boom——!!!

In an instant, the golden dragons swept out five clawed strikes; their ferocious roars tore through the void like cannon shells bursting upon impact!

The sonic booms spread, mingled with shattering gales and turbulent flows, splitting the space over tens of meters in Jingguang City Fengdu as if scattering earth and stone!

A dragon-like exhalation echoed!

The colossal spear cleaved through legions!

Li Che landed a decisive step, his form like a dragon’s shadow ascending to the Dominator Tower, his one-handed grip on the twin-edged blade dancing relentlessly.

His eyes, filled with murky chaotic energy, betrayed his chest where the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit trembled wildly, boosting his enlightenment at an alarming pace!

“How… How can this be?!”

The Young Dragon Emperor paused, his lance-like aura of a soaring dragon slowly quieting. Lifting his head, his two sharp dragon horns pierced the heavens as he gazed at Li Che atop the Dominator Tower with a mixture of awe and shock.

Then, his eyes softened with a hint of resignation.

Yes, resignation…

In the presence of such a monster, even the mightiest felt little psychological pressure.

A creature like this would one day transcend the realm of mortal martial cultivators!

Perhaps even achieve the legendary status of a martial Dao Immortal…

Or even shatter all records, attaining the pinnacle of martial legend—a status akin to that of a heavenly immortal!

A martial Dao immortal that could rival the undying divine!

It was the highest domain in martial arts—a realm where one roamed freely, unbound by heaven and earth, capable of ascending to true divinity!

The Young Dragon Emperor knew many things—only when the first Bizarre Temple divine tide roared did the martial Dao immortal emerge!

As the divine nature grew ever more rampant…

Advancing to the realm of human immortality in martial arts was as hard as scaling the heavens—and surpassing that to reach the transcendent realms of the mystic and the celestial was even more impossible!

Those were realms relegated to myth!

A true martial Dao immortal was even rarer than an undying divine!

Of course, in the divine cultivation of deities, attaining immortality was equally an arduous feat.

Thus, when acknowledging Li Che’s terrifying talent, the Young Dragon Emperor let go of his pride and chose to submit.

Huh huh huh huh——

Li Che stood atop the mountain peak, his formidable aura roaring like a tempest of blood and wind.

His gaze flashed like electric currents; with every breath, the clashing sound of golden iron rang out continuously.

The Seventh Qimen Immortal Seed!

Li Che decided to designate this Ancestral Dragon’s Decimation Technique as the Seventh Qimen Immortal Seed.

He transformed his original Qimen Divine Seed Martial Arts and the Zhang Mo Mang Spear into the Ancestral Dragon’s Decimation Technique!

A gigantic dragon spanned his back as his eyes sparkled; still in a state of martial enlightenment, he was channeling the feedback of the Dao Fruit’s insight.

This had him training at his peak state.

His comprehension of martial arts deepened immeasurably.

Because it was estimated that under the engulfing Weird Mist, Jingguang City would be swallowed within a day or two.

Thus, Li Che abandoned further cultivation of his Dao Fruit maturity and instead summoned its power to comprehend the Seventh Qimen Immortal Seed!

Though it was a dragon secret art, the dragon race was naturally renowned for physical strength—their decimation art intertwined with martial prowess harmoniously.

With a slight adaptation, Li Che could wield it as an unparalleled immortal martial art!

Boom——!!!

Atop the Dominator Tower’s leaking platform,

The tense sinews in Li Che’s body suddenly relaxed, unleashing the pent-up terrifying power through his mighty physique!

Boom——!!!

In an instant, the Thunder Demon Three-Pronged Twin-Edged Blade transformed, striking out like a great dragon spear!

Woo woo woo——

The twin-edged blade seemed to vanish from sight, its blinding speed obliterating even the sound of space, wind, and currents, leaving only an endless, chilling gleam of the blade!

In the face of this decimation technique, everything turned to dust, utterly impervious!

Roar!

Li Che’s flesh trembled, every inch of his body shaking violently as if countless dragon roars erupted from within his bones.

From his spine burst forth a beam of golden light!

The beam converged steadily, forming a vortex that spiraled and channeled into the Qimen Immortal Seed.

Li Che gripped the Thunder Demon Three-Pronged Twin-Edged Blade at a slant as endless dragon shadows swirled around him.

It was as if he had immersed himself in a state of sudden enlightenment.

Like a meditating old monk, his presence was as immovable as a gavel’s chime!

The howling Mo Rain lashed against him, unleashing countless mists as it struck Li Che’s body!

This bridged the Zhang Mo Mang Spear’s divine martial art with his own divine immortal martial art, completing their fusion!

Since the Qimen Immortal Seed had reached its Seventh stage, the difficulty of the fusion was immense—if successful, the boost to his flesh would be staggering!

The Third Prince’s Bizarre Temple was on the verge of completing its grand transformation of the Four Emperors into the Three Purities.

The Third Prince Temple Spirit was on the cusp of revival, facing myriad crises, while XiXi too had to enter the Third Prince’s Bizarre Temple and use her divine weapon to usher in its rebirth!

Just as Li Che had once stepped into the Qitian Inner City with the Mixed Yuan Ruyi Golden Hoop Staff.

The resonant clash filled the air, with scorching, surging blood forging links that gradually accumulated along his spinal dragon, forming the Seventh Qimen Immortal Seed!

The light contracted!

It coalesced into a dense golden vortex, swirling continuously!

Within Mo City,

XiXi held her head high, her chubby face filled with amazement.

‘My father is simply incredible!’

No wonder he was known as the Martial Immortal Father—his natural talent was extraordinary, and he mastered such inhuman martial arts in an instant!

On the Dominator Tower, thunderbolts suddenly flashed and burst forth.

It was Li Che fusing the Original Shattered Star Thunder—a force of Dao calamity—into his Ancestral Dragon’s Decimation Technique!

The blessing of thunder amplified the technique’s might exponentially.

Buzz buzz buzz——

A tidal surge of blood roared like an ever-growing blaze, as if new life was being forced out by the pulsing energy!

With the aid of the Seventh Qimen Immortal Seed, Li Che’s flesh transformed once more, evolving and transcending.

After what felt like an eternity,

Li Che slowly opened his eyes; on his back, seven massive golden blood vortices spun, with only one Qimen Divine Seed yet to complete its fusion.

Otherwise, his adapted Eight Qimen Immortal Seed technique would have reached perfection with its final ascension!

His gaze opened and closed as golden light flowed like water.

[Eight-Nine Profound Skill: Martial Immortal Golden Body (80%)]

The fusion of the Seventh Qimen Immortal Seed had succeeded, granting an additional boost to his Martial Immortal Golden Body.

Li Che’s mood soared.

He even entertained the thought of pushing through and fusing the Eighth Qimen Immortal Seed in one go.

Alas, that idea was quickly dismissed.

For one thing, the eighth Dao calamity power wasn’t ready yet.

Time constraints and the limits of his flesh’s endurance would hinder the perfection of the Eight-Nine Profound Skill’s first stage.

The Eight-Nine Profound Skill was Li Che’s core martial path, crafted by combining the Eight Qimen Immortal Seed technique with the Original Nine Calamities and his Martial Immortal Golden Body!

Every step had to be taken with utmost care and completeness.

Li Che sat cross-legged, completing the fusion of the Seventh Qimen Immortal Seed. His mind stirred as he sank into the Dao Calamity Space.

Thunder roared and the Thunder Magnetic Conduit Dao Fruit bellowed, as his Martial Immortal Golden Body burst forth with thunderous resilience, beginning to refine the Original Shattered Star Thunder—an art of Dao calamity!

Boom, boom, boom——

Thick black lightning intertwined, lashing out with an overwhelming shockwave!

Thankfully, Li Che’s Thunder Magnetic Conduit Dao Fruit empowered him; without it, harnessing the Shattered Star Thunder to fortify his flesh would have been near impossible!

The Original Shattered Star Thunder he had just grasped surged rapidly toward perfection.

Unconsciously, it leaped from 1% to an astonishing 30%!

At 30%, aided by the Thunder Magnetic Conduit, Li Che could continue refining within the Dao Calamity Space.

But…

Boom——

Li Che withdrew his mind from the Dao Calamity Space, choosing not to extend the process further.

His five fingers spread; dark-gold interlaced thunder roiled, the original Shattered Star Thunder energy coursing through them.

Perhaps the Original Shattered Star Thunder would one day become his perfected second Dao calamity force, etching a second Great Dao Immortal Pattern.

In a flash, Li Che vanished from the Dominator Tower,

only to reappear beside XiXi and the Young Dragon Emperor.

Li Che ruffled XiXi’s head before briskly discarding his sleeve.

In the next moment, the vast Cosmic Chessboard of heaven and earth manifested, reflecting scenes of the mortal realm.

Within the vision, the waters of the Jiulong River erupted into towering waves, roaring and surging; the dense, eerie mist rolled, devouring the last corner of Jingguang City.

Along the banks of the Jiulong River, Old Men from Jingguang—including Nan Lihuo, Zhu Hongdou, and Hu Yingyue—stared complexly at Jingguang City, now utterly absorbed into the co-dependent city of the Third Prince’s Bizarre Temple.

“The Four Emperors have transformed into the Three Purities. The Third Prince’s Bizarre Temple has completed its metamorphosis…”

Li Che spoke.

The Young Dragon Emperor’s blue hair fluttered as his dragon eyes shone with complexity.

“The transformation is complete… The Third Prince Temple Spirit is about to be reborn.”

“Amid this divine tide, the suppression of deities from the Yulian Camp has finally begun.”

The Young Dragon Emperor stated gravely.

Li Che, puzzled, looked toward the Young Dragon Emperor.

“Suppression of the Yulian Camp? Why?”

Li Che inquired.

After a thoughtful pause, the Young Dragon Emperor replied succinctly,

“It is a rule established by the undying deities across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths…”

“Every surge of the divine tide has been triggered by Yulian; the rising tide and the ebb are intertwined with the Daughter of Yulian. The divine energy in the tide is none other than the remnants of fallen deities.”

“In every divine tide among the immortals of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, a fall is inevitable—and the fallen pave the way for the next tide.”

“The Daughter of Yulian is the executioner of the will of heaven and earth—a blade to annihilate the deities.”

The Young Dragon Emperor, with the blood of the Ancestral Dragon flowing through him, exhibited profound insight.

This was the first time Li Che had heard such words. He knew that the fate of the Daughter of Yulian was to become the executioner of heaven’s will—a blade for slaughtering deities…

Yet he never imagined that the target would be the undying deities!

The Young Dragon Emperor nodded.

Now, he too belonged to the Yulian Camp; henceforth, he abandoned old notions and embraced a perspective aligned with Yulian.

“Every divine tide signifies a failure for Yulian…”

“But each ebb sends shivers down the spines of the undying deities of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.”

“The fall means at least three undying deities have been overthrown… Otherwise the tide would not recede.”

The Young Dragon Emperor continued.

“This, the Eighth Divine Tide, marks eight cycles from the first surge—an ebb and flow spanning eighty thousand years!”

“In other words… the Yulian Camp has suffered defeat eight times.”

At these words, Li Che’s heart trembled.

The torrent of fate drove the deities of Yulian to unavoidably face death and failure—a thought both despairing and numbing.

No wonder…

No wonder the once lifeless expression of Big XiXi in his dreams was so haunting.

“To achieve the fall, must three undying deities be slain?” Li Che frowned.

Undying deities—that which belonged to the realm of martial Dao immortals—were now beyond his control!

At the very least, they were far beyond his current combat capabilities!

“Then how is the success of the Yulian Camp measured?” Li Che inquired.

Since the divine tide rose because of Yulian and its fall signified Yulian’s failure, what then constituted success?

The Young Dragon Emperor shook his head, unable to offer an answer.

“Ancestral Dragon once prophesied that the Yulian Camp must undergo nine failures unless the undying are exterminated to attain the balance of heaven’s will…”

“Only then will the Yulian Camp meet its final defeat.”

“Many undying deities will fall into slumber, waiting for the ninth divine tide. And when that day comes… the deities who have endured long ages will simultaneously awaken to completely crush the gods of the Yulian Camp…”

“Deities such as Qitian, Third Prince, Xiansheng Zhenjun, Guanghan Immortal, and Nine-Toothed Tianpeng… all will perish; the embers of divine flame will be extinguished, dissolving like smoke.”

The Young Dragon Emperor’s voice was unbearably heavy.

“The three major divine lineages founded by the undying—Hei Xumi, Xie Yao Cave, and the Dark Heavenly Court; besides these, ancient clans and Lie Shen Pavilion are but minor sects compared to these three major paths.”

Li Che nodded. Indeed, slaying or restraining a deity yielded insights long hidden.

Suddenly, a thought stirred within him.

He pondered:

What realms might those Dao Fruit masters he had witnessed along the great Dao River belong to?

Could they be of the undying deity realm?

Li Che’s curiosity grew.

“Young Dragon Emperor, do undying deities have graded realms?” Li Che asked inquisitively.

“They do… some do, my lord…”

“Above the Dao Calamity Supreme, there are deities whose divine flame validates their path on the great Dao. They are divided into four realms.”

The Young Dragon Emperor’s blue hair fluttered.

Both Li Che and XiXi listened with rapt attention.

“What are these four realms? Tell us, Uncle Young Dragon Emperor!”

Impatient, XiXi could hardly contain her curiosity.

This was a level she had never experienced or heard of before. Her excitement shone through.

Her calling him ‘Uncle Young Dragon Emperor’ made him smirk—a playful delight at being called uncle.

He couldn’t help but feel a thrill deep down!

“The four divine realms are: Divine Flame, Fusion of Dao, Dao Severing, and Nirvana. Only by successfully attaining Nirvana can a deity become undying—standing supreme in the great Dao is the highest state, the Realm of Supreme Concord!”

Li Che’s heart quaked at these words.

“And even if a Temple Spirit is reborn, its peak may never be regained, as the divine flame cannot be relit. A reborn spirit will always remain a realm lower than in its previous life…”

Li Che observed the vision of the Cosmic Chessboard.

In the scene, the enormous Bizarre Temple trembled as if being torn apart by an unseen force. The Third Prince’s Bizarre Temple, which had long stood at the center of the Jiulong River, was slowly being shifted—step by step—into Jingguang City.

Li Che exhaled in relief.

“Then what level were the deities Qitian and Third Prince in their previous incarnations?”

The Young Dragon Emperor paused and, gazing at Li Che, shook his head, “I cannot say…”

“For Ancestral Dragon once said that Qitian and Third Prince… do not belong to this realm.”

……

……

Li Che’s Ink Robe billowed as he led XiXi.

Beside him, the Young Dragon Emperor, cloaked in a black robe and hood, wore a Thunder Dragon Mask and blended seamlessly with the champions of the Underworld.

No effort in divine cultivation goes unrewarded in Fengdu!

Li Che’s eyes flickered as he reflected on the Young Dragon Emperor’s words—a turbulence within him that refused to subside for long…

Aren’t the Temple Spirits of the Third Prince and Qitian not of this realm?

This revelation was utterly unexpected.

Then from where did they come?

Li Che’s mind drifted to ancient myths of overlapping lifetimes.

Perhaps…

They originated from the world of his past life!

Shaking his head lightly, Li Che abandoned that thought—too many secrets lay beyond his reach.

He raised his head and looked toward the mist-shrouded Jingguang City.

Perhaps, once the Third Prince Temple Spirit was revived, he could inquire and finally learn the truth.

The Jiulong River roared as its waters surged relentlessly, thundering on without cease.

The three of them now stood on Dragon Island, split in two by the divine executioner’s blade of fate.

Though the Young Dragon Emperor was a divine, he was not permitted to appear openly.

Yet Li Che, through the might of the Cosmic Chessboard, veiled him from the gaze of destiny, allowing the Young Dragon Emperor to walk among mortals.

Moreover, this concealment further matured the Chess Sage Dao Fruit—a benefit Li Che welcomed.

It also misled the world into believing that the young man in the black robe, the Young Dragon Emperor, could never truly be divine…

Thus, within the Bizarre Temple, one deceptive move followed another!

Li Che stood at the edge of Dragon Island, studying the enormous scar left by the executioner’s blade—a mark still echoing the dreadful might of fate. In his eyes, chaotic energy swirled, leaving him pondering the meaning of that deadly blade.

He wished to use the image of the divine executioner’s blade as a blueprint to forge one final immortal martial art!

Thump, thump, thump——

Within his chest, the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit pounded relentlessly.

Suppressing its excitement, Li Che exhaled slowly, his gaze sweeping across distant mountain ranges, until he beheld the mist-veiled Jingguang City.

Outside of Jingguang City, the swirling mist gathered, with countless cultivators standing in anticipation.

They were the divine calamity warriors manifesting on earth from various pantheons.

Li Che lifted XiXi, stepping from the cleft of Dragon Island—a piece crushed by fearsome power—his foot landing as if dragging the island into the river’s depths.

Using the rebound, his mighty dragon-like body shattered the air as he landed before the Bizarre Temple.

All the powerful figures nearby had their hairs stand on end, watching Li Che in terror, too afraid to act.

“We have witnessed Li Wuxian!”

“Li Wuxian, the slayer of deities and seer of the martial path—truly our earthly blessing!”

“Li Wuxian, with the revival of the Third Prince Temple Spirit and the resources within the Bizarre Temple, presents us a chance to seize our destiny…”

……

Some of these mighty warriors regarded Li Che with apprehension.

After all, Li Che’s battle record was dazzling—facing off against a revived deity alone and outmaneuvering him, even trapping the Young Dragon Emperor!

Li Che cast a cold glance at them.

Many were not of the top echelons of the three major pantheons on earth but rather old ancestors from minor divine sects—hardly a challenge for him.

Yet these factions…

His eyes swept over to the royal carriage, where Su Da, peeking through the draped curtains, was watching him intently.

Beside Su Da stood a Taoist from the Purple Mansion Divine Sect, marked by a purple divine symbol on his brow—not the sect leader Zhang Wuji, but another whose face was obscured by a divine aura, his true prowess impossible to discern.

Not far off from him was a disheveled woman cradling a white jade bottle, her hair unbound. She hailed from the South Sea Purple Bamboo Grove, barefoot in white gauze that emanated a Buddhist radiance, her face also hidden beneath an aura of divine energy.

Li Che had seen similar divine concealments on several cultivators.

The Grand Inspector, the Great Jing Emperor… all had faces shrouded in divine mystery.

Li Che’s piercing gaze swept over them; suddenly, a divine Star Plucking Gaze burst forth from the blood-warped center of his brow, its brilliance cutting through the gloom.

The woman’s eyes widened as her expression changed; with one swift hand gesture, she manipulated the willow twig from within her white jade bottle.

“Li Wuxian… you nearly frightened me to death,” she exclaimed in a tremulous tone.

Her voice carried genuine apprehension.

Li Che, now the unrivaled earthly Martial Immortal, exuded an unstoppable aura of supremacy.

Should hostilities erupt, she would stand no chance—destined for bitter defeat.

The earthly Martial Immortal… was a creature sanctioned by the will of heaven and earth!

Li Che shifted his gaze, scanning the powerful figures from the Western Lands of Buddhism, Da Li Wangting, and Witch God Mountain.

Almost every cultivator caught in his sweeping look trembled in terror.

For if Li Che were to truly unleash his wrath upon them, with their limited divine calamity powers, they stood no chance.

Li Che shook his head, not intending to harm these divine calamity cultivators.

It would be a waste of time—and risk incurring the wrath of the divine calamity—a risk even the earthly Martial Immortal could ill afford.

Within the Bizarre Temple, a vast silhouette loomed—radiating supreme pressure and divine aura, visible even in the shadow of the chaos.

XiXi’s brow shone with the sigil of Yulian, her body burning with heat, as the divine weapons on her arms, legs, and neck vibrated fiercely, echoing the call of the Third Prince Temple Spirit!

“Father…”

“The Third Prince Temple Spirit… is calling XiXi.”

“She needs the aid of a divine weapon to awaken him.”

XiXi, holding Li Che’s hand, raised her head with long, fluttering lashes and said.

Li Che nodded.

Gazing at the oppressive Jingguang City shrouded in eerie mist—a once familiar capital now turned into a terrifying wasteland as if life had been forcibly excised from it.

The area had been fully absorbed and merged by the Bizarre Temple, no longer belonging to the mortal world.

Surrounding the eaves and rooftops of the grand pavilions, countless figures stood like spears, unwavering.

The number of these silhouettes was vast—all exuding an aura of supremacy.

“One, two, three…”

Within the protective golden flame shield of Li Che’s aura, XiXi quietly counted.

After counting carefully, she exhaled deeply, lowering her voice:

“Father… there are thirty-six Supremes!”

“So many Supremes!”

“They show no mercy—banding together for a free-for-all!”

XiXi, indignant, blushed deeply—whether from the stimulation of the divine weapon’s aura or sheer anger.

“These are the Supremes from various pantheons, the accumulated might of eight divine tides. Many do not even belong to this tide.”

The Young Dragon Emperor instantly recognized the origins of these Supremes.

“Three calamities, nine tribulations—each divine tide can only produce so many Supremes. They are remnants surviving from previous tides, seeking a breakthrough to ignite their divine flame and prove their divine path.”

The Young Dragon Emperor murmured lowly.

Li Che nodded in understanding—it was clear.

Not only did his formidable Martial Immortal Will sense these Supremes, but amidst the swirling Bizarre Temple mist, subtle traces of a divine aura also flowed.

Even though these Supremes and deities did not intervene as Li Che and XiXi summoned the Third Prince Temple Spirit,

Li Che’s heart hardened slightly.

He had been fully prepared for a colossal battle within the Bizarre Temple—a battle for which he had even ordered the Young Dragon Emperor to prepare for bloodshed.

Yet, unexpectedly…

These deities and Supremes refrained from striking?

Why?!

Could it be that their objective was greater—to erase the Third Prince in one fell swoop?

Much like how he had slain the Young Dragon Emperor?

To decisively eliminate a deity?!

Li Che, with unflinching composure, strolled along Jingguang City’s main thoroughfare with XiXi at his side.

At the center of the city,

A colossal bud stood—a black lotus bud, resembling a quietly burning flame in the midst of the world.

Buzz buzz buzz——

Intense divine energy seeped ceaselessly from the black lotus bud.

Slowly, it intertwined with XiXi.

The divine sigil on XiXi’s brow glowed fiercely as it ravenously absorbed this divine energy!

In that moment, XiXi’s divine cultivation soared—enough to shatter the confines of the divine seed!

“Father…”

XiXi’s face turned a deep rosy red, like two ripe apples after drinking a lavish elixir.

“Father, can we awaken the Third Prince?”

XiXi’s large eyes blinked as she asked.

Li Che stood like a spear at the base of the enormous black lotus, his gaze sharp as he scanned the concealed forms of numerous powerful foes in the void.

Slowly, he exhaled.

What was destined would come to pass.

The Third Prince Temple Spirit could only be awakened by XiXi. Ever since XiXi first arrived in Jingguang City to commune with the Temple Spirit, it had been determined.

And today…

Li Che would not interfere.

“Awaken him.”

Li Che ruffled XiXi’s head affectionately.

XiXi pursed her lips, nodded firmly,

and strode toward the black lotus.

Raising her hand…

she pressed it against the black lotus.

At that very moment, Li Che’s Ink Robe billowed mightily; the Great Dao Immortal Pattern surged over his flesh, even his hair became streaked with it. In an instant, his entire being turned eerily formidable. With a sharp flick of his five fingers, the Thunder Demon Three-Pronged Twin-Edged Blade transformed into streaming light, clutched tightly as it resounded mightily.

The aura of purple-gold blood swirled like a cloak in a wild dance, exuding a killing intent that pierced the heavens!

Li Che held the Thunder Demon Three-Pronged Twin-Edged Blade diagonally, his brows arched coldly as he glared across the land.

“Who dares to challenge me?”

Standing behind his daughter as a father,

he was like an eternal war god!