In the celestial do, five figures exuded terrifying Supre auras, all shrouded in radiance. The imnse divinity wove like colorful clouds behind them, while the massive Disaster Wheel was filled with an oppressive atmosphere.
They were Supres who had taken cultivation to its extre, a group standing at the pinnacle of cultivation.
Just a fraction away from the realm of deities.
At this mont, they appeared incredibly solemn, and shadows manifested behind them, looking down at the figure of Qitian erging from the Mysterious Temple.
"Damn it... truly resurrected!"
"Unbelievable, how can a deity resurrect ahead of ti? This is truly terrifying... it will disrupt all calculations."
"If Qitian can resurrect, will the other fierce gods of the Prison Lotus also resurrect?"
...
The powerful Heaven and Earth Souls of the five Supres continuously collided and communicated.
Each of them held up their Supre Foundation, locating the Qitian Inner City within the vast and endless Strange Que.
Their eyes were filled with heaviness and disbelief.
They contemplated many things and worried about future events.
Will the Prison Lotus Camp rise completely in this era of ebbing tides?
Buzz...
Qitian stepped out from the Mysterious Temple, taking a step forward, appearing in the deep pit ruins.
The Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King lying in the ruins was covered in cracks, black blood oozed out, and blood and flesh collapsed inch by inch.
Borrowing the Temple God Divinity of Qitian, accepting its taint, the aura of the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King was collapsing at this mont, unable to hold together any longer, unable to continue.
He was about to be annihilated, losing all human resemblance, his skin dark as black jade, completely tainted by Corpse Qi and Death Qi.
"Teacher..."
The Fang Family Ancestor, Fang Xinyuan, sat up with difficulty.
His eyes turned crimson, and as life reached its final end, his will overca the chaos and madness brought by the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King.
His eyes showed a touch of brilliance and happiness.
He finally endured to see the light at the end of the tunnel, feeling great joy in his heart.
"Teacher, you are resurrected."
Fang Xinyuan smiled.
Qitian appeared in the ruins, looking closely at the disciple he had protected for thousands of years.
Now, drifting away from him.
For so reason, an endless sorrow welled up in Qitian’s heart.
"Sigh..."
With a gentle sigh, Qitian shook his head, and two Phoenix Feathers soared straight into the sky.
"You’ve worked hard."
In the end, countless sighs, countless sorrows, were condensed into one.
Fang Xinyuan looked at the restored Qitian with satisfaction and admiration, looking at the splendid Golden Armor, the constantly waving Phoenix Feathers, and the fiery cloak behind...
Just like the old days.
The Peerless Divine Monkey who had saved him from the abyss.
"Teacher... your disciple can only guard till now."
"You must... fight to the end!"
Fang Xinyuan bit his lip, his gaze soft and hopeful.
Qitian patted Fang Xinyuan’s head: "Don’t worry, Little Fangzi..."
"Since Old Sun is resurrected... Neither all the gods above nor the heavens and the earth shall take my life again!"
Qitian’s eyes, filled with radiant golden light, were incomparably sharp, his murderous intent resplendent and overwhelming, filled with imnse confidence.
As if declaring war on all the deities from all camps!
"Good... very good!"
Fang Xinyuan’s lower body had begun to shatter, turning into extrely fine particles, falling like sand.
Hearing Qitian’s strong words, his eyes burst out with brilliant light.
It seed like the power of ti was blurring before him, reminding him of thousands of years ago, when he was aided by Qitian, from an unloved illegitimate child, fought his way to brilliance, reaching the peak of cultivation in the human world.
Even establishing the Equal Heaven Temple, making an era shine!
"Unfortunately... disciple... won’t be able to witness the scene of Teacher displaying divine power."
Fang Xinyuan’s nose turned sour, his heart full of regret, tears falling down.
The Curse Seals on the Cursed Corpse were collapsing, along with Fang Xinyuan’s body, breaking apart. This was the aftermath of turning into a Cursed Corpse, though gaining formidable power and an immortal, undying life.
However, once shattered, it might be completely annihilated, unable to resurrect, with no chance of falling into the Netherworld for a slim chance of rebirth.
"You can, if you want to see, Master will take you to see."
Qitian rubbed Fang Xinyuan’s head.
An old monkey, touching an elder.
Beneath them, countless darkness surged like tides, birthing black lotuses, deeply black yet reassuring.
Above the celestial do, the glorious aura of the five Supres, majestic and brilliant, yet chilling.
Li Che also walked out of the Equal Heaven Temple, witnessing such a scene from afar.
Life is full of separations, even deities cannot avoid it, still filled with the sorrows of parting.
"You must watch well, see how mighty Master is upon resurrection!"
Old Monkey said with a chuckle, though laughing, the golden eyes kept blinking, he raised his head, and the blood-red cloak behind him surged fiercely.
Buzz buzz buzz——
In the next mont, from the raised monkey head, golden eyes shot out two beams of cold electricity, piercing through the void, captivating the heart, directly staring at the five Supres.
"Little brother, please take care of my obedient disciple, Old Sun."
Old Monkey spoke.
Li Che was stunned, understanding that Old Monkey was speaking to him.
He nodded, the golden skull under the Primordial Dragon Elephant Fla faintly moved.
"Alright."
"He fears pain, needs soone with him, I entrust him to you."
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