Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon! Chapter 903 - 901: The Investiture of the Gods' Brand

The entire Tianwu Continent was shrouded in a repressive atmosphere, and people began to fear, hoping for the ergence of a Human Emperor to quell the impending chaos.

They also hoped that the Divine Clan would never cross the barrier.

"Damn it, the Divine Clan is about to attack, and we still don't know where the Investiture of the Gods' imprint is."

"Yeah!"

"Didn't they say the Wuji Sect has been investigating it?"

"They're investigating, but... so far, there's been no news!"

"Li Qi is very powerful."

Many people were discussing.

The imprint of the Investiture of the Gods has not yet erged, but the Divine Clan is about to invade here. What kind of situation is this?

A disaster without cause!

Boom...

At that mont, a tremor suddenly ca from a corner of the continent, like thunder exploding, causing the entire area to sway, and a majestic aura surged forth densely.

People were moved: "Have they attacked?"

"No... it seems like a mountain has collapsed."

"..."

A mountain collapse at this ti?

Even if there were opportunities, people probably wouldn't be interested.

However...

Soone suddenly said, "Could it be the imprint?"

People were taken aback.

The news quickly reached Wuji Sect. Normally, such a tremor wouldn't draw their attention. At most, so young people would go to that area to seek opportunities.

But now, the situation was vastly different.

The Divine Clan was about to descend.

The imprint of the Investiture of the Gods hadn't appeared for a long ti, and any unusual disturbance could be the imprint.

After learning the news, Li Qi rushed towards it.

A few hundred miles away, he saw the huge mountain. Initially, it was several hundred feet tall, with overlapping peaks, full of life. Now... Massive rocks fell in piles, with smoke billowing below.

The demon birds lurking within fled in a hurry.

Several large beasts roared continuously and eventually retreated far away.

Cultivators arrived one after another.

"Is it really the imprint of the Investiture of the Gods?" People held their breath, staring intently at the mountain.

Li Qi stopped, his gaze intense.

The Nangong Jue behind him also ca up, asking, "How is it?"

"I can't see it, there's a thick fog overlapping there. It seems like a being is erging." Li Qi's expression was solemn...

He felt a powerful life force, but he couldn't see clearly.

More and more cultivators were arriving at the place.

Suddenly, a pressure emanated from the descending mountain body, sweeping in layers, imdiately suppressing those who were too close.

They couldn't move at all.

Their faces changed drastically, cold sweat streaming, looking at the approaching mountain with fear in their eyes.

For a mont, it felt as if a terrifying being was watching them, sending chills down their spines, more terrifying than being suppressed here.

Dong!

A slight collision sound, long and deep, like a bell, as if an ancient being was roaring, wanting to erge.

The range covered by the pressure gradually expanded.

In the end, soone couldn't help but make a move. It was an aged King Tao, gritting his teeth, releasing a skill with both hands, transforming into a sharp sword gleaming towards the front.

Unfortunately, it couldn't shake that place at all.

Soone else summoned a Divine Weapon, but with a clanging rebound, they suffered backlash instead.

Pang!

The next mont, black Divine Brilliance erupted.

Li Qi activated the True Solar Scripture, a black sun above his head, with dharma principles flowing, stepping forward, opening up the pressure emanating from the mountain for the others.

Many cultivators felt relief, fleeing without looking back.

Only a few dared not leave; they all wanted to know what the imprint of the Investiture of the Gods looked like?

Moreover, this could very well be a trendous opportunity.

"Stand back!" Li Qi sighed lightly, "Even if there is an opportunity, under such pressure, you can hardly accept it."

These words persuaded so more to leave.

The remaining were all elderly, their blood qi withered, faces wrinkled, stooped bodies, staying here for one last hope.

Li Qi took a look and stopped speaking.

The next mont, he reached out a hand, intending to draw out the being within the mountain.

But at this mont, a sword light slashed down from above the sky.

Buzz!

Power exploded, killing intent covered below, directly blocking Li Qi's hand.

Li Qi coldly stared upward, the Divine Clan was truly arrogant and domineering. They hadn't yet descended upon the Tianwu Continent, yet... dared to act this way.

The Nangong Jue behind him walked over, gritting his teeth and said, "Li Qi, go ahead, I'll hold them off."

Li Qi shook his head, "They are very strong, most of them are in the Emperor Realm or Quasi-Emperor Realm. Even though they act across a barrier, that kind of power, in the Tianwu Continent, not many can resist."

He glanced around, feeling desolate in his heart.

There was no Saint Realm, the strongest were so Lords, but they were old, their blood qi not apparent.

He stepped forward then.

As a second sword was cut out, he opened a pair of golden eyes, transforming into the Inner Great World, a thick cold gleam slashed out.

It was even wrapped with traces of Power of the Great Tao.

In an instant, it shattered the opponent's attack, even... cut open a rift above the sky.

Li Qi saw that person.

A middle-aged man in red armor, covered all over, only revealing a pair of fierce eyes.

At this mont...

The two confronted each other across the barrier.

Li Qi's clothes fluttered, his face calm.

The opponent was extrely heroic, very majestic, gave a contemptuous smile, seemingly mocking Li Qi's overestimation of his abilities.

Li Qi said nothing, waved his hand, breaking the confrontation, he had a premonition, soon, not much longer.

A month, half a month, or maybe three to five days.

Within this ti, he must claim the imprint of the Investiture of the Gods, not leave it to the Divine Clan, otherwise... the path of the Human Clan would be severed again.

Above the heavens.

The middle-aged man in red armor, coldly laughing, "An interesting young human."

"That black sun of his is truly bizarre," said the person beside him.

"It's just so low-level skill," the man remarked contemptuously.

At this mont, a soldier ran over, "Report, Lord Jing, on the Nine Heavens Earth side, there are also people trying to break the seal of the Tianwu Continent."

Jing Shiliu raised an eyebrow, full of disdain, "The Human Clan has no Great Emperor, in such a declining era, even if they all act, they delude themselves to obtain the imprint of the Investiture of the Gods."

"Are you saying, Lord, that the imprint of the Investiture of the Gods is hidden within the mountain?"

"Perhaps!" Jing Shiliu squinted slightly, "The imprint of the Investiture of the Gods, although it has so spiritual intelligence, ultimately it is not a conventional life form. Its mode of existence is unknown."

"Do we need to act?"

"Wait for now..." Jing Shiliu laughed, "I want to see how that young man intends to claim the imprint." He was increasingly curious about Li Qi.

He wondered what effect refining such a young man into a corpse skill would have?

Wouldn't it be interesting?