As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life - Chapter 1702: 444: Martial Immortal Mystical Art Slays the Six-Desire Corpse God, The Golden Cicada Appears—Equaling Heaven Monk, I'm Waiting for You [Monthly Ticket Requested]

Capítulo 1702: Chapter 444: Martial Immortal Mystical Art Slays the Six-Desire Corpse God, The Golden Cicada Appears—Equaling Heaven Monk, I’m Waiting for You [Monthly Ticket Requested]

The survivors in Luoyun City, each raised their heads in bewilderment.

Even though many among them were cultivators, they didn’t quite understand what the anomaly in the Heavenly Dome meant at this moment.

After all, the fall of a Divine Tribulation Cultivator, such a grand event, is something most cultivators might never witness in their lifetime.

And around Luoyun City, perhaps sensing the atmosphere of battle, many practitioners from Jiangnan Dao flocked to the scene.

They were dumbfounded, their hair stood on end…

Divine Tribulation has fallen!

A Divine Tribulation has actually fallen…

Who has fallen?

Could it be the Grandmaster of Haoran Academy in Jiangnan Dao?

Or perhaps the ancestor of the Ancient Family, the Fang Family, in Jiangnan Dao?

But some, upon seeing the ground full of Black Armor Guards’ corpses from afar, speculated that the fallen Divine Tribulation could be Ji Moli!

Xi Xi fell into a daze, then turned her head and saw Li Che holding her.

So, it isn’t a dream!

“Daddy!”

Xi Xi hugged Li Che, pouting.

Li Che ruffled Xi Xi’s head.

Suddenly, it seemed something dawned on Xi Xi, and she abruptly opened her eyes, grabbed Li Che’s hand, and dashed away into the distance.

“Daddy, hurry! Yun E and Zhou Peng!”

Xi Xi’s face was full of urgency.

…

…

Whoosh whoosh whoosh…

The wind blew through the dense forest, whipping up a moderate breeze.

The wind and rain, mixed with snowflakes, gently drifted down, bringing a slight chill.

In the dense forest, two deep pits exploded.

In the deep pit, smoke and dust billowed upward, and divine power overflowed…

Zhou Peng’s entire being completely transformed into a Temple God form, his fat head and ears resembling a pig’s, he slowly opened his eyes, and just this action alone caused him extreme pain.

His entire body was covered in fine cracks.

He didn’t even have the strength to move a finger.

The Temple God’s power was utterly exhausted; he knew that this lifetime had truly reached its end.

This reincarnation, after all, was a failure.

He let out a resigned laugh.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and his eyes rolled, glancing sideways into the distance.

There, too, was a deep pit, but due to the depression of the pit, Zhou Peng couldn’t clearly see Yun E within it.

Pain and panic flashed in Zhou Peng’s eyes.

His body, covered in cracks, forced itself to move, the tearing pain engulfing him.

Blood trickled down.

He began to crawl toward the other deep pit, leaving a trail of bright red blood on the ground.

Rain hit his face, making it even harder to open his eyes.

But Zhou Peng allowed the tearing pain to persistently assault his brain, trying to crush his spirit.

He still kept crawling.

Finally, reaching the edge of the pit, he looked into the other pit.

There he saw Yun E, lying quietly in the deep pit, motionless, as if shrouded by the gentle moonlight.

On Zhou Peng’s hideous face, a rare trace of tenderness appeared.

He grinned crookedly.

And then, flipping over, he rolled from the pit’s edge downward.

Covered in mud, filthy and disgraced.

At long last.

He rolled next to Yun E, his whole body motionless, as if lifeless.

But after a long while…

Zhou Peng slowly and tremulously extended his hand.

He gently grasped one of Yun E’s fingers, which had already lost all color.

A low voice, filled with contentment, echoed in the deep forest pit, and then, everything turned completely silent.

“Heh heh…”

“This lifetime…”

“I caught you.”