As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

Chapter 1276: Chapter 356: Mysterious Turtle Carrying Heavy Eyes—Half-Saint Peak Masterpiece, Defying Destiny, Immortal Artisan’s Fourth Molting [Monthly Ticket Requested]

The howling wind rushed through the hall, white jade railings scattered about, stretching endlessly to the horizon.

The ten-meter-tall scarlet doors of the Divine Palace stood wide open.

A figure sat impressively on a golden light-emitting throne, sculpted with nine dragons full of divine charm, as if they could come to life. His eyes opened and closed, majestic as if mountains were collapsing.

Clad in a golden thread robe from head to toe, his sleeves fluttering, the gold light shone brightly.

With a single glance, he pierced through layers of heavens, shattering the endless falling rain.

He saw above the Qintian Observatory Treasure Building in the Second City, the appearance of the ”Mysterious Turtle Carrying Heavy Eyes” art piece, which was just a hair’s breadth away from achieving the half-saint peak creation of the Holy Hand Divine Sculpture!

The unparalleled severe eyes, seeming to meet that pair of overlapping divine intention’s heavy eyes!

”Chief of the Qintian Observatory... Gongshu Guigu...”

”Divine Power Repeated Pupils, able to glimpse heavenly secrets.”

”With the emergence of the Divine Pole, Heavenly Movements stir, and the mountains and rivers of Great Vista shake...”

He murmured softly, his voice like a booming thunder.

Finally, he sighed.

”Qintian Observatory...”

”No longer the Qintian Observatory of mine anymore.”

The figure seated on the Nine Dragon Golden Throne slowly stood up, and as he rose, it felt as though the divinity of the entire First City was boiling and leaping.

”But, I...”

”Do not believe in destiny!”

...

...

Octagonal Double-eave Water Tower, Qintian Treasure Tower.

Ninth Layer.

The fierce wind suddenly ceased, the turbulent flow no longer churning.

The Mystic Turtle lay quietly on the ground, on its back sat the Chief Supervisor, shrouded in mist, his quiet gaze seemingly piercing through the haze, falling onto the black-robed young man who completed the sculpture.

The edge of the Ninth Layer.

Yue Taofu, Fang Shangzhen, and Hong Shifu saw that the commotion had stopped, and planned to slowly step forward.

However, just as they lifted a step.

The Chief Supervisor seated on the Mystic Turtle’s back slowly raised his hand, lightly pointing toward them with a finger.

The three felt an invisible barrier erected before them, unable to even lift their footsteps.

Yue Taofu and the others immediately understood the Chief Supervisor’s intention.

After clasping their fists in salute, they silently retreated back to the edge of the Ninth Layer.

There was a slight ripple in their hearts, their gaze unconsciously falling on Li Che, eyes filled with amazement, never expecting... Li Che to receive such attention from the Chief Supervisor!

At this moment, Li Che stood at the center of the Ninth Layer, lifting the completed Divine Sculpture in his hands.

The sharp Divine Weapon Carving Knife, imbued with the brilliance of thunder, its tip embedded on the Divine Sculpture, at the pupil of the Chief Supervisor’s repeated pupils.

The divinity of the world gathered into the Divine Sculpture, gradually settling into tranquility.

Leaving only the crisp sound of rain pattering against the black tiles outside the tower.

Li Che gripped the carving knife.

Standing in place, a gentle breeze caressed him, countless scenes seeming to flicker in his eyes, varied knife glints flashing in his mind, as if in an instant, he was continuously carving Divine Sculptures.

A storm gathered and swept across his mind!

”Inhale——”

”Exhale——”

Li Che stood with closed eyes, each breath motionless.

He did not move, and all atop the Ninth Layer of Qintian Treasure Tower stood still, their attention focused on him, as if in awe of and sensing the transformation within him!

Unknown how long had passed.

Perhaps a single breath, or maybe a thousand times over.

Li Che’s carving knife slowly departed from the repeated pupils on the Divine Sculpture, a splinter of emerald green wood, scattering in the breeze.

Li Che gradually opened his eyes, clarity filling his gaze.

A clarity as if seeing through everything.

Vaguely, within...

From his ink-black pupils, a stream of golden smoke flowed, as if a second pair of pupils overlapped upon them!

As though born with heavy eyes!

And in the moment the carving knife lowered, the Divine Sculpture sparkled with flowing light.

Li Che placed down the Divine Sculpture.