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Chapter 1763: Chapter 459: The Arrival of All Gods to Guard Equaling Heaven, Heart Monkey Fire Refines Dragon Elephant Immortal Seed to Major Accomplishment [Monthly Ticket Requested]

The Great Saint’s Corpse?

The Corpse of the Qitian Temple God?!

Li Che’s hairs stood on end, each one erect like steel needles, sharp enough to pierce the air.

The sound of pounding war drums echoed continuously through the entire palace complex, this Qitian Inner City, connected to the Mysterious Que, located at the junction of the Inner Mysterious Que and Earth Deceit Que.

A dense Mysterious Fog surged incessantly, a boundless divinity seemingly solidified within, merging with the fog. With each breath a person took, it seemed enough to siphon the divinity into the body.

Golden light swelled and trembled between Li Che’s eyebrows, a sign that the Star Plucking Pupil had been driven to its extreme by him.

The Heaven and Earth chessboard continued spinning in the air!

He fixed his gaze on the depths of the Qitian Inner City, where a splendid palace, erect with a Hun Yuan Ruyi Golden Cudgel, stood. The palace was resplendent in gold and jade, with glazed tiles and golden bricks, red pillars and white jade walls, carved with divine patterns, exuding nobility.

It could be said, this was the most splendid strange temple palace Li Che had ever seen.

However, Li Che cared nothing for these; in his eyes, only the stone coffin in that strange temple remained, with the furry corpse lying inside.

The corpse was incredibly dry and cold, looking somewhat gaunt, with shriveled fur clinging tightly to its bones.

Dense death qi and corpse qi spilled out from the stone coffin, like boiling water gurgling and flowing out from both sides of the coffin.

The stone coffin was very plain and simple, in stark contrast to the magnificent and noble palace.

On top of the stone coffin, a black lotus pattern was engraved, seeming somewhat eerie.

Li Che’s heart trembled slightly, this black lotus pattern... could it be the Prison Lotus?

His inner being was no longer calm, stirring up like a turbulent sea...

Is Qitian associated with the Prison Lotus Camp?

And, the Great Saint’s corpse... is it real?

Could a Great Saint also fall?

Li Che’s body trembled slightly; it was the emotional fluctuation of Equal to Heaven’s Face, causing his feelings to surge continuously, as turbulent as waves.

Even though Li Che did not know whether the Qitian of this world was the same as the Great Saint in his memory, there was no denying it: a Great Saint is undoubtedly powerful.

But, could such an existence also die?

The corpse even lay desolate in the coffin, shrouded in death qi and corpse qi.

Suddenly, an extremely strong desire arose within Li Che, a desire to enter this palace, to get close to the coffin, to see if this Great Saint’s body was real.

Even from such a distance, just a glimpse seemed to convey a domineering and immortal power, dispersing across time and space, as if it wanted to shatter his mind, to obliterate his will, like the dominance of a deity that mortals cannot behold.

Dong dong dong dong—

The sound of war drums once again exploded and resounded.

The Mysterious Fog surged and rolled, as if transforming into a gigantic hand, covering the sky and enveloping the palace completely once more.

Even with the Heaven and Earth chessboard, Li Che could no longer see a thing!

Swoosh swoosh—

In the space between heaven and earth, the sound of chains pulling and swaying resonated once more.

Li Che’s gaze slightly narrowed; the Great Saint’s corpse lay in the coffin, so who is this human-like figure pulling the chains, making clattering sounds?

Earlier, observing from Qitian City Outer City toward the Inner City, when the Qitian Inner City shook and opened, a human figure appeared, reflecting radiance, entwined by chains, struggling and howling.

Li Che thought at the time that the one struggling with the chains was the Qitian Temple God.

Now it seems... that might not be the case!

If that struggling human figure wasn’t the Qitian Temple God, who could it be?

So, who exactly is it?!

Puzzlement, confusion, doubts... too many questions swirled in his mind, leaving them untangled and unclear.

Woosh woosh woosh woosh—

The winds blew across the entire Inner City, enveloping cold and chill, carrying a sense of death qi, cold like the depths of a frigid pool, as if to freeze one’s soul.

By his ear, the sound of war drums seemed to gradually fade away.

Li Che stood still, his Mo Shan garb fluttered by the wind for a while.