As a Father, I Just Want to Watch You Achieve Immortality

The Nine Dragons River outside the city and the Nine Dragons River excavated within the city were entirely two different rivers.

One was constantly tempestuous, with waves exploding continuously, roaring endlessly, undulating vigorously, and surging with hidden currents, such that even Grandmaster Warriors dared not plunge into its depths.

The other, however, was extremely calm, resembling a tame colt, utterly devoid of temper, subject to manipulation at will.

Yet, in reality, both were the Nine Dragons River.

Many carriages approached the riverbank at a specific spot, a massive cliff stone, beaten by the river into a rugged and fierce appearance, clearly angular as if carved by steel blades.

This giant rock was none other than a stone from the Eight-Armed Prison Lotus Furious Third Prince’s Mysterious Temple, closest to the heart of the river.

Standing here, one could distinctly feel that turbulent, surging, and extremely volatile divinity.

The people of Golden Light Prefecture had named this stone "Listening Fury Cliff Stone."

Standing on this immense cliff stone, broad as a plateau, one could hear the furiously enraged roars of the Third Crown Prince.

Thus, it was called "Listening Fury Cliff Stone."

Carriage after carriage dashed through the wind and rain, with rain slapping on the cliff stone, the water flowing like a waterfall rapidly inclining towards the great river.

Nan Lihuo was the first to step out, walking and parting the rain curtain between heaven and earth.

Following him was Elder Jiao Shaoqiu, who was suppressing and sealing the Prison Lotus Wind Fire Golden Light Wheel.

The charioteer, after comforting the Flood Dragon Horse, was surprisingly carrying a large spear and silently followed the elder, his muscles twitching, his blood surging, emitting a woeful chi!

This charioteer was a Great Grandmaster!

He silently guarded Jiao Shaoqiu.

After Nan Lihuo were Wang Kuyu and several other elders of the Divine Sect.

Wang Kuyu did not compete for the spotlight with Nan Lihuo, and although he was a Divine Primordial True Person, he was very low-key, standing together with Li Qingshan, Zhu Hong Dou, Zhang Qing Zheng, and Weng Wuyu, four elders of the Divine Sect.

One could say that the high-level power of the Golden Light Sub-sect was all gathered here.

Following them, the Temple Control Bureau side, led by the Grandmaster Zhu Chaoyang from Dao City Supervisor, with Xie Jing standing to the side, Tie Shancai with crossed arms, lips curled, displaying disdain while standing amongst the crowd.

The Qintian Observatory side was led by Supervisor Hu Yingyue, with Lu Yao, Lin Xiu, and others standing quietly on the side, Lu Yao, despite being a Divine Primordial True Person, did not outshine others like Zhu Chaoyang, leading Tang Ren and quietly drawing back.

From the direction of the City Lord’s Mansion.

Su Huaili accompanied by Young Prince Ji Haihui, alighted from the carriage, standing at the forefront.

Whoosh whoosh!

The rain roared and washed away.

Thud—

A peal of bell thunder exploded!

Zhang Qing Zheng, dressed in a Confucian robe, stepped forward from the Divine Sect’s formation.

His face, as bitter as coptis and utterly expressionless, was as cold as could be.

He chanted something loudly, his voice rising and falling, enwrapped in overwhelming divinity, echoing between heaven and earth, resounding in everyone’s ears.

After the carriage halted, the adults each led their Spirit Children down from the carriages.

Li Che, holding Xi Xi, alighted from the carriage, while Zhang Ya and Shangguan Qinghong did not disembark but also held an oiled paper umbrella, squatting on the wagon looking out.

Crack crack!

The thunder and lightning roared, the wind and rain bellowed!

The flickering lightning seemed like a blue dragon darting through the dark clouds.

The Divine Guard Army, holding weapons, spread out in the surroundings, maintaining order while also displaying the majesty of the City Lord’s Mansion.

As an elder in charge of rituals at the Divine Sect, Zhang Qing Zheng was experienced in ceremonial matters.

A rosewood long table was set up in the storm, arranged at the edge of the Listening Fury Cliff Stone, facing the Nine Dragons River, and directly opposite was that temple shrouded in the storm, barely visible, its supremely terrifying divinity as if tearing the heavens and earth apart.

Burning incense, offering prayers, Zhang Qing Zheng’s expression was grave.

Nan Lihuo, later joining as the Sect Master, also added an incense stick, inserting it into the incense burner.

The wind and rain howled, huge raindrops falling, yet unable to extinguish the three sticks of incense planted in the incense burner!

These were special material incenses, burning not ash, but divinity!

The rising smoke surged skyward, slowly isolating the wind and rain surrounding the Listening Fury Cliff Stone!

The roaring Nine Dragons River seemed to have quieted down.

The raging waves became calm.

It was as if those terrifying beings, locked at the bottom of the river, were gradually quieting down, beginning to listen to the sacrificial phrases, calming their hearts.

When all rituals were completed.

In front of Listening Fury Cliff Stone, there was a complete calm.

The murmurs of many people resounded, curiously observing the strange power that shielded the raging rain.

Li Che looked up, feeling quite amazed.

Was this really communicating with the Mysterious Temple?

Communicating with the Temple God of the Four Royal Mysterious Temples?

Wasn’t it said that the Mysterious Temples needed to be conquered before normal communication could occur, just like that temple on Golden Light Peak?

This Third Prince’s Mysterious Temple, which hadn’t been conquered yet, could still initiate normal communication?

The atmosphere was very quiet, no one spoke.

Even the Noble Families like the Qin Family, the Hai Family, and others within Golden Light Prefecture City remained composed and quiet, not daring to speak loudly. Experience tales at

Finally, everyone’s eyes began to stir.

Because, the old man holding a Golden Wheel in his hand moved, his white-haired head and simple long robe stepping out into the fierce wind.

In the City Lord’s Mansion, Su Huaili pulled Young Prince Ji Haihui by his side, wearing a gentle smile, slightly bowing to Jiao Shaoqiu.

Young Prince Ji Haihui’s purple eyes gleamed like mirrors as he followed in bowing.

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