Chapter 931: Chapter 285: Mysterious Fog Reveals Temple God Carving, Wood Carving Cracks and Elder Li Completely Loses Sanity [Request for Monthly Ticket]_4

Suddenly.

The commander of the Divine Guard Army at the Daoist Master Mansion, clad in golden armor, quickly approached and whispered something into Yue Weizheng’s ear.

Yue Weizheng’s expression immediately changed.

“Quick, quick, invite them in!”

He hurriedly stood up and brushed off his clothes.

Meanwhile, Yue Linghu in the leisure pavilion was stunned.

“Linghu, go back inside the house.”

Yue Weizheng said.

Yue Linghu understood immediately and left without hesitation.

A moment later, the golden-armored commander brought two figures wearing hats and cloaked in black robes from outside the courtyard.

“Young Taoist Master, the guests have arrived.”

The golden-armored commander cupped his hands and was dismissed by the Young Taoist Master Yue Weizheng.

After the golden-armored commander had completely left.

The Young Taoist Master’s expression shifted slightly, revealing a mix of solemnity, excitement, and sorrow…

“Your Highness, it’s been thirty years since we last parted in the Divine Capital. I deeply miss your unparalleled elegance at the ‘Flat Peach Victory Meeting’ in the Divine Capital, which truly reminded me of the Prince’s grace!”

Young Taoist Master Yue Weizheng cupped his hands respectfully and said.

“Brother Weizheng, indeed, long time no see.”

The hat was removed, revealing a heroic face with pitch-black eyes and wild, black hair swirling in the air.

Just one glance from him sent a chill down Yue Weizheng’s spine.

Beside the man, the other figure also removed his hat, revealing a strikingly handsome face, but with two sharp dragon horns growing from his forehead, and eyes of swirling purple, as if a dragon shadow was writhing within.

“Greetings to the Dragon Prince.”

Yue Weizheng’s heart tensed as he cupped his hands again.

He was deeply shaken, never expecting these two to hide their identities and presence and arrive in Qianyuan Taoist City without a trace.

Their arrival…

Does the Qian Yuan Divine Sect know?!

These two…

They are none other than Ji Lishou, the fourth son of King Ping Luan Ji Moli, one of the four sons endowed with the talent of Purple Qi Reaching Heaven!

Ji Moli’s four sons, born at the same time in four pregnancies by the same mother.

Gifted beyond measure, they inherited Ji Moli’s bloodline, with divinity and majestic Purple Qi.

Thirty years ago, Ji Lishou was already at the first level of Martial Saint during the Flat Peach Victory Meeting hosted by the Empress of Dajing.

Now that thirty years have passed, Ji Lishou’s strength must have further advanced.

Ji Moli’s four sons are his strongest generals, extremely powerful, having slain countless enemies with outstanding military achievements during the standoff with the Corpse God Cult in Jizhou!

Beyond comparison to Ji Haihui.

Beside Ji Lishou is a Dragon Prince of the Dragon God Clan, also known as Ao Qingqing’s biological father, Princess Consort Ao Yuxin’s brother… Ao Lie, a descendant of the Dragon God Lineage.

A being of Dragon King level!

Ao Lie’s handsome face was full of coldness and murderous intent.

Yue Weizheng displayed immense enthusiasm, but his eyes flickered, and his heart was slightly tensed.

These two have such special identities, yet they arrived without fanfare, choosing instead to come in a low-profile manner, which is unusual for them!

Especially Ji Lishou…

The Peaceful Princess was killed, and if he came, it should have been representing King Ping Luan, wrapped in anger.

Coming so low-key now… it must be under Ji Moli’s instruction.

Ji Moli…

What is he planning?!

…

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Divinity in the world was becoming denser, with Mysterious Fog churning, making the divine atmosphere extremely oppressive, rendering breathing exceedingly difficult.

The entire Divine Carving Ridge fell silent.

The pilgrim wood carvings ceased their trembling, becoming obediently quiet.

However, within each wood carving, tiny bits of divinity were being drawn out and scattered into the air, floating in the Mysterious Fog as if forming scattered stars.

Li Che held an engraving knife, concentrating intently.

Before him, the Six-Eared Prison Lotus Divine Monkey Two-Minded Great Saint Temple Divine Sculpture carved from Mortal Wood was nearing completion, its form vividly brought to life.

Li Che gripped the engraving knife as he began the final touches!

Everyone’s breath quickened, knowing the most crucial moment was approaching, whether Li Che could carve out a Half-Saint Wood Carving hinged on this final finish!

“Can he succeed?”

Chief Supervisor Hong Shifu’s eyes flashed with disbelief.

The Divine Sculpture Path allowed no room for error, one mistake would cause the wood carving’s divine charm to deviate vastly from its conception, making the creation of a perfect Half-Saint Divine Sculpture even more impossible.

Buzzing—-

Li Che’s breathing sounded as if the world around him had fallen silent.

Only the sound of the Dao Fruit within his chest, the [Immortal Artisan] Dao Fruit, echoed, beating with a frequency far exceeding before!

At this moment, the lv5 level Immortal Artisan Dao Fruit was fully activated by Li Che!

As the first stroke of the final touch fell.

Instantly…

The Mysterious Fog, which was originally suspended invisibly around the world, began to churn, as if guided by Li Che’s engraving knife blade, madly rushing towards the wood carving!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—-

Fierce winds roared and gusts ran wild!

Buzz—-

The influx of divinity seemed to breathe life into the Divine Sculpture, transforming it from an inanimate object into a living entity, beginning to turn vivid and lifelike!

However!

Just when everyone thought everything was stable.

A crisp, sharp sound suddenly echoed within the workshop at Divine Carving Ridge.

Though subtle, in the currently pin-drop quiet Divine Carving Ridge, that cracking sound…

Was as clear as a thunderclap booming through layers of cloud domes!

The eyes of Zhou Tianshui and Yun Haiyang, the two Divine Sculpture Masters, narrowed tightly, jumping from their chairs instantly, trembling uncontrollably, with ten fingers on their hands shaking at a visible frequency.