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

Li Che had transmigrated and, after living nineteen ordinary years, he opted to accept his fate, marrying and having children, striving to support his family. But the moment his daughter was born.... Through his daughter, he rose in status, and his life was no longer ordinary. ... With his daughter’s safe birth, you gained a Dao Fruit, "Immortal Artisan". When his daughter turned one, safe and sound, you gained the Dao Fruit "Dragon Elephant Vajra". At his daughter's age of two, free from illness and disaster, he gained a Dao Fruit, "Pure Heart". By the time his daughter was three, lively and clever, he gained a Dao Fruit, "Chess Saint". His daughter was four, five, six years old.... ... Li Che discovered that with each passing year of his daughter’s age, he could condense a Dao Fruit to enhance himself. From then on, Li Che harbored a simple and unpretentious wish. A Dao Fruit a year, quietly safeguarding longevity. As a father, he only wished... Starting from the warmth of his wife and child by the hearth, to peacefully protect his daughter's immortality. Silently condensing countless Dao Fruits. Henceforth cultivating his spirit, invincible between heaven and earth.

Li Hongtian · 玄幻
分數不夠
496 Chs

Chapter 89: Forging the First Divine Foundation, Desire-Comparing Carnal Kannon

The shriek rent the quiet, and the raindrops fluttering down in the courtyard burst apart, forming a misty haze.

Inside the house.

Fierce heat circulated, with Qi and Blood like a baking furnace, steaming with cold air.

In the incense burner, the twisted column of smoke shot up into the sky, only to be torn asunder by the high winds.

Three wood carvings, stained with blood, seemed to have been soaked in a blood pool, their strong scent of blood intertwining and spreading, making the wood carvings seem alive, screaming and roaring tragically.

Three animals and five livestock, eight large bowls, their blood as if all sucked dry.

The scene at this moment truly became somewhat bizarre.

Li Che sat cross-legged, his brow Niwan opening and closing, the "Wrathful Maitreya" Divinity, pouring out like a river, filling the surroundings.

Woven with invisible forces, constantly embedding, continuously accumulating.