Immortal Father
Chapter 1032 - 1032 360 Like Xihe Not Xihe

1032: Chapter 360: Like Xihe, Not Xihe 1032: Chapter 360: Like Xihe, Not Xihe Previously, when Li Ping’an used the power of the Heavenly Dao to do as he pleased, he did not realize how passive living beings were in the face of the force of the Heavenly Dao.

Even the Great Powers seemed to be so helpless against it.

Fortunately, Li Ping’an was clever enough to switch his approach at the critical moment, using the method of setting a grand vow to cause a resonance with Heavenly Dao.

This grand vow was to “resolve the conflict between the internal and external Heavenly Dao.” As for how to resolve it, when to resolve it…

Setting a grand vow doesn’t mean one has to fulfill it.

Li Ping’an and Guilingling passed through the thin layer of light wall.

As soon as they landed, Li Ping’an turned and looked angrily towards the corner where his father was, and rebuked:

“Mo Linyuan!”

The ugly and bloated crow turned its head to glare at Li Ping’an, then, as if it saw something terrifying, it began to squawk “gaga” and hobbled away to the side, covering its head with its wings.

Li Ping’an was momentarily stunned, then continued to look angry, his right hand grasping the phantasm of the Xuantian Tower.

He was currently unable to harness the power of the Heavenly Dao and the merit of the Heavenly Dao.

The Xuantian Tower should not be summoned outside his body;

But when The Faceless One of the Heavenly Dao appeared for the last time, he left the thirty-three layers of Xuantian Tower in the hands of Li Ping’an’s Primordial Spirit.

He could now wield some of the Xuantian Tower’s powers at will.

It was just a little backdoor left by the Heavenly Dao.

The phantom of the Xuantian Tower spun rapidly, and Li Ping’an, with the slightly bewildered Guilingling, swiftly approached the corner.

The crow monster seemed to grow more fearful, continuously trying to distance itself from Li Ping’an, moving along the edge of the golden light towards the other side, revealing the figure of Li Dazhi in the corner.

Li Ping’an’s Dao heart trembled a few times.

His father’s face was pale as paper, sweaty, his body shaking incessantly.

Wielding the Xuantian Tower, he charged towards the corner.

Getting closer to his father, he could hear the faint chanting noises coming from within his father’s body.

“Dad!”

Li Ping’an called out, and Li Dazhi’s eyelids twitched slightly.

Then there was the clang of a loud noise, Guilingling holding her turtle shell shield, stood in front of the father and son with wide eyes and raised eyebrows, watching every move of the monster.

Guilingling transmitted a reminder: “This strange creature is very strong, and my spiritual sense is a bit scared!”

Li Ping’an’s heart sank.

Looking at his father, he continuously formed hand seals, sending dozens of streams of light into his father’s body.

Li Dazhi had no reaction, and the chanting sound from within him even grew louder.

Guilingling turned to glance at Li Dazhi, opened her little mouth, and exhaled a mouthful of innate spiritual energy stored from earlier years, which had the effect of calming the mind and suppressing the Heart Demon.

Unfortunately, even as the spiritual energy enveloped Li Dazhi’s somewhat plump Dao Body, it still could not suppress the chanting.

Li Ping’an reached out and gently pushed his father, who still did not respond.

Has he become a Heavenly slave now?

That’s not right, father is still resisting, it’s just that all connections between him and the outside world have been cut off by the internal Heavenly Dao.

Without the slightest delay, Li Ping’an moved behind his father, placing his left hand on his father’s back, directing towards the Spirit Platform, gathering Immortal Consciousness, and blasting towards his father’s Spirit Platform.

Having experience in confronting the external Heavenly Dao, he knew that right now one can only rely on the ‘person involved’ and their own will.

Therefore, Li Ping’an, imitating the image in his own memory, adjusted his throat and mimicked the tone and manner of Ms.

Wang Qinfen, and sinisterly said to his father’s Primordial Spirit…

Li Dazhi was in a daze, his Primordial Spirit on the verge of collapse under the assault of the internal Heavenly Dao, with his own thoughts flickering like a candle flame, just waiting for this light to go out, to be extinguished, and then he wouldn’t have to struggle anymore.

In the light, there was only one thought left:

What would happen to his son if he couldn’t hold on and became a Heavenly slave?

Wouldn’t he then become a burden?

And just at that moment, a whiff of familiar breath suddenly appeared, followed by that familiar call of “Old Li.”

“Old Li, you really have got some nerve—remarrying is one thing, but to remarry twice.”

Li Dazhi’s body shuddered a few times.

A series of images began to emerge around his Primordial Spirit.

They were the memories of his youth through old age, the moments he spent with Li Ping’an’s mother.

The internal Heavenly Dao force that enveloped his Primordial Spirit was stretched open by these memories, creating a gap.

Li Dazhi’s Primordial Spirit shone slightly brighter; the little figure with its hands joined together, with wheels of light appearing behind its head.

The chanting noises quickly receded, and the internal Heavenly Dao force was actually dispersed by these wheels of light.

As soon as Li Dazhi opened his eyes, he shouted: “No!

Qinfen, listen to me explain!”

After that, he saw the clever young girl standing not far in front of him, turned his head to glance at the back, and saw Li Ping’an letting out a sigh of relief.

Black lines formed on Li Dazhi’s forehead.

Li Ping’an frowned and complained: “Father, how come you’re still deceived by this old geezer’s trick!”

“No,” Li Dazhi said, covered in cold sweat, “just now, why did I hear your mother’s voice?”

“It must be an illusion.”

Li Ping’an spread his hands and changed the subject: “Dad, look quickly, there’s a monster in front of us.”

Li Dazhi gave his son a glare, took a deep breath, and his complexion recovered a healthy red.

The chanting in his heart and ears was gradually fading away.

Suddenly, the big crow turned its head and looked over, it’s bird head bending backward, the decayed feathers on its chest revealing dozens of heads that once again fixed their gaze on Li Dazhi.

“Dao friend, do you know what Heavenly Dao is?”

Perhaps encouraged by the presence of the great expert Guilingling, Li Dazhi burst out cursing: “I know your grandma’s leg!

You spooky thing trying to bewitch me!

If I could beat you, I would have roasted you on a spit!”

All of the dozens of heads opened their mouths and let out sighs:

“So, you don’t know what Heavenly Dao is.”

“So, you don’t know what Heavenly Dao is…”

Li Ping’an quickly pulled his father aside.

The situation seemed off, the monster that was somewhat fearful of him before seemed to have suddenly been enraged by his father’s words.