Immortal Father
Chapter 1064 - 1064 370 Braving the Inner Heavenly Dao Alone!_2

1064: Chapter 370: Braving the Inner Heavenly Dao Alone!_2 1064: Chapter 370: Braving the Inner Heavenly Dao Alone!_2 Li Ping’an hummed thoughtfully, clutching the fallen seal, whose power had been largely sealed by the Heavenly Dao, in his palm, and pulled down the Xuantian Tower, made it smaller, tied it to his hairband using his hairpin, and began to search the area carefully.

This was a small island, not covering a large area, and Li Ping’an quickly finished exploring it.

No grass grew on the island, where broken planks and stones could be seen everywhere, as if a grand palace had once tumbled down from the sky and shattered into pieces upon this land.

Standing on a small hill at the center of the island, Li Ping’an relied on his eyesight to search the area.

The grey sky felt somewhat low, oppressive, giving Li Ping’an a feeling of gloom.

Occasionally, a breeze would rustle through, causing the bloodied waters surrounding the island to ripple slightly.

Suddenly, Li Ping’an’s pupils contracted.

About ten miles away from him, another grey island was covered in golden light, with several golden chains emerging from the end of the light, extending towards the sky.

Faintly visible above in the grey sky was a resplendent golden palace, floating amongst the clouds.

Lady Ba had been swallowed and confined by such chains.

‘Could it be a trap?’

Li Ping’an blinked his eyes.

After entering the belly of the Heavenly Dao, what traps could he possibly fear?

Li Ping’an leapt down from the hill, picked up some wooden planks on the island, and quickly crafted them into a makeshift boat and paddles.

Although his cultivation emphasized his Primordial Spirit, he was already at the threshold of becoming a Golden Immortal, and the strength of his Dao Body was pretty impressive too.

The oars, flung by him, left trails of afterimages, and a red line appeared on the surface of the bloodied water; he covered the ten miles in just a short while.

As Li Ping’an neared the island, he could see the situation on it more clearly.

The island was still lifeless, draped in shades of grey.

A figure was trapped on a stone pillar at the island’s center, but the dazzling golden light prevented Li Ping’an from getting a clear look.

‘That doesn’t look like Lady Ba, does it?

Lady Ba has a fabulous figure and waves of curly hair rarely seen in the Desolate Era, but this person has hair in disarray, tall stature, and looks more like a man?’

After pondering for a moment, Li Ping’an decided to go ashore to take a look around and test the current power of the Xuantian Tower at the same time.

He stealthily approached the second island.

An invisible force field emerged in front of him, but the resistance was light, and it vanished instantly as the Xuantian Tower vibrated gently.

Li Ping’an circled halfway around the island, picked up a wooden plank to use as a shield, and cautiously stepped into the area bathed in golden light.

The golden light scattered away as if encountering its natural enemy.

Moving closer, Li Ping’an suddenly got a clear view of the figure at the center of the golden light and involuntarily opened his mouth, almost cursing out loud.

Minghe Ancestor!

At the center of this small island stood a stone pillar engraved with complex patterns of The Great Dao, radiating a strong force of the Heavenly Dao.

Minghe Ancestor was pressed against the pillar, his body completely bare, posed like the character ‘Tai,’ with limbs and neck encircled by golden chains, and two massive golden hooks piercing through his shoulder blades.

A hint of understanding emerged in Li Ping’an’s heart.

The patterns on the stone pillar, it was the Dao of slaughter belonging to Minghe Ancestor.

If he could meditate here, observing the naked Minghe Ancestor and the stone pillar, he might discern some Divine Skills and cultivation methods of the Dao of slaughter.

‘How marvelous.’

Li Ping’an slightly raised his eyebrows, squatting behind the plank, he examined the scene carefully.

Is this it?

Is this all there is to Minghe Ancestor?

This level of skill and he talks about Hedao?

Isn’t this just willingly handing over benefits to the Heavenly Dao?

It’s practically a gift to the Ancestor.

If Li Ping’an wasn’t worried that his presence would disperse the force of the Heavenly Dao sealing Minghe Ancestor, he would have liked to go up and degrade Minghe Ancestor’s pose from ‘Tai’ to ‘Da,’ and give himself some satisfaction.

Huh?

Where are the Yuan Tu Sword and the Sword of Abi?

Li Ping’an’s index finger twitched as he scanned the area, but no other objects were in sight.

He quietly stepped back, looking up at the sky several times, noting the Immortal Palaces there.

‘Xihe’ should be inside, right?

What is hidden inside that Immortal Palace?

Li Ping’an was puzzled, but it wasn’t the time for rash actions.

Holding the wooden shield, he quietly retreated and resumed his search.

About half an hour later, Li Ping’an arrived at a third island.

At the center of this island, there lay a huge broken sword with its tip pointing obliquely towards the sky.

He climbed to the top of the broken sword without much effort;

Gazing far and wide, he found that the lake, congealed from blood, had its shores, bordered by a greyish mist, somewhat reminiscent of the Dragon Ancient Realm he remembered.

This type of desolate island, with nothing but ashes, numbered twenty or thirty within his field of vision, and about seven or eight islands had golden chains.

These chains extended into the grey sky, where a palace likely hung above each one.

Where was Lady Ba?

With a sigh in his heart, Li Ping’an knew he had to continue his search, no matter where she was.

To do a good job, one must first sharpen one’s tools.

Li Ping’an fully utilized his Artifact Refining skills, gathering stone and wood from various places to make a simple hand-cranked propeller.

In his heart, he drafted a rudimentary map and marked the location where Minghe Ancestor was.

As long as he could successfully rescue Lady Ba, then he would have to think about how to elevate Minghe Ancestor from the ‘Da’ status.

Moments later, Li Ping’an sat on a larger plank, his right hand rapidly turning the crank, creating a blurring trail of wooden paddles spinning like fan blades.

A blood-red streak skimmed over the blood lake, reflecting the small islands shrouded in golden light with dangling chains beneath them.

This process felt to Li Ping’an like opening blind boxes – not dangerous, but thrilling.