Immortal Father
Chapter 1074 - 1074 374 The Death of Wuwu

1074: Chapter 374: The Death of Wuwu 1074: Chapter 374: The Death of Wuwu Mo Linyuan’s Primordial Spirit alone remained here.

His Primordial Spirit retained the appearance he usually presented to others—a long dark green robe, and a slightly ridiculous felt hat upon his head.

Now, he was curled up tightly, as though encountering some enormous terror, some profound eeriness, trembling intermittently.

Li Ping’an stood before him with his hands behind his back.

The Lady Ba, having effortlessly dismantled several nearby Immortal Palaces, landed beside Li Ping’an and placed a hand upon his shoulder.

She continued to charge him with power.

More and more shadows began to gather around them.

They had no clothing, relying solely on scales and fur to cover their forms, rendering the scene increasingly unsettling.

Lady Ba asked, “Should we just kill him outright?”

“Mo Linyuan likely understands the Inner Heavenly Dao most intimately,” Li Ping’an replied, “Interrogate him first.”

“Alright,” Lady Ba raised her sword fingers and pointed towards the chains above Mo Linyuan’s head.

A flame sword infused with Calamity Force flew out, easily slicing the chains apart.

Mo Linyuan remained unresponsive.

Li Ping’an took the giant axe handed over by Niu Benben and rested it on Mo Linyuan’s shoulder.

The Outer Heavenly Dao’s power used the axe as a medium, swiftly enveloping Mo Linyuan’s entire Primordial Spirit.

Mo Linyuan trembled a few times all over.

Low whimpers escaped his lips, and the emptiness in his bewildered eyes began to show traces of emotion.

At this moment, in this place, this old, crow-like figure suddenly saw Li Ping’an.

His gaze instantly filled with horror.

“Maj—Majesty!

It’s Majesty!

Majesty, please spare me!

I won’t reveal your secrets to anyone!”

Mo Linyuan stammered and pleaded:

“I will surely keep my mouth shut!

Please, don’t kill me!

I only wish to live…

Is it wrong to want to live?

Don’t all beings just want to survive?”

“It’s Heavenly Dao that misled me to do it; it’s the Heavenly Dao manipulating me!”

Li Ping’an stepped forward voluntarily.

With the Xuantian Tower affixed atop his head and the battle-formidable Lady Ba at his side, he feared no sudden uprising from Mo Linyuan.

Li Ping’an fixed his eyes upon Mo Linyuan’s aged, despairing gaze.

“Do you truly wish to live?”

Mo Linyuan frantically nodded.

Li Ping’an spoke indifferently, “How does one leave the Illusionary Realm of the Inner Heavenly Dao?”

“L-Leave?”

Mo Linyuan belatedly comprehended his surroundings and urgently answered with a quivering voice:

“The gate to leave lies beneath the lake.

Dive to the lake’s depths to find the gate, and it will lead you to the other side of the Illusionary Realm.

This place was originally constructed from the mind-sea of this humble servant.

It is merely one side of the Illusionary Realm; there is another side.

The other side constitutes the true core of the Inner Heavenly Dao.

From there, one can escape.

You must find the island with six Immortal Palaces floating above it.

Leap down, descend continuously, and you will discover the means to enter the other side!”

Li Ping’an asked, “The residual souls of Xihe and Wangshu—are they there?”

“Yes, yes,” Mo Linyuan replied hurriedly, “Their soul imprints are there.

Let me sense them for you… Most of the soul imprints of the Old Ministers of the Heavenly Court are there… They are controlling the Sea of Blood and the Asura tribes.

The Sea of Blood is poised to flow towards East Continent.

The Three Teachings’ Immortals have only managed to block part of the Sea of Blood’s power…”

Li Ping’an furrowed his brows tightly.

Those Blood Rivers weren’t everything?

Does the Inner Heavenly Dao have other methods to direct the Sea of Blood’s strength toward East Continent?

This was something he hadn’t anticipated.

Li Ping’an continued, “How can this Illusionary Realm be shattered?”

“It cannot be shattered!

This is the Illusionary Realm of the Inner Heavenly Dao!

Although it originated in this humble servant’s heart-sea conception, it has now fused with the Inner Heavenly Dao itself!”

Mo Linyuan responded tremblingly:

“This place can only decay, wither, be assimilated by the Outer Heavenly Dao—it cannot be shattered.

Otherwise, it would signify the collapse of Heavenly Dao.

It is the Dao’s laws that are twisted, not material things!”

Li Ping’an asked, “Do these residual souls of the Old Ministers of the Ancient Heavenly Court have any weaknesses?”

Mo Linyuan let out a long sigh: “They are mere puppets—all varieties, puppets of the Inner Heavenly Dao.

The Inner Heavenly Dao’s ability to maintain its struggle against the Outer Heavenly Dao, their mutual incompatibility, all stems from the existence of these residual souls.

Together, they—alongside this humble servant—define the Inner Heavenly Dao.”

“Then why are you chained here?”

“This humble servant… This humble servant only desires to live, and has no wish to become like them—a puppet of the Inner Heavenly Dao.

That is no longer a being, nor survival.”

Mo Linyuan’s eyes filled with bewilderment:

“Majesty, Majesty, you will spare this humble servant, won’t you?

This humble servant has given you so many treasures and devoted myself entirely to your service.

Surely, Majesty, you’ll need this humble servant someday.”

Li Ping’an asked further, “If Ancestor Minghe escapes the constraints of the Inner Heavenly Dao, would his Great Dao of Slaughter pose a threat to the Inner Heavenly Dao?”

Mo Linyuan seemed to awaken abruptly.

His gaze fixed upon Li Ping’an, his lips trembling, his Primordial Spirit on the verge of disintegration.

Suddenly, Mo Linyuan exclaimed in shock, “You’re not Emperor Jun!”

“Oh?” Li Ping’an leisurely stood upright.

“What makes you say that?”

“You are Li Ping’an… You deceived Lu Ya!

You only wanted Lu Ya to lead a group of skilled fighters away from Western Continent… You’re not Emperor Jun!”

Mo Linyuan laughed and cried all at once:

“Haha!

Sob-sob!

You’ve fooled us all!

We’ve all been deceived!

If only I’d known!

If only I’d known!

But now you won’t kill me, will you?

Li Ping’an, you won’t go back on your word, right?

You are a man of honor!”

“Did I promise you anything earlier?”

Li Ping’an replied coolly:

“Even supposing I were a man of honor, must a man of honor necessarily allow himself to be taken advantage of one-sidedly?

I am the Heavenly Emperor.

Ruthless and unrelenting.”

With those words, Li Ping’an retrieved several Storage Treasures from within his sleeve.

These were the treasures Mo Linyuan had once delivered to him.

—The riches inside had long been transferred to the Cangyue Bead.

The Storage Treasures disintegrated rapidly upon leaving Li Ping’an’s palm, reducing to wisps of ash that dissipated into nothingness.

“Majesty!”

Mo Linyuan sensed the killing intent among the surrounding figures and called out quiveringly:

“Majesty!

You cannot do this!

I can…”

The power of the Inner Heavenly Dao enveloped him once again, his eyes instantly reverting to lifeless emptiness and confusion.