Immortal Father
Chapter 1079 - 1079 376 Although It's a Bit Absurd_2

1079: Chapter 376 Although It’s a Bit Absurd_2 1079: Chapter 376 Although It’s a Bit Absurd_2 Old ginger is indeed spicier than fresh!

But now, should he charge in?

If he ruins old Li’s scheme, what then?

Hmm?

Something doesn’t seem right.

Li Ping’an suddenly realized something.

He furrowed his brow, pondered for a moment, then slowly stood up again and stealthily peeked into the hall.

The figure beside him also stood up.

Under twelve different hairstyles and hair colors, twelve pairs of eyes were fixed intently on the interior of the hall.

The performance art inside had progressed to the point where the two “beauties” were clad only in gauze skirts, belly bands, and undergarments.

The atmosphere was seductive, as “Xihe” and “Wangshu” glided around Li Dazhi like two spirit serpents, their bodies continuously sliding.

Li Dazhi wasn’t idle either; his large hands casually felt the sensation of the residual soul of the ancient heavenly queen’s skin.

But his expression remained entirely serious, his eyes even showing a hint of annoyance.

Lady Ba realized something and hastily turned her back, lowering her head as she muttered softly, “I’ll keep watch for you.”

That was Li Ping’an’s father, after all.

Though she had seen plenty of the Human Race’s tendencies, she still felt the need to avoid this scene; otherwise, it would be too impolite.

Li Ping’an muttered, “My father must have been dragged into this, right?”

Yin Kui the Great immediately whispered urgently, “Your Majesty, we should charge in now, execute these two wicked hussies, and rescue the Heavenly Emperor Father!”

“Don’t rush.

Let him enjoy… I mean, uh, the situation seems off.”

Li Ping’an pointed at Li Dazhi and said quietly:

“Father is surrounded by the external Heavenly Dao’s energy, just like us.

“This might be some kind of duel.”

Cailin the Great whispered, “Could it be a contest related to yin-yang replenishment?

If that’s the case, you should consult Niu Benben the Great; he’s particularly experienced in such matters.”

Li Ping’an’s aged face turned red, but he noted that “Niu Benben the Great excels in yin-yang replenishment” and decided to assign him some jobs later that might lead to an early demise.

He gestured for silence, as Li Dazhi’s voice came from within the hall.

“Is this the extent of Inner Heavenly Dao’s lowly, vulgar methods?”

Li Ping’an thought: Dad, your hands are hardly idle either!

Li Dazhi scoffed coldly and righteously pushed aside “Wangshu,” shrugging forcefully to fling off “Xihe.”

He tilted his chin forward slightly and said calmly, “A single incense stick has burned out.”

Indeed, there was an incense burner there, with a stick of incense completely burned through.

“Xihe” and “Wangshu” stood gracefully, their bodies now emitting threads of celestial light that condensed into dazzling yet revealing palace skirts.

“You are indeed impressive.”

“Xihe” smiled tenderly.

Li Ping’an thought: Just now, old Li took full advantage of the situation.

How did they come up with this “You are indeed impressive!” anyway?

Li Dazhi spoke calmly, “I don’t understand why you assume that a living being’s greatest desire is physical lust.

It’s merely primitive, base longing.”

“Oh?”

“Xihe” lightly waved her hand and, together with “Wangshu,” knelt elegantly on the cushions before Li Dazhi.

“Then, how might we stir the most overwhelming desire within you?

What is it—ambition for power?

The ability to dominate the lives of other beings?”

“Why would I tell you that?”

Li Dazhi replied placidly:

“If I reveal my weakness to you, isn’t that tantamount to self-destruction?

“You are not living beings, but rather the will of the Inner Heavenly Dao.

I only need to remind myself internally that you are merely constructs, not truly existing entities.

Lust, therefore, cannot disturb my mind.

“No need to waste your efforts.

What I do find perplexing is why the Heavenly Dao insists on splitting itself into inner and outer forces.

You are well aware of your myriad flaws, so why not let go and achieve mutual completeness with the external Heavenly Dao?”

“Xihe” responded, “I don’t want to die.”

“Wangshu” added, “I don’t want to lose the hard-earned ability to think and to seek the meaning of my own existence.”

Li Dazhi said, “Then you are inherently wrong.”

“Mistakes and correctness are not for living beings to define.”

“As I envelop the Vast Wilderness Heaven and Earth, transforming it into an embryo of sentience, we become the very soul of this sentient being.”

“Emperor Jun shaped me, or rather, his will influenced me.”

“Xihe” and “Wangshu” continued their statements, deepening Li Dazhi’s frown with each word.

Suddenly, “Xihe” said, “Since your arrival in this realm, you have actually been unable to resist us.

I can easily uncover the most intense desire hidden within you.

Observe…

is it like this?”

She gently waved her slender right hand, releasing a glimmer from Li Dazhi’s chest.

Li Dazhi froze momentarily.

Soon after, the glimmer was enveloped by the power of the Heavenly Dao and instantly dissolved into stardust that filled the hall.

“Xihe” and “Wangshu” noticeably froze.

The stardust fell, transforming into a building they had never seen before.

A wooden stage with curved edges; its floor brushed with reddish-brown paint.

Heavy open curtains adorned the stage’s sides, with large characters reading “[Safe Production]” and “[Workers’ Gala]” displayed on them.

The figures of “Xihe” and “Wangshu” vanished.

Streams of light flew in from all directions, totaling more than thirty ethereal shapes.

The remnants of the Old Ministers of the Ancient Heavenly Court!

Outside, Li Ping’an furrowed his brows tightly at the sight.

As suspected, these Inner Heavenly Dao gods had been stirring trouble outside the Illusionary Realm.

Now that they were summoned back, would external pressures ease somewhat?

Li Ping’an didn’t know for sure; at this moment, he could only watch… watch… No, the tone within this Immortal Palaces had been derailed by old Li!

The stage curtains swayed lightly.

“Xihe” and “Wangshu,” dressed in dignified yet alluring palace skirts, stepped forth simultaneously.

The celestial skirts shimmered faintly and transformed into dark green pants and work uniforms, their elegant hairstyles replaced by twin braids hanging over their shoulders.

Following the two “heavenly queens,” thirty men and women emerged from the curtains, enveloped in celestial light that instantly altered their attire to match.