Immortal Father
Chapter 1090 - 1090 380 Heavenly Fury Guards!_2

1090: Chapter 380: Heavenly Fury Guards!_2 1090: Chapter 380: Heavenly Fury Guards!_2 Zhao Gongming was currently riding the clouds above the Sea of Blood, patrolling as he prepared to leave with the immortals of the Jie Sect.

In the Land of the Northern Continent, Li Ping’an grinned and raised an eyebrow at his father.

Li Dazhi, in all seriousness, said, “Little Li, you’ve made great progress.

Your mastery of the art of deceit is near perfection.

However, I still need to criticize you a bit.

What’s going on with you?

Lady Ba may be kindhearted and beautiful, but with your current strength, putting your life on the line to save the damsel?

Reckless!”

“I…”

Li Ping’an had prepared a retort long ago.

But seeing his father’s somewhat weary face, he ultimately just gave a sheepish smile.

A few nagging remarks wouldn’t hurt, after all.

Lady Ba and the Great Mage descended together.

The Great Mage flicked out two Nine Revolutions Golden Pills.

Li Ping’an and Li Dazhi accepted them without hesitation and swallowed them down.

Li Ping’an’s body shifted slightly, as if on the verge of breaking through but held back by a bottleneck.

The golden pills dissolved into innate energy, spreading through his Dao Body.

Li Ping’an’s spirits soared instantly, his mana surging, and he looked at the Great Mage with radiant energy beaming from his countenance.

Flames ignited around Lady Ba, and a wide cloak draped over her, entirely concealing her tall and graceful figure.

She raised her hand to smooth her long hair, then strode over to Li Ping’an and handed him the Yuan Tu Sword.

“Your Majesty, I must rush to the Western Continent to join the battle.”

“Very well,” Li Ping’an leapt to his feet and took the Yuan Tu Sword with both hands.

“I’ll handle matters here in the Northern Continent and head there immediately.”

“Mm,” Lady Ba bit her lip gently, then suddenly looked behind Li Ping’an and exclaimed, “Father, why are you here?”

Everyone, including the Great Mage, turned to look.

Li Ping’an spun around to see only empty air behind him, though he felt two faint breaths on his neck.

Turning back, his vision was filled with Lady Ba’s dazzlingly beautiful face.

Her eyes had closed, her long lashes fluttering lightly, and her slightly dark-red, freshly moistened lips pressed sweetly against his own…

Moments later, her figure transformed into a blaze of light and shot off toward the southwest.

The Great Mage and Li Dazhi, both looking skyward, acted as though nothing had happened.

Li Ping’an shrugged and sighed, “What an irresistible charm I have.”

The Great Mage lifted his foot as if to kick him, but Li Dazhi couldn’t help bursting into laughter.

From the clouds in the distance, the Queen Mother of the West, just arriving, pursed her lips slightly and let out a soft snort through her nose, descending slowly toward Li Ping’an.

Thinking this place had already seen its last fight, the Queen Mother of the West’s phoenix-like eyes studied Li Ping’an’s figure.

He had grown stronger yet again.

Not a breakthrough in the Dao Realm, but the mastery he held over the Great Dao seemed even more imposing.

What kind of opportunity had he seized this time?

His body bore many scars, and his demeanor reflected a deep fatigue.

Clearly, he had endured hardships before earning the affection of a beauty.

The Queen Mother furrowed her brows slightly.

Wasn’t it agreed upon—a sovereign and two empresses?

How many has it become now?

Can this man ever restrain himself?

Still, at least the Heavenly Emperor wasn’t Xuanyuan Huangdi.

A harem of three thousand was truly daunting.

At this moment, figures descended rapidly toward Li Ping’an; newly clothed heavenly slaves knelt on one knee around the Heavenly Emperor, placing their hands over their chests in salute.

Li Ping’an shattered the scabs on his body, pulled a long robe over himself, and silently calculated his next steps.

This power—he’d take it.

“Rise.”

All 1,300-plus heavenly slaves rose in unison.

Li Ping’an scanned the crowd, searching, and soon his eyes lit up as he spotted a headless Ancestral Witch lying in the distance.

Xing Tian!

During the earlier chaos, he hadn’t spotted Xing Tian or the corpse of the Ancestral Witch.

The explosion of the internal Heavenly Dao had instead exposed them.

Clutching the Yuan Tu Sword tightly, Li Ping’an spun it skillfully in his hand before declaring aloud:

“From this day forth, the Heavenly Court establishes the Heavenly Fury Guards!

“Yin Kui, Cailin, and Niu Benben, having been minimally affected by the Heavenly Dao and with only a short time since they were assimilated, will temporarily lead!”

Yin Kui the Great, Cailin the Great, and the bullish demon trembled before kneeling to express their gratitude.

Li Ping’an proclaimed in a resonant voice, “Yin Kui, Cailin, lead the Heavenly Fury Guards immediately to the Western Continent to support the Human Race!

Recruit masters from the Hundred Clans if their karmic stains aren’t severe.

The total number must not exceed 300!”

“Understood!”

Yin Kui the Great and Cailin the Great both accepted the order.

Their howls reverberated through the air as 1,300 members of the Heavenly Fury Guards rose skyward, racing southeast toward the Western Continent.

Among them, the weakest were the several hundred battle witches.

Mo Linyuan had handpicked the heavenly slaves back then, investing significant effort;

After becoming heavenly slaves, with the Heavenly Dao’s blessing, their cultivation advanced rapidly with no bottlenecks.

Both Yin Kui and Cailin could now contend with the Human Race’s Great One Golden Immortals.

There were also over ten great demons, many of whom had already reached the Great One Golden Immortal Realm.

Even when restricted by the internal Heavenly Dao, their physical bodies alone were immeasurably powerful.

However, most of them were subdued by Mo Linyuan during ancient times.

Now, even without the Heavenly Dao’s active control, their minds had become “single-threaded” and deeply corrupted; they weren’t particularly bright.

Yin Kui and Cailin fit perfectly: slightly tainted by the Heavenly Dao but still savvy and straightforward in nature.

The only slight imperfection…

Yin Kui was an overly timid lion, and Cailin was naturally scatterbrained.

There was actually a better candidate: Hu Niang, a celestial fox frequently hiding among the heavenly slaves, cautious to avoid standing out too much.

But… Li Ping’an clearly remembered this demoness’s past schemes to sow discord, not to mention her role in several calamities that had befallen the Human Race…

Li Ping’an would later assign her arduous and grim tasks for “refinement.”

From the spoils of the inner Heavenly Dao, Li Ping’an had claimed at least eighty percent.

He then turned his attention to Xing Tian.

A major threat, now poised to be resolved!

Slightly narrowing his eyes, Li Ping’an casually beckoned to Niu Benben, who eagerly trotted over, his massive frame hunched low as he whispered reverently:

“Your Majesty, how may I serve?”

“Go check if Xing Tian is dead.”

“Ah?

Right away!”

Niu Benben leapt toward Xing Tian’s location and returned swiftly.

He reported, “Not dead, Your Majesty!”

Li Ping’an rubbed his nose lightly, speaking calmly, “You…”

Suddenly, the piercing cry of an eagle echoed from afar.

A Roc Bird carried several figures from beyond the horizon, landing before Li Ping’an even faster than the Queen Mother of the West.

On its back were Empress Hou Tu and several experts from the Witch Clan, having just completed their mission supporting the East Continent and now arriving to pay respects to the Heavenly Emperor.

A large witch cried out, “Xing Tian the Ancestral Witch!

Xing Tian the Ancestral Witch has been found!”

“And the body of the Ancestral Forebear!”

“What on earth is going on here?”

Empress Hou Tu’s eyes revealed a hint of concern as she offered Li Ping’an a hurried greeting before gliding toward Xing Tian.

Li Ping’an: …

Wait a minute, is this headless Ancestral Witch that popular within the Witch Clan?

How is he supposed to handle this?

Beside him, Niu Benben whispered, “Your Majesty, what should I do?”

“Ahem,” Li Ping’an patted Niu Benben’s shoulder and replied nonchalantly, “You know what to do.

Go handle your tasks—for now, it’s fine.”

Niu Benben hesitated for a moment, then seemed to understand.

He bowed to Li Ping’an before summoning a black gale and soaring toward the Western Continent.

Information flowed ceaselessly to Li Ping’an.

The Queen Mother of the West descended on her clouds, glancing over Li Ping’an and speaking gently, “Congratulations, Your Majesty, on conquering the internal Heavenly Dao.

The Heavenly Dao dispute here may finally come to an end.”

“The Heavenly Dao dispute isn’t fully resolved yet.”

Li Ping’an cast a glance at the Spirit Platform, where the gray clouds of the Heavenly Dao had been suppressed into a corner, almost coalescing into a Treasure Bead, with the power of incense continuously flowing in—a troublesome matter to address later.

‘Xihe’ and the other deities of the internal Heavenly Dao weren’t truly dead.

The so-called deities of the internal Heavenly Dao were essentially the will incarnate of the Heavenly Dao itself, born to serve a singular purpose.

This issue required prompt resolution.

If not dealt with swiftly, Li Ping’an would remain unable to wield the Lingxiao Palace and Heaven Emperor’s Seal, hindering the development of the Heavenly Court’s plans.

Looking at the Queen Mother of the West, Li Ping’an thought of the direction from which she had come and smiled as he said, “Thank you for your effort.”

The Queen Mother paused slightly, glanced to the side, and murmured softly, “As long as Your Majesty returns safely, that’s all that matters.”

Just then, a streak of immortal light flashed by.

Feng Jigui, the Deputy Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Square Pavilion, rushed down with Luo Xuejing, Li Ping’an’s “personal secretary.”

“Your Majesty!

Your Majesty!”

Feng Jigui suddenly dropped to his knees, wailing loudly:

“Minister Feng self-detonated his Primordial Spirit!

I beg you to save him!

Please use the power of the Heavenly Dao to save Minister Feng!”

“What!?”

Li Ping’an’s body jolted, and he instinctively stepped forward half a pace.

“The Roc Bird… Empress Hou Tu!

Quickly, summon Empress Hou Tu!

How could Minister Feng self-detonate his Primordial Spirit!?”

Feng Jigui hung his head, sobbing, unable to formulate a response.

The Queen Mother of the West appeared confused.

Empress Hou Tu?

Why use the title “Empress”?

Wasn’t Hou Tu just an Ancestral Witch?

And if Minister Feng self-detonated his Primordial Spirit, what could Hou Tu possibly do?