Immortal Father
Chapter 1091 - 1091 381 Eastern King Returns with the Wind Seeking Monthly Pass

1091: Chapter 381: Eastern King Returns with the Wind [Seeking Monthly Pass] 1091: Chapter 381: Eastern King Returns with the Wind [Seeking Monthly Pass] The Roc Bird unleashed its unparalleled speed.

Li Ping’an and his group, along with Lady Ba, arrived at the three cities of Dingxi almost simultaneously.

By this time, the battlefront had already shifted northward.

The Hundred Clans Coalition had learned that the Inner Heavenly Dao had suddenly withered, and that Ancestor Minghe had suffered severe injuries.

As they were long accustomed to fleeing for their lives, the coalition forces quickly retreated after Fenghou detonated her Primordial Spirit.

Fleeing figures streaked outward, fearing even the smallest delay would seal their doom.

Primordial Spirit detonation.

This technique requires a secret method, mastery of the Dao Realm, and extraordinary resolve and courage.

Much like the Demonic Fall Technique, Primordial Spirit detonation carries a “success rate,” and its power is unpredictable—sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

In the chaos of battle, detonation might kill a thousand enemies while wounding eight hundred.

Yet often, by the time the preparation is complete, enemies have already retreated far away.

Thus, Primordial Spirit detonation is seen even less frequently than the Demonic Fall Technique.

But Fenghou chose to do it nonetheless.

She perished, leaving no remains behind—only the shattered fragments of the Eight Trigrams Plate, scattered into dozens of pieces.

The Human Emperor flew into a rage, commanding the pacification of the Western Continent.

Upon hearing of Fenghou’s sacrifice and the heavy injury inflicted upon Chiyou, the armies of the Human Race mourned deeply.

In their grief, over a thousand Immortal elites willingly embraced the Demonic Fall Technique.

The Hundred Clans lost their reinforcements; their defeat now cascaded like a collapsing mountain.

Chiyou had already been removed from the battlefield by several formidable cultivators.

The Western Sect was utterly unprepared for this: Li Ping’an, thought to have been consumed by the Inner Heavenly Dao, had somehow survived its implosion.

Not only had the Inner Heavenly Dao exploded, but Ancestor Minghe had also suffered heavy injuries.

The Yuan Tu Sword had become the ceremonial blade of this newly anointed Heavenly Emperor…

For a time, the Western Sect lost all will to resist.

Their sacred mountain was sealed, malevolent demons scattered, and the millions-strong Dao Soldier army previously mobilized to dominate the main realm began a slow retreat.

Yet their movements were now shadowed by a group of Intercepting Sect Immortals who had been watching from the periphery.

Capturing these Dao Soldiers under Western Sect control—most of whom came from humanity—would surely earn merit from the Heavenly Emperor!

The north of Dingxi’s three cities was in absolute chaos.

Thirteen hundred Heavenly Fury Guards entered the fray, further fueling the fiery turmoil.

The Hundred Clans initially mistook them for reinforcements.

But when this ferocious force severed the coalition’s retreat, the battle was forced into a controlled area within three thousand miles north of the sacred mountain.

Of course, this news, relayed to Li Ping’an later, was nothing but a stream of numbers.

At this moment, he stood atop the walls of Dingxi’s three cities, frowning as he stared at the shattered fragments of the Eight Trigrams Plate brought before him by Feng Jigui.

A sense of suffocating grief weighed on his heart.

Fenghou was gone.

Lady Ba took a glance at the scene, turned around, and flew back toward the battlefield.

The figure of Xuanyuan Huangdi swept past the three cities of Dingxi, leading a group of veteran ministers to pursue the remnants of the Hundred Clans forces.

For now, only Li Ping’an, this soon-to-be Heavenly Emperor, remained here, pondering how to respond to the desperate pleas of the Feng family’s disciples.

Primordial Spirit detonation—how could one undo such a fate?

Li Ping’an had already consulted The Faceless One, who merely shook his head, saying that the Heavenly Dao was incomplete and such feats were impossible right now.

But when Li Ping’an first heard this news, his mind immediately turned to a possible solution.

The hidden grounds within the Sea of Blood—where Great Powers can reincarnate.

Wasn’t the Human Emperor Shennong Shi the reincarnation of the ancient master Daoist Hongyun’s fragmented soul?

However now, Fenghou didn’t even leave behind a fragmented soul…

Li Ping’an exhaled deeply, his gaze fixed on the battlefield before him, littered with lifeless bodies untouched by cleanup.

The sight burned faintly in his heart.

“Your Majesty,” Feng Jigui called out with a lowered head, now somewhat composed.

“If the Heavenly Dao cannot act, I beg you not to be troubled.

Minister Feng…

he surely harbored the resolute heart of sacrificing himself for the Human Race and met his end decisively…”

Low, muffled sobs rose from the surroundings.

Immortal generals turned their heads.

Immortal soldiers were visibly moved.

Li Ping’an, however, turned to look at Houtu, the Ancestral Witch who stood quietly nearby.

Her humanoid form was exceedingly gentle, with an undercurrent of vulnerability.

She wore a loose white gown, resembling a white flower blooming amidst this blood-soaked land.

Noticing the pleading look in Li Ping’an’s eyes, Houtu, though somewhat puzzled, uncertain of how Li Ping’an had learned of her recent insights into Divine Skills, did not shy away.

Instead, she proactively opened her mouth to speak:

“Your Majesty, are you asking me to try?”

Li Ping’an transmitted his response: “Can Fenghou’s fragmented soul be reassembled?”

—He avoided speaking openly, both to ease the burden on Houtu and to prevent giving Feng Jigui and others false hopes that were unlikely to materialize.

Houtu considered carefully and replied softly: “I cannot guarantee whether fragmented souls can be reassembled; perhaps I could locate a few threads of lingering essence…

But Your Majesty, I wish to ask you a question.”

Li Ping’an countered: “Are you asking if, should I rescue others, I must rescue everyone—why single out Fenghou alone?”

Houtu confirmed gravely: “Precisely.

Could Your Majesty answer this?”

“Because Fenghou was both my mentor and friend.

He helped me immensely, offering countless conveniences, gifting the Heavenly Square Pavilion, and disbanding the Wind Whisper Guard.

The rapid development of the Heavenly Court owes much to Fenghou’s contributions.”

Li Ping’an explained:

“To ask you to save Fenghou is born of my personal sentiment.

“As for public duty…

Building the Heavenly Court, establishing order, and protecting countless lives from such calamities prioritizes a higher purpose.”

“Naturally, if other fragmented souls can be rescued, sent to the hidden grounds of the Sea of Blood for reincarnation, and pose no undue burden on you, I ask that you save them too.

Saving even a few is better than doing nothing at all.”

Houtu placed her hands gently before her, gazing intently at the grievous battlefield ahead.

Her eyes bore traces of sorrow, her heart silently contemplating.

The Jade Pool approached from the east, accompanied by dozens of celestial maidens.

The maidens carried in their hands artifacts like jade jugs and jade cauldrons, as well as ornate boxes and gourds—each a treasure of considerable quality.

With graceful steps, she approached and lightly bowed to Li Ping’an, her voice tender: “Your Majesty, I’ve brought treasures capable of nurturing souls.”

“You’ve labored hard,” Li Ping’an acknowledged briefly, then sighed deeply with a somber tone:

“If Fenghou truly falls here, it would be a sorrow for the Way of Humanity and a lamentation for the Heavenly Dao.”

The Jade Pool laid her hand gently on Li Ping’an’s arm, offering comfort: “Your Majesty, please take solace and do not blame yourself excessively.

The passing of life is, in the end, inevitable.”