Immortal Father
Chapter 1092 - 1092 381 Eastern King Returns with the Wind Seeking Monthly Pass_2

1092: Chapter 381: Eastern King Returns with the Wind [Seeking Monthly Pass]_2 1092: Chapter 381: Eastern King Returns with the Wind [Seeking Monthly Pass]_2 Nearby, a few more figures descended, among them Feng Zhansiang, whom Li Dazhi had invited to heal at the rear.

Li Dazhi said, “I know of a soul-summoning technique that requires a direct relative to call the name, let Zhansiang try!”

Feng Zhansiang immediately nodded, his eyes filled with urgency.

However, Li Ping’an shook his head slightly and said, “Wait for Friend Houtu first.”

At this moment, Houtu had already closed her eyes, a yellowish glow radiating around her.

An obscure Dao Charm slowly emanated from her being;

The battlefield, resembling a purgatory, gained a touch of tranquility and peace.

From the north, several streams of light flew in.

Qing Su, hearing of Li Ping’an’s appearance, had voluntarily withdrawn from the pressure-free encirclement battle to meet him.

She had just learned that Li Ping’an had been swallowed by the Inner Heavenly Dao, having previously focused solely on slaying enemies, neglecting other matters.

Seeing Li Ping’an return safely, Qing Su also sighed in slight relief.

After all, he was her only disciple.

Though, it wasn’t impossible for her to take in a few more.

“Master!”

Li Ping’an called out with a voice transmission.

Qing Su, who intended to stand quietly in the corner and watch, descended on the cloud beside Li Ping’an.

“Are you injured?”

“No,” Li Ping’an replied, “How about you, Master?”

“Mana depletion is quite significant,” Qing Su said, “Other than that, I’m fine, and I still have plenty of Spirit Pills you gave me…

What’s going on here?”

“Fenghou previously self-destructed her Primordial Spirit.”

“I heard,” Qing Su said softly, “There are rumors in the army that before Fenghou self-destructed, she was here, defending against a Demon Race expert outside the city where you and I stand, and then was ambushed by an old minister.

The attacker pierced Fenghou’s Spirit Platform with a Longsword, and she charged into the enemy cluster ahead, choosing to self-destruct her Primordial Spirit.”

Li Ping’an’s eyes widened in anger.

He looked at Feng Jigui standing nearby.

The latter quickly reported, “The situation was urgent; there was no time to report to Your Majesty!”

“Fenghou was ambushed?”

“Yes.”

“Ambushed by a human minister?

Ambushed by a Human Race expert?”

“This person has already been suppressed and sealed, awaiting trial after the battle!

It’s said that the Inner Heavenly Dao was at work!”

“Nonsense!”

Li Ping’an shouted angrily, “I seized the power of the Inner Heavenly Dao from the Yuan Tu Sword, and it dropped by eighty percent!

How can they conspire!

How can they control a human minister!

What in the world is going on!”

Li Dazhi pondered for a moment, recalling his previous experiences, and hesitated to speak.

Now was not the time to discuss this; matters could only be settled after the frontline battle was over.

Li Dazhi said, “Ping’an, calm down, don’t affect Friend Houtu’s performance.”

Li Ping’an bit his lip, took a breath, and said in a low voice, “Feng Jigui, go spread the word.

Later, if the Human Race ministers do not provide me with a reasonable explanation, don’t blame me for turning hostile!”

Yaochi asked, “Why specifically the Human Race ministers?”

“I don’t know either,” Li Ping’an sighed, “But I always feel this matter is full of oddities.”

Just as he finished speaking, Houtu’s figure began to slowly float out of the city wall.

Behind her, the phantom of the Ancestral Witch slowly emerged, surrounded by a faint holy light, singing ancient chants, and with the first syllable, gentle breezes began to blow from all directions.

In a short while, countless light points appeared between heaven and earth.

Houtu was visibly startled, her voice paused slightly.

She continued to chant.

Countless pale green light dots emerged from the scarred ground and gloomy sky, slowly converging towards her.

Everyone could see.

Every light dot transformed into a faint phantom, be it human, Hundred Clans, or Asura.

In just this place alone, there were hundreds of thousands of them.

Most of them just stared blankly at Houtu, instinctively wanting to draw near; a small portion still retained obvious cognitive abilities, constantly bowing to her.

Houtu turned her head to look at Li Ping’an, with a hint of pleading in her eyes.

Li Ping’an sighed, “I know you are kind-hearted and compassionate.

If it doesn’t burden you too much, feel free to assist them…

This act could also help you comprehend this path.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Houtu said softly, her delicate hands quickly forming seals, with Treasure Wheels appearing behind her.

A milky white stream of light rippled forth.

“All lingering souls, follow me.”

“Your sins are repaid in death.”

“Your past shall be forgotten.”

“Come with me to the Sea of Blood to seek life.”

Li Ping’an and Li Dazhi exchanged a glance, and the father-son duo simultaneously understood something.

Houtu was exploring the Samsara Path.

But Li Ping’an focused his gaze and found that Fenghou’s figure was not among them.

Li Dazhi whispered a few words to Feng Zhansiang and Feng Jigui, and the two Feng family members were momentarily stunned, but didn’t dare to delay, turning and ordering more Feng family members to gather at the city wall, while quickly donning white clothes.

The Feng family members swiftly donned mourning clothes and began wailing, continuously calling out for Fenghou.

Li Dazhi slightly regretted not finding Fenghou’s eldest son; otherwise, setting up a paper banner, burning a paper horse, and smashing a broken jar would have had better effects.

The lingering souls gathered around Houtu had gradually stabilized.

Yet Fenghou’s figure was still absent.

Houtu seemed to be realizing something, closing her eyes to quietly feel.

The treasures Yaochi brought for nurturing souls were indeed playing their role;

Dozens of Yaochi Fairies flew back and forth with them, and they continuously sparkled, absorbing some lingering souls unable to sustain themselves.

Li Ping’an felt slightly worried.

He sighed softly…

It truly doesn’t seem possible.

Even if some lingering souls remained from a self-destructed Primordial Spirit, they would likely be very weak…

Beep—

A clear, familiar sound filled Li Ping’an’s ears.

He turned his head, and was instantly enveloped by black lines, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

His father, without any concern, had pulled out a suona emitting a treasure-like glow, tested a few notes, and then started playing a loud, high-pitched tune.