Immortal Father
Chapter 1157: 407: Obtain Divine Skills, Exit the Mystic Realm

Chapter 1157: Chapter 407: Obtain Divine Skills, Exit the Mystic Realm

Inside the shattered ruined building ship just destroyed.

The place where eight Inner Heavenly Dao divine spirits perished.

Flickering ghostly flames quietly danced, forming four illusory shadows that even the Heavenly Dao could not capture.

‘Xihe’ spoke softly: “The Inner Heavenly Dao has already been assimilated.”

‘Wangshu’ said quietly: “The Outer Heavenly Dao absorbed our imprints, but these imprints seem to have been sealed by the Outer Heavenly Dao—we can no longer sense them.”

“That doesn’t matter. Without the illusionary realm of the Inner Heavenly Dao, we can no longer influence the will of the Heavenly Dao’s main body.”

‘Xihe’ spoke:

“Now that you and I have successfully escaped from the Inner Heavenly Dao, that is what matters most.

“Next, we will follow the plan we previously devised. You and I will seek refuge with Ancestor Minghe and gain control of the Sea of Blood as quickly as possible, while the other fellow Daoists will continue cultivating influence within the Human Race, exploiting the cracks in the Dao Hearts of the Human Race’s elites.”

“Once you and I have resurrected from the Sea of Blood, we will attempt to seize control of the powers of the Heavenly Dao once again.”

The two inner divine spirits with male appearances lowered their heads in salute.

‘Wangshu’ spoke: “The new Heavenly Emperor must be eradicated.”

“This can only be achieved by leveraging Minghe’s power. Minghe, having had the Yuan Tu Sword taken from him, loathes the new Heavenly Emperor to the core. The chips we possess—for now—are the imprints assimilated by the Outer Heavenly Dao, which can temporarily affect its operations. This is Minghe’s only chance.”

‘Xihe’ paused for a moment of thought, then gently shook his head:

“To us, the most critical matter is to find the meaning of our existence.

“And to understand the question of who we truly are.

“Only by mastering the Heavenly Dao can we hope to uncover the principles of Heaven and Earth, enabling us to ponder such questions.”

“Understood.”

The three illusory shadows responded in unison, before silently standing in a corner of the ruined building ship, gazing a great distance toward the direction of the central Heaven and Earth.

…

Mount Lingjiu, in a small secret world.

Amid curling streams of clean spiritual energy, Li Ping’an and Guilingling sat together at the edge of a high platform.

Ahead of them, an elderly man seated amidst the clouds slowly imparted the day’s teachings.

“Art refined into method becomes ‘technique.'”

“Technique elevated to mastery becomes ‘divine skill.'”

“In the Primordial World, divine skills are boundless. Primordial beings emerge innately from the Dao and often possess inherent divine skills. Postnatal beings, through cultivation and diligent research into techniques, can also attain the power of divine skills…”

“I am knowledgeable about most of the divine skills of the Vast Wilderness Heaven and Earth. Ping’an, do you have a preference for any particular divine skill?”

Guilingling blinked her lively, sparkling eyes.

What on earth was he saying?

Why did it all sound like a nonstop droning buzz to her?

If they wouldn’t let her piggyback off cultivation methods or insights into the Great Dao, fine—but divine skills weren’t up for grabs either?

And ‘Transcender’? What a stingy old miser!

Of course, these were things she couldn’t voice directly, so she only grumbled internally, resting her chin in her hands as she stared blankly at the distant scenic lake and mountain view.

Li Ping’an replied: “Teacher, this disciple is skilled with the long spear and has some understanding of formations and talisman techniques.”

The Coffin Spirit stroked his beard with an amiable tone: “Then why did I not see you employ such techniques during my spar teaching, when I helped you unlock the Mystical Meridian of your Dao Body?”

Li Ping’an’s face turned dark with embarrassment.

“Are you sure that was teaching sparring, and not just venting your frustrations over past grievances?”

Seriously, though. Sure, his Dao Body’s strength had progressed significantly now, but during those sessions, he had been thoroughly beaten—dozens of times!

Every time, he had been left barely clinging to life, only for Guilingling to rush over and heal him!

Still, this method of instruction had undeniably improved his resilience and willpower by leaps and bounds.

It was… hard to evaluate.

Li Ping’an replied: “Disciple has advanced through the Dao Realm rather rapidly, with short cultivation days and many distractions. My expertise in techniques, talismans, and formations has fallen behind compared to my Dao Realm.”

“If that’s the case, then show me a demonstration.”

The Coffin Spirit raised his hand slightly.

Li Ping’an stood up and acknowledged the request with a clear “yes,” then casually pulled out a long spear—a relic Immortal Treasure he had frequently used in his early years.

As soon as he gripped the spear, a fierce battle aura surged throughout his body. His muscles tensed slightly; he stood like unyielding pine and cypress, taut like a drawn bow. Soon, his figure leapt into motion, crafting a spear formation, condensing spear illusions, and unleashing a dazzling cascade of light streaks in every direction. Finally, he merged thousands of spear shadows into a single strike, piercing a wrinkle into the fabric of Heaven and Earth.

After completing his self-created spear formation, Li Ping’an landed back before the Coffin Spirit. The elder, now in his human form, muttered to himself in contemplation, with discernible traces of thought in his gaze.

“You’ve done well integrating your formation techniques, but there are still quite a few flaws.”

The Coffin Spirit spoke in a slow, measured tone:

“Primordial Magical Combat often involves multiple treasures. After the rise of the Human Race, Heavenly Immortal Realm and True Immortal Realm combatants generally began employing Immortal Treasures and the crude Spiritual Treasures they crafted, which led to the development of techniques like yours.”

“However, the Great Dao is steadfast and always rooted in singular strength.”

“You’ve managed to comprehend the riddle therein, understanding how to unify your strength and direct it consistently. That’s quite commendable.”

Li Ping’an felt slightly abashed.

Truthfully, this had been taught to him by his teacher Qing Su.

However, it seemed a bit disrespectful to bring up another mentor while addressing the third. Thus, Li Ping’an could only nod with a polite smile and obediently return to sit beside Guilingling.

The Coffin Spirit’s incarnation stroked his beard and sighed softly in a poetic tone:

“The divine skills I possess cover a vast array. Tell me your own preferences.”

Li Ping’an thought for a moment, glanced at the small shield in Guilingling’s hands, and spoke aloud: “Disciple wishes to learn three types—three particular divine skills.”

“Which three?”

“First, offensive divine skills—a form of divine skill capable of defeating those of the same realm and even slaying beings of higher Dao Realm.”

“Second, defensive divine skills—allowing oneself to stand unyielding against assaults from same-realm enemies.”

“Third, escape divine skills—the more sublime these, the better.”

After expressing his thoughts, Li Ping’an gazed toward the Coffin Spirit with clear, earnest eyes.

The Coffin Spirit pondered only briefly before agreeing without feeling that the request was excessive, responding directly:

“I possess a divine skill known as the Eight Trigrams Heaven-Burning Formation. It is condensed from the Great Dao insights of the Human Emperor Fuxi Shi of my world, and it bears certain similarities to your spear formation.”