Immortal Father
Chapter 1158: 407: Acquiring Divine Skills, Exiting the Secret Realm_2

Chapter 1158: Chapter 407: Acquiring Divine Skills, Exiting the Secret Realm_2

“Are you willing to cultivate this Divine Skill?”

Li Ping’an: From the way you said that, are there even stronger ones to choose from?

Li Ping’an cupped his hands and said, “Whatever the teacher teaches, the disciple will learn. The disciple’s Dao Realm is shallow, with little time spent on cultivation. Teacher, having already reached the Transcendence Realm, naturally sees much further than the disciple.”

“Good.”

The spirit in the coffin smiled and nodded, retrieving an Eight Trigrams Plate from its sleeve and pushing it in front of Li Ping’an.

This plate was not an artifact for Magical Combat. It was engraved with the transformations of the Eight Trigrams. By delving into it with Immortal Consciousness, one could uncover the wonders of the “Eight Trigrams Heaven-Burning Formation.”

“With your comprehension, you can enter the basics of this art in three years, achieve minor success in ten. Even with minor success, you can sweep through the Golden Immortal Realm.”

Li Ping’an held the Eight Trigrams Plate and said loudly, “Thank you, Teacher, for passing on the Dao.”

Beside him, Guilingling blinked her large eyes, filled with curiosity.

Li Ping’an quietly gave her a look to calm down.

Once he brought this thing out, it would naturally be hers to play with and cultivate.

The spirit in the coffin continued, “The defensive Divine Skills I excel in are mostly related to Spiritual Treasures and Formations. Since you already possess a Divine Skill derived from a Formation, it’s best not to learn too many defensive techniques tied to Formations; otherwise, it could cause conflicts… Do you know of Gonggong, one of the Twelve Ancestor Witches?”

Li Ping’an responded, “Disciple knows. Gonggong is the Ancestral Witch of Water, once a top-tier Great Power in ancient times. The tale of Gonggong’s fury crashing into Mount Buzhou is well known in the Desolate Era.”

“Most people know that Gonggong excels in controlling water, but few realize that Gonggong’s Dao Body was one of the three most indestructible among the Twelve Ancestor Witches.”

The spirit in the coffin stroked its beard and chuckled:

“In the world where I once lived, I had the fortune of stumbling across Gonggong’s corpse. Using it, I condensed his Dao Body and refined it into a treasure. From within his Dao Body, I comprehended a method to forge and temper the physical body.”

“You once comprehended the method of spiritual shedding. If the spiritual shedding technique can be cross-referenced with this technique for physical body cultivation, you can surely forge a powerful Dao Body.”

“This art, when I teach it to you, will possess endless marvelous uses… However, do not let the Witch Clan find out about it, lest they believe you to have desecrated Gonggong’s corpse. Hahaha.”

Li Ping’an: Is that really something to laugh about?

Nonetheless, he was indeed very intrigued by this cultivation method.

The spirit in the coffin flicked its fingers lightly. A sapphire Treasure Bead floated toward him. Li Ping’an carefully sensed it and felt a surge of boundless vitality within.

Contained inside was not only a cultivation method but also Gonggong’s essence blood from another world.

Li Ping’an did not hesitate; he accepted the Treasure Bead, scrutinized it closely, and only after determining with the Heavenly Dao that there were no issues did he refine the bead and temporarily store it within his body for nourishment.

Afterward, the spirit in the coffin became troubled.

It also specialized in Escape Skills, but most of these required several millennia or even tens of thousands of years to master. They relied heavily on the cultivator’s insight into the Great Dao of Qiankun.

As for Escape Skills not tied to the Great Dao of Qiankun, there were only a handful worth mentioning, and their potency was merely adequate at best.

“I have a few Escape Skills suitable for your Dao Realm. Listen and choose which one to learn.”

Li Ping’an said, “Teacher, please choose for your disciple.”

The old man chuckled and shook his head: “The first Escape Skill is called Golden Light Across the Land. Even a common Yuan Immortal can use it. Its speed is closely tied to your own Dao Realm and cultivation.”

Golden Light Across the Land?

The name sounded somewhat familiar.

Li Ping’an continued to listen as the spirit in the coffin listed six Escape Skills in succession.

There was the Art of Cloud Traversal, the Method of Fog Creation and Benevolence, the Secret of Five Elemental Escapes, and the Principle of Yin-Yang Reversal.

Finally, the spirit in the coffin mentioned the eighth Escape Skill.

“This technique is named the Golden Crow Sun-Piercing Art. It allows for the ultimate speed of the Golden Crow and grants the ability to enact the Divine Skill of Ten Suns Ascending the Sky. Both Magical Combat and Escape can be accommodated.”

Li Ping’an’s mind sparked. He remembered the various Secret Techniques he had obtained from Emperor Jun’s remnant soul and immediately said, “Teacher, this disciple wishes to learn this art.”

“Oh? Why so?”

The old man, formed from the spirit in the coffin, looked at him with curiosity.

Li Ping’an smiled faintly.

He couldn’t very well say it was to become a better father.

“Disciple is particularly interested in Golden Crow techniques, as Emperor Jun was the previous-generation Heavenly Emperor.”

“I see.”

The spirit in the coffin flicked its fingers again, and a golden feather fell into Li Ping’an’s palm.

The spirit said, “These three Divine Skills require focused cultivation. With this, my first lesson as your teacher comes to an end. Stay here and cultivate these three Divine Skills to minor success before leaving. Mother Gui Ling of this realm will spar with you for practice.”

Guilingling pursed her lips in dissatisfaction.

She was reluctant to strike her own martial nephew. If he wanted a turtle-meat punching bag, he should have just said so instead of offering her nothing in return!

Li Ping’an hesitated, then got up and bowed to the spirit in the coffin.

The spirit stroked its beard and smiled, its figure slowly rising until it transformed into a wisp of clear energy and disappeared entirely.

Li Ping’an plopped back onto the meditation cushion, gazing at the surrounding scenery with a look of wistfulness.

What kind of situation is this?

A figure who might very well be his ultimate enemy had become his teacher, training him diligently and exponentially increasing his strength without leaving any traps behind. It seemed as though the sole purpose was to help him grow stronger.

Guilingling whispered a reminder, “Martial Nephew, don’t be careless. These techniques might have hidden dangers. Let me check them for you first.”

Li Ping’an chuckled and handed her the Eight Trigrams Plate.

After just a few glances, Guilingling suddenly whirled around, flew to the edge of a high platform, and began retching violently.

Li Ping’an was utterly baffled.

What’s going on?

“Damn it! That old geezer set a restriction!”

Guilingling cursed indignantly, “I wasn’t even trying to steal it! So stingy!”

Li Ping’an couldn’t help but smile wryly.

He wasn’t in a rush to cultivate. Instead, he explored the surroundings further, but he couldn’t find an exit from this small realm. Riding on a cloud, he scouted the edges of the realm and encountered an invisible barrier.