Immortal Father
Chapter 1205: 428: Facing Kunpeng

Chapter 1205: Chapter 428: Facing Kunpeng

Zhao Gongming stood on the altar, pondering for a long time but couldn’t figure it out.

Why are the deities of the Southern Continent’s divine court so weak, yet they have such a world-conquering, I-am-number-one kind of aura when calling out?

Zhao Gongming stroked his beard gently, gazing at the four priests fixed on the altar by four Dinghai Divine Pearls and the swiftly dispersing strands of divine light akin to summer night fireflies.

He glanced somewhat nervously at the elderly woman of the Holy Mother Palace beside him.

It’s not for any other reason.

Earlier, they mentioned that directly killing the divine spirits of the Southern Continent’s divine court would cause calamities within the Southern Continent.

But now, Zhao Gongming saw peace everywhere; there were no earthquakes, celestial fires, thunderstorms, or plagues…

“Alas,” sighed an elderly woman from the Holy Mother Palace who landed nearby, “we better leave quickly; the divine thoughts you just shattered belong to merely these four deities, and they will surely manifest in person next.”

“Really?”

Zhao Gongming stroked his beard in silent contemplation, his armor emitting a glow, as twenty-four Dinghai Divine Pearls circled around him.

Without the suppression of the Dinghai Divine Pearls, the four priests collapsed crookedly on the ground, foaming at the mouth, convulsing all over, and fainted directly.

Immortal Taiyi and Immortal Yuding descended on the clouds.

Immortal Yuding looked at the three female immortals rescuing those Demon Infants, somewhat hesitant to speak.

Immortal Taiyi folded his arms, puzzled, “Are the deities of the divine court so weak? These four divine spirits didn’t even resist.”

“It’s just their divine thoughts,” another elderly woman from the Holy Mother Palace emphasized, “most deities in this divine court are war generals and civil servants who existed in the Southern Continent, and became deities after people worshipped them after their deaths. Among them, there are even direct descendants of Xuanyuan Huangdi, whose strength should not be underestimated. We better leave first.”

Qiongxiao Celestial Maiden’s voice came from the side: “Let’s search other places for Demon Infants, collect them first and see how to deal with them later.”

“Not wise,” Qing Su reminded, “we came to uncover the mystery of Demon Infant’s birth; stopping more Demon Infants from being born is more urgent. We should split up: Guilingling and I will go rescue people, while the rest of you investigate and quickly find the cause.”

The celestial beings each agreed; this plan was reasonable.

Zhao Gongming chuckled: “If we find that this matter is the doing of the divine court, we should take direct action to relieve Disciple-Nephew Ping’an of some concerns.”

Immortal Taiyi laughed: “This Poor Daoist has heard that not even the Holy Mother can do anything against this divine court.”

“Stop the chit-chat,” Immortal Yuding said, “There are many Demon Infants in various places; some places already have grown Demon Infants hunting humans. If we need to act, it should be decisively.”

“Good!”

The celestial beings each agreed.

Qing Su and Guilingling collected the Demon Infants frozen here, transforming into a rainbow light flying toward another nearby big city.

The other masters discussed briefly and divided into three groups, heading to the places plagued by Demon Infants to find clues.

As for the divine lights appearing under the array wall above the Skycutter Great Array, in the sky over the Southern Continent…

Their power was mediocre, not enough to catch the attention of the group.

…

The Dao manifests like a candle, the Dao hides like ink.

Li Ping’an was immersed in the Sea of Dao Principles, constantly seeking the few great Daos related to Samsara, with layers of insights arising in his heart.

Not all insights are beneficial.

At present, he was widely comprehending the Great Dao, and these insights were like ‘system garbage.’ If too many are accepted without timely clearing, he could easily fall into deviation.

Fortunately, the Heavenly Dao was guarding beside him, and Li Ping’an’s dao heart was considered stable, temporarily without worry.

About two hours had passed outside.

Li Ping’an, his mind immersed in the Sea of Dao Principles, had already lost track of how long he had stayed here; it seemed some months may have passed.

He went from having no clue initially, to gradually grasping the threads, then following the intersecting great Daos from outside the Dao to seek the truth, seeming close to uncovering the matter.

Li Ping’an could sense that the northern part of the Sea of Blood became a chaotic mess.

Xuanyuan Huangdi unleashed his hand, with Xuanyuan Sword and Yuan Tu Sword exhibiting their divine might, and the Asura race, known for their combat prowess during the Desolate Era, were now helpless against Xuanyuan Huangdi.

The Roc Bird hovered above Xuanyuan Huangdi, ready to extract him whenever he faced being overwhelmed or was no match for Minghe.

Minghe ancestor was already furious beyond reason.

Having lost Yuan Tu, his strength greatly diminished, unable to tackle Xuanyuan Huangdi head-on.

The inner Heavenly Dao deities secretly allied with him now dared only hide among the hearts of several Asuras, completely reluctant to reveal themselves.

The continuous battles from ancient times forged Xuanyuan Huangdi, adept in group wars, who now showcased his formidable combat strength, battling under Minghe ancestor’s savage killing intent and continuous offensive, slaughtering the experts of the Asura race.

Minghe ancestor could only have all his subordinates hide away.

Right at his doorstep, in his territory, Xuanyuan Huangdi held the Yuan Tu Sword, humiliating him like this.

The damage is minor but the humiliation is strong.

Li Ping’an could also sense that Houtu sat within a spring, beginning to comprehend the Samsara Path.

Houtu wasn’t having new insights but was guiding Li Ping’an, continuously activating the Samsara Path that acted like signposts, navigating Li Ping’an through the inner layers of the Sea of Dao Principles.

Gradually, Li Ping’an became uncertain about where he had arrived.

The world surrounding his Primordial Spirit was variably a vibrant spectacle of countless colored ribbons interweaving and separating randomly, then smooth like mirrors, as if his Primordial Spirit stood within a marvelous world reflected by two mirror surfaces.

Sometimes it turned into a black and white ink wash painting, as his Primordial Spirit transformed into a black and white koi swimming freely within.