Immortal Father
Chapter 1225: 436: Ascending to 9 Heavens!

Chapter 1225: Chapter 436: Ascending to 9 Heavens!

Feng Qingyang truly didn’t expect it; all his calculations were no match for brute force overturning finesse.

He handed over the ornate box obediently, his expression filled with utter despair.

“Should’ve taken it out from the start.”

Xuanyuan Huangdi eagerly opened the box and indeed found a piece of cloth inside.

Li Ping’an couldn’t help but tense up.

In this matter, Xuanyuan old brother was purely here for amusement, merely wanting to join the excitement;

whereas Li Ping’an was directly involved, for if Fuxi Shi’s letter contained some world-shaking secret, it would surely relate to him.

Xuanyuan Huangdi carefully brought the cloth close to the ‘missing a piece’ handkerchief.

Li Ping’an almost held his breath, and the study room was silent enough to hear a pin drop.

Feng Qingyang also leaned in, a curious glint in his eyes as he closely examined the object in Xuanyuan Huangdi’s hand.

After a while, Xuanyuan Huangdi frowned at the motionless handkerchief and looked up at Li Ping’an.

“Let me give it a try.”

Li Ping’an reached out to take the handkerchief, and the moment his fingers touched the two pieces of fabric, wisps of cloud and smoke suddenly appeared on them.

The three men exchanged glances, and Li Ping’an immediately sat up straight, bringing the pieces of fabric together.

The final piece of cloth seamlessly blended in; the handkerchief began to shrink, expand, its edges igniting with faint flames, and when the flames swept away, an Eight Trigrams Plate emerged.

The sound of mechanisms, the noise of metal scraping, and the crackling sound of cloud smoke were all audible.

The Eight Trigrams Plate ceased its rotation, and the smoke coalesced into four crooked lines of writing, written in the ancient pictographic form of the Human Race.

Beside him, Feng Qingyang said: “It’s grandfather’s innate Eight Trigrams.”

Li Ping’an asked: “What does it say?”

Xuanyuan Huangdi said solemnly:

“When falsehoods become truth, truth is false; lies deceive the world.

“Pangu’s life and death are unpredictable; seek instinct in the Chaos Sea.”

Li Ping’an furrowed his brows tightly.

Feng Qingyang asked: “Why did grandfather leave these for the Heavenly Emperor?”

“I don’t know either.”

Li Ping’an said solemnly:

“I probably understand what the second sentence is referring to; the ancestor Fuxi Shi went to the Chaos Sea to investigate ‘why Hongjun didn’t become one with Dao’, which likely refers to Hongjun.

“Hongjun always claimed not to interfere with the Vast Wilderness Heaven and Earth, yet many arrangements were made.

“Also, my Transcender Teacher seems to have a conspiracy with Hongjun.”

Xuanyuan Huangdi lowered his voice: “When falsehoods become truth, truth is false; when falsehoods are taken as truth, truth becomes false—Is Hongjun false?”

“That—that’s impossible.”

Feng Qingyang murmured softly:

“Did grandfather know about the Transcender? If grandfather wasn’t aware, then these four phrases he left wouldn’t hold much value.

“If grandfather knew, then it’s highly likely to mean… the original Hongjun has been victimized by the Transcender, and the entire Desolate Era is a big chess game secretly controlled by the Transcender.

“Much of this matches.”

Xuanyuan Huangdi asked: “What does ‘Pangu’s life and death are unpredictable’ mean?”

Feng Qingyang was equally puzzled: “Has the Pangu God fallen victim? Then who opened the heavens and earth?”

Li Ping’an said solemnly:

“I might somewhat know.

“This Transcender Teacher once showed me, ‘After heaven and earth face annihilation, the Three Pure Ones become one, Pangu is reborn, then Pangu leaps into the Void, to fight somewhere unknown.’

“From the opening of the Vast Wilderness Heaven and Earth to its ultimate end, it was merely a practice journey for Pangu God.

“The third phrase might refer to—the resurrected Pangu God after heaven and earth’s annihilation went into battle and then was defeated…”

Xuanyuan Huangdi and Feng Qingyang simultaneously leaned back.

Xuanyuan Huangdi said: “While we are within the heavens and earth, watching these overarching events from the establishment to the termination, we can only glimpse bits and pieces, blind men feeling an elephant. I reckon it’s not about these.”

Feng Qingyang said: “Combining with the fourth sentence, it doesn’t refer to this, the fourth sentence mentions having the Heavenly Emperor seek answers in the Chaos Sea, so grandfather’s focus hasn’t left the Chaos Sea, the third sentence must have another meaning.”

“Should we, in a millennium, ask Granduncle Taiqing?”

Li Ping’an proposed quietly.

Xuanyuan Huangdi immediately shook his head: “It’s best not to; I shouldn’t have known this with Feng. Just keep it to yourself.”

“Hold on a moment, Your Majesty,” Feng Qingyang touched the tip of his nose, “there is still more hidden here in this message revealed by the innate Eight Trigrams; besides, there’s also a layout from the acquired Eight Trigrams… Your Majesty, I’ll transmit this method to you, and Human Emperor Your Majesty and I should step away. I foresee the message hidden within the acquired Eight Trigrams isn’t something we should see.”

Li Ping’an nodded: “No need for such trouble, I’ll just enter it into the Spirit Platform and take a look.”

Feng Qingyang tapped quickly on the Eight Trigrams Plate, its lights flashing according to the acquired Eight Trigrams’ positions.

“We’ll just step away.”

Xuanyuan Huangdi rose, flicking his sleeves and heading outside, while murmuring:

“Alright, alright, before I was always called Your Majesty, and now it has become Human Emperor Your Majesty.”

“Indeed, I’m no true emperor once I retire—the Human Emperor ready to step down.”

Feng Qingyang quickly chased after him to advise: “It’s merely a distinction, Your Majesty. Why have you become increasingly petty?”

“You even dare say I’m petty? Feng, you’ve changed; you weren’t like this before!”

“Your Majesty… has left the formation…”

“Ahem, I’ll make some arrangements,” Xuanyuan Huangdi waved his large sleeves, enveloping the place with the mighty Dragon Qi of the Human Emperor.

Inside the room, Li Ping’an listened to the banter between the lord and minister, his mouth curving into a slight smile.

He pointed at the Eight Trigrams Plate, and the text on it automatically transformed, standing firm according to the acquired Eight Trigrams positions.

The Eight Trigrams Plate gently trembled, releasing a stream of gray energy which condensed into a gray cloud the size of a fist.

Li Ping’an couldn’t help but become more vigilant, frowning as he watched the grey cloud evolve.

Suddenly, the grey cloud condensed into an old face, with a visage identical to the portrait of Fuxi Shi!