Immortal Father
Chapter 329 - 329 121 Already Can Return_3

329: Chapter 121 Already Can Return_3 329: Chapter 121 Already Can Return_3 With each repetition, a woman in white descended;

each time, two soldiers sprang forth from the water, guiding a wisp of soul of the white-robed woman, steering her towards the end where she would dissipate between heaven and earth.

Amid the unceasing incantations, Li Ping’an gained a deeper understanding of the Soul Release Technique, and his movements became smoother.

He started capturing a cluster of Spiritual Spring water, refining it simultaneously, before he could divide it into hundreds of drops that merged into the entangled spiritual energy.

One by one, the women in white passed on.

Before they left, they couldn’t help but look back at the Peach Blossom Forest.

Li Ping’an’s complexion gradually turned pale, as the ‘vast’ mana inside his body began to dry up.

Li Ping’an had anticipated this.

Li Dazhi placed both palms behind Li Ping’an, and without activating the father-son Divine Skill, the same-origin immortal power flowed into Li Ping’an, quickly replenishing his depleted mana.

However, while mana could be replenished, the strength of the Primordial Spirit and the spirit could not be replenished in this way.

After seeing off more than six hundred women in white, Li Ping’an already felt exhausted;

After seeing off half of the number of women in white, Li Ping’an could hardly bear it, only able to swallow Elixir Pills, meditate briefly, and then continue the soul liberation.

Li Dazhi said with concern, “Should we continue tomorrow?

You’re barely holding up.”

“It’s just fatigue of the spirit.

I’ll be fine after sleeping it off.”

Li Ping’an replied with a smile:

“Dad, let’s not keep the seniors waiting.

It’s best to finish this matter first.”

“Ah, as you wish,” Li Dazhi responded softly.

Qing Su said, “You only need to refine the Spiritual Spring water, I will guide and send it.”

“Okay,” Li Ping’an agreed.

With this division of labor, the efficiency improved considerably, and Li Ping’an’s burden was significantly lessened.

Gradually, the entwined spiritual energy shrank to the size of a fist.

By the time Li Ping’an had released sixteen hundred and twenty-three Primordial Souls, the water of the Spiritual Spring became clear as glass.

The fist-sized spiritual energy slowly expanded, as green silk waterfalls poured inward, the spiritual energy contracted, revealing a young woman in a white dress smiling inside at Mu Cilin’s Primordial Soul.

So this was the daughter of Li Mu?

The old man Tianli and the Golden Immortals rose to pay their respects simultaneously.

By now, Li Ping’an was extremely tired, barely managing to open his eyes and look ahead, when suddenly he heard a faint singing in his ear.

“The son’s bath, atop the gentle hills.

Truly sentimental, yet hopelessly so.”

In a daze, Li Ping’an seemed to see a grassland, herds of strange beasts strolling leisurely.

There was a girl holding a bamboo flute, humming this tune, herding creatures that resembled sheep.

The next instant, Li Ping’an closed his eyes, his body slowly reclining backward, caught in Qing Su’s arms.

In his trance, that girl seemed to stand before him, smiling and watching him.

‘Is that Ningning?’

‘I should be Ningning, yet Ningning is not me.’

‘Then who are you?’

‘Pretend I am Ningning.

From now on, there will only be Ningning…

Thank you.

This pool of Spiritual Power will soon dissipate, consider it my gratitude to you.

I’ve guarded it for so long, yet in the end, I have no use for it…

You are Li Ping’an, right?

Please take good care of my descendants, or rather, take good care of me.’

‘Yes, I will.’

Li Ping’an agreed from the bottom of his heart, as a ‘之’ character started to appear above the Primordial Spirit’s little figure’s head.

Faintly, he heard another sigh.

‘It turns out we’ve won.’

All the immortals saw:

The woman in white landed beside the Spiritual Spring, her hands poised in front of her belly, bowing deeply toward the spring.

From within the spring, tiny green lights sprang forth, transforming into spectral figures of soldiers and generals, lining up along the edge of the pool.

The woman in white smiled and said, “We can return.”

The soldiers and generals saluted with fists and replied, “We can now return.”

Then, the woman in white submerged into the Spiritual Spring, as the soldiers sang with strong voices, songs of Suiren and Fuxi’s intentions, of Shennong and Xuanyuan’s insights.

The soldiers marched westward nine steps, their figures dissipating.

The water of the Spiritual Spring had vanished, replaced by a Treasure Bead that fell above Li Ping’an’s head, showering boundless spiritual energy, from which Qing Su and Li Dazhi each received a portion.

The Treasure Bead quickly shrank, in moments it was like the full moon, then like a wine bowl, then like a longan before finally disappearing from sight.

At Wanyun Sect, atop Caiyun Peak.

Ningning Mu, who was meditating, yawned and slowly fell asleep, beginning a very long dream.

Above the Spiritual Spring.

Mu Cilin slowly sat up, with life force radiating from her body outward.

The wrinkles on her hands and neck vanished, her hair cascaded smoothly down as if she were a common woman in her mid-twenties.

The Qingluan, circling the sky, cried out before folding its wings, reducing its size, and descending slowly towards the ground.