Immortal Father
Chapter 557 - 557 196 Monster

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What is this situation?

Li Ping’an did not feel any sense of tearing or pulling, only his Primordial Spirit felt bewildered, and in the blink of an eye, he found himself in a world full of colorful splendor.

Everywhere he looked, there was a colorful glow, and colorful whirlpools could be seen in all places.

Rich Spiritual Energy overflowed from the whirlpools, making this place brimming with Spiritual Energy.

No, this wasn’t the Spiritual Energy of the world.

It lacked the Power of Dao principles and had no particular order.

It was more like a pure form of energy that sustained this miniature world.

Breathing was unobstructed, and the Primordial Spirit was clear.

Suddenly, Li Ping’an felt a weight in the palm of his hand.

“Master!”

He turned his head and his expression changed slightly.

Qing Su had passed out, her body unconsciously leaning towards him.

Li Ping’an hurriedly released Mana to steady his master and let her form drift horizontally.

Then he heard a sigh:

“It seems I miscalculated, disturbing the two of you.

I’ll send you back now.”

That voice was ethereal and gentle, yet it couldn’t hide a sense of age and loss.

This is Holy Mother Nuwa?

The mother of the Human Race, the master of the Creation Path, one of the six Sect Hierarchs, Holy Mother Nuwa?

A beam of radiant light flew towards him and his master.

Many images flashed through Li Ping’an’s mind at lightning speed:

The bloody battle before Broken Dawn City, the Great Dao Imprint during the enlightenment of Divine Skills, his father standing atop a mountain of corpses while pierced through the chest by a setting sun’s divine arrow, and the vast shadows crossing the sky as the Blood Fiend Hall launched a surprise attack on Dong’an City…

‘Form up, a hundred men!’

The image of Fu Yu, the Centurion, emerged, and it was as if Li Ping’an’s Dao heart was being forcefully chiseled.

He felt like a drowning man who had just surfaced, suddenly awake.

An urge welled up inside him, a strong desire to stay in this place, to plead with Holy Mother Nuwa to return to the Holy Mother Palace.

The colorful radiance was upon them in a blink!

Li Ping’an nearly saw himself being swept away and sent back, and two words slipped from his lips:

“Xuanyuan!”

The radiance paused for a moment and then dissipated.

Li Ping’an tightly held onto his master’s slender arm.

Even through the fabric of her immortal gown, he could still feel her skin’s softness.

They had not been sent away.

Li Ping’an gently exhaled.

“Are you a messenger sent by him?”

The voice sounded again, still ethereal and gentle.

“Indeed, you entered my great hall.

I only left a wisp of Dao Charm there…

Was the essence of yellow earth also arranged by him?

To make me think there might still be other members of the Primordial Human Race alive.”

Li Ping’an released his master’s arm, bowed deeply with his hands clasped, and called out respectfully towards the seemingly infinite world in front of him:

“Descendant of the Human Race, Li Ping’an, pays respect to Holy Mother!”

What to say at this moment?

Courtesies and superficial talk are impossible, complaining and lamenting the Human Race’s plight due to Demon Race aggression could be risky.

Since the Holy Mother Nuwa was forced away by Emperor Xuanyuan, then this matter…

“Holy Mother…

The Human Emperor said he was wrong!”

The voice softly sighed: “Oh?

Where did he go wrong?”

“The Emperor didn’t say exactly,” Li Ping’an spoke with his head lowered, “But when the Emperor mentioned the events from six thousand years ago, his eyes were filled with tears, his gaze earnest.

He said he had failed to live up to Holy Mother’s teachings.

The Emperor also said, as the ruler of the Human Race, he had to consider the stance of the Human Race.

He knew he had offended and disrespected Holy Mother, but he had no choice but to do so.

He deeply regrets it and has grown thinner day by day!”

“Sigh…”

The voice lost some of its age, becoming even gentler:

“Although I know you’re deceiving me, it is somewhat pleasing to hear such words.

“Has it truly been six thousand years since the Desolate Era?”

“Yes, Holy Mother!”

“I just took a short rest here.

Come here, her Primordial Spirit has been disturbed by me.

I shall heal her.”

Li Ping’an kept his head down, not daring to look around.

Before him, a flash of light suddenly passed, and Li Ping’an instinctively grabbed his master’s wrist.

The next moment, the void beneath his feet opened into blankness, which was then filled with greenery and soon, bursts of colorful light twinkled.

By the time he collected his thoughts, he was standing on a hillside covered with various small flowers, with a winding path under his feet, and his master’s figure was no longer beside him.

He looked up in search and found his master floating ahead, already on her way to the small Bamboo Tower on the hillside.

A tall, beautiful woman in a light grey robe stood before the Bamboo Tower, her fingertips emitting streams of light that transformed into clouds, enveloping Qing Su’s form.

Li Ping’an jogged forward, the ground beneath him and the surroundings giving him the impression of ‘ordinary mountains.’

He also had some insights himself.

This ‘ordinary’ was the most difficult and the most profound state to achieve.

By the time Li Ping’an reached the Bamboo Tower, Qing Su was already sitting in meditation on her own above the cloud, with strands of light entering her body.

“Holy Mother, my master, she…”

“Is she your master?”

The beautiful woman was none other than the Holy Mother of the Human Race.

Her true form should have been that of a woman with the tail of a serpent, but at that moment, she wore cloth shoes under her long gown, giving off the first impression of a greatly enlightened being.

Holy Mother Nuwa casually sat on the green stone steps in front of the Bamboo Tower, smiling and saying:

“I thought for a moment that the two of you were Dao companions.”

“You jest,” Li Ping’an quickly bowed and with his head lowered said, “Holy Mother, the Human Race is at war with the Demon Race, and we need you to take charge of the situation!”

“Another war?”

Nuwa sighed softly, with a look of helplessness in her eyes.

A piece of green stone and a carving knife appeared in her hands, and she began to carve diligently.

She said, “Beings killing each other, endless battles, constant death and injury…it gets tiresome after a while.

I owe the Human Race nothing and no longer wish to bother with such matters.”

Li Ping’an paused.

‘I owe the Human Race nothing.’