Immortal Father
Chapter 563 - 563 198

563: 198 563: 198 Behind Xuanyuan, the Yellow Emperor, stood the foremost literary minister of the Human Race.

To his left, a tall figure clad in hemp robes with a floral crown upon his head and a flowing beautiful beard, was the godly likeness of Fenghou;

to his right was the slim and austere figure clothed in a wide robe, with a meticulous expression, the former teacher Cangjie.

The immortal guards in front of the Holy Mother Palace’s gate saw them and uniformly knelt on one knee, loudly exclaiming:

“We greet Your Majesty!”

Inside the Holy Mother Palace, a group of fairy maids all curtseyed in unison before turning to hurriedly report.

“The Human Emperor Xuanyuan has arrived!”

Xuanyuan, the Yellow Emperor, smiled with his lips, yet his gaze bore a faint complexity as he looked at the consecutive Immortal Isles within the Holy Mother Palace, a light sigh involuntarily escaping him.

“Who would have thought, Ping’an really could find the Holy Mother.”

Such words, however, were only audible to him, Fenghou, and Cangjie.

Fenghou chuckled, “This matter, even I could not calculate.

I don’t know what I might have overlooked.

Ping’an had been to the stele without words before, and nothing happened the last time.”

Cangjie said, “Good fortune.”

Xuanyuan, the Yellow Emperor, laughed comfortably, “The Demon Race has started to retreat?”

“It should be because the Left Protector Chief has relayed the message,” Fenghou spoke soothingly, “Before the Holy Mother expresses her stance, the Demon Race should dare not act rashly.

However, the Holy Mother has not truly returned yet.

Whether Ping’an can persuade Her Highness to come back remains an unknown.”

Xuanyuan, the Yellow Emperor, frowned and asked, “Can you divine it?”

“Your Majesty, even Daluo Golden Immortals are difficult to predict, let alone Sect Hierarch-level experts.”

Fenghou gave a wry smile:

“On my way here, I cast a divination, but Ping’an’s whereabouts are now undetectable.

“I reckon that the Holy Mother is probably hiding near the edge of the Chaos Sea, and the wordless stele is left for emergencies.

If there’s an urgent matter, reporting in front of the stele will certainly reach the Holy Mother.

“Now, Ping’an is most likely heading to the Chaos Sea…”

“Feng, make a trip to Dong’an City or Wanyun Sect and bring Li Dazhi here.

His heart is aligned with Li Ping’an’s, and he might be able to sense where Li Ping’an is, which could lead us to the Holy Mother’s whereabouts,” commanded Xuanyuan, the Yellow Emperor.

“I shall wait here for the news and not enter for now, lest the Holy Mother becomes troubled by my presence upon her return.

“Cangjie, you go inside and keep watch.

Pay attention to that Left Protector Chief; if she attempts to harm someone, imprison her for three thousand years.”

“Understood!”

“I obey the command!”

Fenghou and Cangjie took their orders at once; the former grasped the Eight Trigrams Plate, stepped into a purple light, and his figure vanished from sight.

Cangjie turned and walked towards the Holy Mother Palace, his figure flickering several times, utterly ignoring the masters within the Holy Mother Palace, and appeared directly in front of Elder Tianli, in the great hall where Li Ping’an and Qing Su had disappeared.

Cangjie stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping past the Left Protector Chief beside him with a slight nod, then he closed his eyes to rejuvenate his spirit.

Elder Tianli, Xu Sheng, and Wang Shan all saluted respectfully.

Outside the Holy Mother Palace, Xuanyuan, the Yellow Emperor, turned his back and gazed into the profound starry sky, his eyes reflecting a contemplative light.

Then looking at the seven-colored bubble at the edge of the Chaos Sea,

Li Ping’an shouted loudly, and twelve Five Elements treasures transformed into beams of light, flying into the seven-colored radiance between his palms.

The radiance suddenly expanded vigorously, its light bands thrashing outward.

Li Ping’an’s hands trembled slightly as if he exerted his entire body’s strength, forcing the seven-colored radiance to be pulled back in an instant, a droplet of iridescent Fountain of Youth water taking shape in the center of his palm before slowly rising.

His Primordial Spirit left his body!

Li Ping’an’s miniaturized Primordial Spirit flew out of his chest, opened its mouth to swallow the water in one gulp, and immediately returned to his own spiritual platform.

Following that, Li Ping’an seemed as though deflated, his body bursting out with seven-colored light.

The third Spiritual Transformation!

…

Tinkering in a corner unseen by the Heavenly Dao.

Once his Primordial Spirit stabilized, Li Ping’an opened his eyes; both his Primordial Spirit and his Dao Body stretched leisurely, feeling unprecedented clarity in his Dao heart and lightness in his Dao Body.

He swallowed a few Elixir Pills, swiftly replenishing the energy lost during the Spiritual Transformation, and his aura slightly intensified.

Afterward, Li Ping’an once again operated the Zhou Tian cycle, his understanding of the cloud’s Great Dao deepening.

“Is this a Secret Technique for Primordial Spirit transformation that you came up with on your own?” inquired the gentle voice of Woman Wa.

Li Ping’an opened his eyes, which flickered with azure light.

“I have realized it atop the Fountain of Youth, Your Highness!”

“Quite intriguing,” murmured Woman Wa softly.

“Do you need my intervention?”

“Thank you, Your Highness!”

Li Ping’an took a deep breath as overwhelming Spiritual Power surged from the Grand Spirit Gathering Array beneath him.

The Holy Mother, standing in front of the Bamboo Tower, gently reached towards Li Ping’an with her left hand as if grasping something.

A golden light flickered at Li Ping’an’s chest, then rushed to his crown.

The struggling golden light persisted,

but the Holy Mother said, “If this were within the bounds of heaven and earth, I might fear you somewhat.

But here, you are no more than rootless water, how could you cause trouble?”

Golden radiance emerged around the Holy Mother, and with a gentle tug of her left hand, a beam of golden light flew out from the crown of Li Ping’an’s head, forming a faint three-inch figure.

This small figure bore no facial features and emitted an aura of tranquility and righteousness.

Yet, to Qing Su, this scene revealed a touch of eeriness.

Woman Wa raised her right hand, sword fingers poised, and gently tapped the small figure.

A burst of seven-colored radiance blossomed from Woman Wa’s fingertips, instantly piercing the figure.

The featureless figure vanished without a trace.

Li Ping’an looked up and happened to witness this scene.

A thought inexplicably rose within him,

‘Might it be better for someone to merge with the Heavenly Dao rather than having no one merge at all?’

Before he could fully explore the idea, his Primordial Spirit throbbed, insights flooding his mind.

The clouds that fluttered about his spiritual platform suddenly transformed into white beams of light, surging aggressively towards his Primordial Spirit.