Immortal Father
Chapter 566 - 566 199 Judgment Day!

566: Chapter 199 Judgment Day!

Judgment Day!_2 566: Chapter 199 Judgment Day!

Judgment Day!_2 The flow of time around the Holy Mother Nüwa instantly returned to normal, and her figure fully appeared in the great hall.

“Do not advance!

No one can stop divine retribution!”

With two thuds, Tianli and Xu Sheng smashed against two White Jade Pillars, caught by a cyclone thrown by Fenghou.

The Holy Mother Nüwa casually flicked two beams of immortal light, pulling Li Dazhi and Qing Su to another side.

“Ping’an!”

Li Dazhi bellowed in distress.

When everyone looked at Li Ping’an again, despite having been struck by two bolts of heavenly retribution, Li Ping’an, except for twitching all over and a darkened forehead, appeared to have no other injuries.

Most bizarrely, the Hidden Dust Technique on Li Ping’an was broken by the thunder of divine retribution, revealing the Dao Realm of a Fifth Rank True Immortal…

This Dao Realm was as solid as a rock, without the slightest falter.

Not only did Li Ping’an’s aura not decline, the Dao Charm was not in the least bit scattered; instead, it even gained a trace of the power of the Heavenly Dao.

Even mighty experts like Fenghou and Cangjie, as well as the chief attendants on either side, could vaguely see that Li Ping’an’s Primordial Spirit lay trembling in the spiritual platform, just like his physical body.

Above Li Ping’an’s spiritual platform, a cluster of Golden Cloud was rapidly growing, absorbing all the power of divine retribution, within which a grand hall’s phantom flickered faintly.

Meanwhile, Tianli the elder and Xu Sheng, who had been affected by the second divine thunder, experienced a slight decline in their Dao Realms and a bit of disorder in their internal immortal power, and now they had no choice but to meditate.

Fenghou whispered softly, “Indeed a wonder.”

Having just withstood two divine thunders of retribution, Li Ping’an’s lips moved slightly.

He had fallen into a coma.

Fenghou frowned deeply, sending a strand of immortal light towards Li Ping’an’s mouth, and hurriedly said, “Ping’an, what did you say?”

Li Ping’an’s voice resounded from all directions in the Immortal Palace.

“Dammit…

exceeding the limit leads to deficits, the Heavenly Dao is inherently flawed…

I have nothing to say about the first strike…

but the second one, you damn sure did it with malice…

you thieving heavens…

if you dare, swallow my Primordial Spirit…

Strike me dead directly…

I refuse to be your servant…

I don’t believe in this…

unverifiable idealist nonsense…

Strike me dead…”

Crack!

The third divine thunder suddenly appeared and struck directly at Li Ping’an’s chest, continuing for several breaths.

Li Ping’an jolted all over from the electricity, his head tilted, and he passed out.

Inside his spiritual platform, the shadow of the great hall detached from the Golden Cloud and hovered above it, its foundation, stone pillars, and dome structure now clearly revealed.

And within the Golden Cloud, the phantom of a thirty-three-storied Pagoda emerged.

This extraordinary vision left even masters like Nüwa and Fenghou puzzled.

Since ancient times when the Heavenly Dao became manifest, it had always been monopolized by Emperor Jun; the visions appearing around Li Ping’an were unrecorded in any texts.

Nüwa spoke indifferently, “All of you may leave.”

Only then did the multitude of immortal youths and seniors, both inside and outside the palace, remember to bow, and they knelt down in a flurry.

The divine Fenghou, as well as the Preceptor Cangjie, also cupped their fists and bowed to Nüwa.

“We pay our respects to the Holy Mother!”

“Leave now.”

With a casual wave of Nüwa’s hand, Fenghou and Cangjie’s vision blurred, and they found themselves outside the Holy Mother Palace.

Inside the palace, Nüwa sighed softly, put away the stele with no characters upon her throne, and then gently pulled Li Ping’an’s body to float and land upon the throne.

Li Dazhi knelt with a thud on the ground and cried out, “A descendant of the Human Race greets the Holy Mother!

Please, Holy Mother, save my son!”

Nüwa glanced at Li Dazhi, then looked towards the outside of the palace, and said calmly, “He is fine.

Let his master stay; the rest of you should wait outside the hall.”

“Yes!”

Li Dazhi bowed, holding the hem of his Daoist Robe, stepped back several paces, and, along with Wang Shan and Xu Sheng, left the great hall.

Before Xu Sheng left, he wanted to support Tianli the elder, who was meditating nearby, but mysterious Dao Charm began to emanate from around Tianli, who revealed a slight smile and was whispering to himself.

“Exceeding the limit leads to deficits, the Heavenly Dao is inherently flawed.”

“Exceeding the limit leads to deficits, the Heavenly Dao is inherently flawed.”

“So this is how it is, I have been single-mindedly pursuing the Taiyi Golden Immortal state, desperately solidifying my own Dao Realm, but I’ve overfilled it.

Even the Heavenly Dao is flawed; how could I be an exception?

Today, I should achieve fulfillment and live up to heaven and earth in one act.”

Heavenly Force of the Eastern Alliance was about to breakthrough.

Xu Sheng pondered deeply, and suddenly his Dao-heart shook; he grasped Li Dazhi’s shoulder and quickly whispered a few words.

Li Dazhi turned to glance at Tianli the elder and then suddenly cracked a smile.

Lucky for him, the sales of treasures from Castcloud Hall just found a new lead.

…

Li Ping’an had a somewhat lengthy spring dream.

Calling it a spring dream didn’t seem quite right because the protagonist of the dream wasn’t him.

In the mirror, he saw an exceptionally handsome and slightly enchanting middle-aged man, wearing a robe with exquisite patterns, standing in front of a glazing mirror looking left and right, and then nodding with satisfaction as he ran his hand through a strand of golden hair.

Emperor Jun?

Because he overheard someone calling the man ‘Heavenly Emperor.’

Then, his perspective merged with Emperor Jun’s, accompanying him through a magnificent corridor above the clouds, stepping on the petal-strewn path newly laid by the Yunzhong fairies.

The bright moon turned into silver, and in a blink of an eye, it became a green ‘planet.’

Li Ping’an spotted the Innate divine Laurel Tree; under the tree was neither Wu Gang, the woodcutter Palace Attendant, nor was the Lunar Palace, said to be terribly cold, brightly lit, where women from the Hundred Clans prostrated on the ground, expressing their loyalty to the Heavenly Emperor.

Above all beings;

At the summit of the Dao.

Such should the Heavenly Emperor be.

Afterward, Li Ping’an saw the other protagonist of his spring dream, the woman who bathed in the Splendid Pool, draped in pure white yarn, beautiful beyond words.

The Queen of Heaven, Xihe?

Emperor Jun had two spouses, one of whom was the Goddess of the Sun, Xihe, and the other, Changxi, both Innate beings.