Immortal Father
Chapter 569 - 569 200 Hello Li Dali_2

569: Chapter 200 Hello, Li Dali_2 569: Chapter 200 Hello, Li Dali_2 Nuwa closed her eyes and heaved a slight sigh.

“Mother, your child takes his leave.”

Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor bowed his head, performed a courtesy, and turned to walk towards the grand hall’s doors.

The moment he stepped beyond Nuwa’s Dao Charm boundary, Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor’s expression reverted to one of irritation, and he said angrily:

“Not a single step back for our Human Race’s soldiers!

Let the Demon Race retreat a thousand miles!

Otherwise, I shall lead the troops and drive them back a thousand miles, then return to camp!”

Li Ping’an of course knew that these were words the Human Emperor had intended for certain maids in the Holy Mother Palace to hear.

Within the grand hall enshrouded by the Sect Hierarch-level Dao Charm.

Nuwa sat on the edge of her throne, supporting her forehead with a few slender fingers, bowing her head and letting out a soft sigh.

The ‘unconscious’ Li Ping’an inside the throne at this moment felt rather awkward.

He didn’t dare to move recklessly now.

Nuwa had concealed him within the throne using Dao Charm, probably to allow him to hear Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor’s words.

Next, she was likely to ask what he thought about them.

What was he supposed to think?

He was just lying there watching…

“Li Ping’an.”

Nuwa called out softly.

Li Ping’an then felt himself being lifted by a gentle force, floating in front of the throne, standing up on his own.

He quickly opened his eyes and made a respectful bow with folded hands.

“Your Majesty, at your command!”

Nuwa slightly furrowed her brows and spoke slowly, “Go change your clothes in the corner.”

“Yes!”

Li Ping’an turned and ran, glancing down at himself during his run.

Goodness, he hadn’t noticed while lying down, but standing up revealed that his immortal robe and inner garment were tattered, with strips of cloth dangling down, exposing his pale Dao Body beneath.

Thankfully, no crucial parts were revealed.

[Now, the Heavenly Dao owes me one robe and one set of inner garments.]

Li Ping’an efficiently changed into a light white inner garment and azure Daoist robe, and put on a pair of cloth boots before hastening back in front of Nuwa, bowing again to the Holy Mother.

“Forgive me for amusing you.”

“The bodies of the Human Race were all made by my own hands; there is no need to worry about impropriety.”

Nuwa sighed lightly, seeming quite troubled, maintaining her position with her head rested on her hand, and spoke softly:

“This is partly my fault.

When I created humans, I realized the Creation Path and was elated.

The Great Dao was exerted freely.

After creating the Primordial Human Race, although the Great Dao advanced, it greatly depleted my vitality, forcing me to meditate for a long time to recover, which resulted in the Human Race losing their support and being slaughtered by the Ancient Heavenly Court.

“If I had realized sooner and stopped Emperor Jun’s actions, perhaps the Human Race’s hatred for the Hundred Clans could have been lighter.

“And we wouldn’t be in a situation where we’re still fighting, constantly embroiled in an endless war.”

“Your Majesty is compassionate,” Li Ping’an didn’t have any additional thoughts and simply said, “You do not wish to see living beings in torment, but some Sect Hierarchs just want to play with living beings at their whim.

Such Sect Hierarchs represent the strong bullying the weak and are the root of chaos and disorder.”

Nuwa nodded slightly, then her face suddenly brightened with a smile.

She asked, “Emperor Li Tian, is there anything else you would like to say now?”

Li Ping’an’s legs shook, almost bringing him to his knees.

“Your Majesty, such a joke is not funny!”

Nuwa sat up straight but did not display any severe dignity.

She was as peaceful and kind as before in the secret realm, radiating serene grace and beauty.

She said with a smile:

“You asked me to help you, and indeed I helped you, leaving not a trace of Heavenly Dao power in your body.

“What’s odd is that when Heaven punished you, it not only failed to diminish your Dao Realm but instead helped purge impurities from your Dao Body and infused even more Heavenly Dao power into your spiritual platform.

“Two treasures of the Heavenly Dao have now been conceived at your spiritual platform.

If someday you do become the Heavenly Emperor, you will not lack a place to preside over.

If you produce the halls from your spiritual platform, the power of the Heavenly Dao will fill them, transforming them into a tangible grand hall.

“That thirty-three-storey pagoda is also quite miraculous; it might well be a fine treasure for Magical Combat.”

Li Ping’an heaved a resigned sigh: “Your Majesty, I have no special merits, so why does the Heavenly Dao favor me so?”

Nuwa inquired, “Are you not willing?”

Li Ping’an found himself at a loss for words.

Turning his gaze inward, he envisioned the splendid scene of Emperor Jun and Xihe in the Splendid Pool inverted, while his heart stirred with a trace of comprehension.

He said, “Your Majesty, my heart is in turmoil right now.”

“Speak your mind to me,” Nuwa said gently, as a chair flew over with a sweep of her hand.

Li Ping’an didn’t stand on ceremony, performed a Daoist salute to Nuwa, and settled himself in the chair, attempting to clarify his thoughts.

The exhilarating freedom of soaring unfettered in the sky upon a drastic breakthrough in Dao Realm without the suppression of the Heavenly Dao;

The helplessness and frustration of watching the power of the Heavenly Dao swiftly retreat, swelling even more than before, under the blow of divine retribution;

The helpless plea and hardship conveyed in the aged face of Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor;

The ostensibly kind visage of Mo Linyuan, which hid an eerie ‘loss of heart’;

Heavenly Dao, Way of Humanity;

Sect Hierarchs, Hundred Clans.

He seemed to comprehend something yet felt as if he gained nothing.

At the moment, all he could do was speak his thoughts without daring to conceal anything.

Because Li Ping’an knew that the only Sect Hierarch-level figure he could rely on now was the beautiful Holy Mother before him.

Time to cling to the mighty.

To cling earnestly and sincerely to the mighty.

…

In front of the Holy Mother Palace’s gate.

Xu Sheng and Li Dazhi paced back and forth side by side, maintaining a consistent rhythm.

Wang Shan stood with his hands behind his back, conversing quietly with Xing He, Xinghan, and Feng Tingzhu, who nodded in admiration.

They seemed to be discussing the events that had just transpired within the hall.

Not far away, the celestial soldiers still kept their formation, with several celestial generals in charge of the troops discussing in hushed tones the facial expressions of Emperor Xuanyuan and Minister Feng and Cangjie as they left a moment ago.

The expressions were those of annoyance, tinged with a hint of helplessness.