Immortal Father
Chapter 593 - 593 209 Nuwa Intervenes Sect Hierarchs Are All Shocked

593: Chapter 209: Nuwa Intervenes, Sect Hierarchs Are All Shocked 593: Chapter 209: Nuwa Intervenes, Sect Hierarchs Are All Shocked Why didn’t the Heavenly Dao respond?

Nuwa sat on her throne, unable to figure it out.

She tried over a dozen different methods of mystical calculation, and in the end, she even used the powers of the Creation Path to sense the changes in the Heavenly Dao.

After most of the day had passed, Nuwa let out a light sigh.

All she saw was fog, all she heard was illusion.

Her Creation Path was one of the foundational principles for constructing the Heavenly Dao, but even as a foundation, she couldn’t precisely feel any anomaly in the Heavenly Dao.

The only thing Nuwa could confirm was that the Heavenly Dao was resisting her calculations.

Even more, the Heavenly Dao seemed to have developed an aversion to her existence.

‘Why is it so?’

After a moment of thought, Nuwa lightly flicked her finger, and a fist-sized purple whirlpool appeared in front of her.

This was one of Nuwa’s divine skills, which allowed her to directly select a member of the Human Race to send a message to, observe, or summon them to her presence.

At this moment, she was searching for the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor.

Just as she was about to send a message, she was startled by the scene on the other side of the whirlpool.

There was no study of the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor.

At this moment, the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, dressed only in his inner garment, held the Xuanyuan Sword and swung it to his left.

Where the Xuanyuan swung his sword, there appeared to be a dark shadow, a shadow like a human soul stretched infinite in length, its top end connecting to the Void, its bottom end tied to a tall figure lying on the ground.

Lying on the ground was none other than Fenghou!

The Xuanyuan Sword came down!

The Dragon Qi of the Human Emperor burst out suddenly!

The dark shadow was cut from the middle, and Fenghou on the ground let out a muffled groan, turning his head and spewing out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor took a half step back, frowning at Fenghou.

Nuwa’s voice sounded in real time, “He must have been retaliated against by the Heavenly Dao for forcibly prying into it, and should be sent to me.”

“Thank you, Holy Mother!”

The Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor couldn’t spare more words, bent down to scoop up Fenghou, stepped into the rapidly enlarging whirlpool, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

…

Dong’an City.

Li Ping’an and his party had returned to their residence safely.

Qing Su stayed in Nuwa’s palace to cultivate, but a new mistress, Ningning Mu, had returned, and Wen Ling’er busied herself front and back, eager to perform.

Xiaoyue came over when she heard the news, of course pulling Ningning Mu aside to extend her warm regards.

Li Dazhi called over two elders, arranged for the senior Xu Sheng to stay in a separate courtyard, and Wang Shan, together with Xing He, Xinghan, and Feng Tingzhu, stayed in the large residence of Li Ping’an.

Having been in seclusion for four years, Li Ping’an had indeed developed a sentimental attachment to the place.

After settling everything, Xiaoyue took Ningning Mu to tour the much-changed Dong’an City, with Feng Tingzhu voluntarily following them to protect Li Mu’s daughter from close by.

In the study, Wen Ling’er brought tea and snacks, a plate of melon seeds, and this father and son began to murmur to each other.

“Dad,” Li Ping’an said with a frown, “I feel like there’s something not quite right about the power of the Heavenly Dao.”

“What’s not right?”

Li Dazhi chuckled, “Could it be that it’s singing ‘The Internationale’?”

“No, it’s not that bad yet.”

Li Ping’an slumped in his chair, resting his feet casually against his father’s, choosing to communicate through a solid state sound transmission and in their local dialect for encryption, he spoke gravely:

“What I mean is, your recent action of infusing the Heavenly Dao with so much thought, could it cause any reaction?”

“What sort of reaction could there be?

Isn’t the outside still brightly sunny?”

Li Dazhi laughed sheepishly:

“If the sky falls, there are six Great Sect Leaders to support it, why worry about such trifle matters?

You’re just like your mom, always worrying for nothing, all your energy and spirit are wasted on it!

“Is the power of the Heavenly Dao still within you?”

“Mhm…”

Li Dazhi said, “Then I need to prepare, create some high-quality courses, and go looking for it in your spiritual platform later.”

“Huh?” Li Ping’an couldn’t help but widen his eyes, “Dad, you still want to keep on going?”

“Of course I’ll keep going if it’s working!”

Li Dazhi grinned slyly:

“Don’t worry, what we’re doing is a good deed.

The core principles we’re instilling in the Heavenly Dao are equality, fairness, democracy, and kindness.

“Your dad isn’t a great villain.

How could I possibly teach the Heavenly Dao to do evil?”

Li Ping’an: …

Isn’t the problem the act of ‘teaching the Heavenly Dao’ itself?

The faceless little golden figure transformed by the Heavenly Dao had stopped pretending and directly bowed to him!

If one were to say it’s ‘humanizing the Heavenly Dao,’ it would seem a bit far-fetched;

But the current Heavenly Dao had already changed in indefinable ways compared to a few days ago.

Li Ping’an was accustomed to thinking things through clearly, but, facing the mysterious Heavenly Dao and his father’s whimsical ideas, he began to feel a sense of helplessness.

Never mind.

Let Old Li carry on.

Father is right; if the sky falls, there are Sect Leaders to hold it up, and if it comes to it, just have the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor prop up the sky again.

“Dad, I think we should stabilize first, and observe for two or three months before continuing the lessons.”

“Alright, I’ll listen to you!”

Li Dazhi waved his hand grandly:

“I also need some time to carefully recall those documents; after so many years, I haven’t needed them.”

“I’ve seen some of your memories before, Dad.”

Li Ping’an’s expression grew serious, furrowing his brow as he looked at his father.

Li Dazhi was taken aback, “What memories?”

A smile began to creep at the corners of Li Ping’an’s mouth.

Just as he was about to say ‘about your glory days,’ Li Dazhi already had a woeful look, hastily saying:

“Don’t misunderstand, Ping’an!

When I kept going south back then, it was for business, it’s normal to have entertainment during business, right?

It’s also normal for the local bosses to ask for a few to accompany during drinks, but I swear to heaven, I never betrayed your mother.

At most, I just hugged a little, embraced a little, sang ‘The Love of a Good Fellow’ and stuff, I never had any in-depth interactions!”

Li Ping’an: …

“Dad, be serious!”