Immortal Father
Chapter 612 - 612 215 When I was the Heavenly Emperor!

612: Chapter 215 When I was the Heavenly Emperor!

【Super Large Cup!】_3 612: Chapter 215 When I was the Heavenly Emperor!

【Super Large Cup!】_3 On what basis should the three Sect Hierarchs of Wanyun Sect, for the sake of the Human Race’s affairs, antagonize two Hierarch-level experts from the Western Sect?

Naturally, those who have survived the ancient and archaic battles to become the ultimate victors can clearly discern their own advantages and disadvantages.

Better to save oneself than to hope for salvation from others.

But how should one save oneself?

Li Ping’an numbly hurled the Subdue Mountain Seal outward, the immortal power within his body already beginning to fade without replenishment, while the surrounding demons seemed endless—as if that Daluo Golden Immortal had released another batch.

He continually sent messages, urging Elder Yansheng to stay close to his father.

His father, at the moment, was looking mightily imposing, leading over a dozen inner sect elders of Wanyun Sect, locked in a struggle to kill the severely wounded Golden Immortal who was nearly unable to hold on.

But, to what end?

Immortals from Wanyun Sect kept falling in battle.

With each drop of the great demon’s corpse came the lifeless bodies of one immortal after another, releasing the spirits from their Dao Bodies.

Even Elder Yansheng at his side had his Daoist Robe stained with blood and his Primordial Spirit was injured.

Many disciples from the lineage of the myriad sect leaders on the main peak were now dead or wounded.

Elderly immortals at the Elemental Immortal realm kept rushing out like moths to a flame, extinguished by the shadow of demons.

Old Tianli was beginning to falter, his breath rapidly falling, his body struggling to maintain itself, and even with an iron will to battle, he, having just entered the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm, found it difficult to withstand the joint assault of two Taiyis.

Are we to lose just like this?

Is this the calamity of my father, or the calamity of the entire Wanyun Sect?

Li Ping’an fell silent, looking at his palm; he stopped the motion of throwing the Subdue Mountain Seal, instructing Elder Yansheng to follow his father from a distance.

He still had something unused.

One cannot obtain everything without giving up something;

Nor can one always fulfill their desires after making thorough preparations.

Li Ping’an closed his eyes, his mind returning to his Primordial Spirit, the little figure of his Primordial Spirit slowly raising its head to look towards the Golden Cloud above.

Rather than sitting and awaiting rescue, it was better to gamble in a fight to the death and see if any opportunities could arise.

Even if, even if it was just to temporarily gain the battle strength of the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

The Primordial Spirit bent its legs, and leaped.

In a trance, Li Ping’an felt as if he was standing amidst the ruins of the heavens, looking up at the towering Immortal Palaces above.

Then, without hesitation, his Primordial Spirit leaped into the Golden Cloud.

Within the Golden Cloud, arcs of lightning began to appear, countless golden thunders spreading throughout the spiritual land!

Heavenly Dao!

Where is the Heavenly Dao!

In an instant, Li Ping’an’s Primordial Spirit rushed through the Golden Cloud, bypassing the forming thirty-three layers of the Pagoda, and reached the very top of the Golden Cloud.

In front of the Primordial Spirit stood a magnificent white jade Immortal Palace.

The Immortal Palace was originally nameless, but as Li Ping’an’s Primordial Spirit looked up, slow and steady, the characters ‘Lingxiao’ emerged on the plaque in front of the palace.

A figure sat quietly inside the hall, faceless and formless, semi-translucent, with a cluster of rosy light flickering at its chest.

Li Ping’an stepped inside.

“Heavenly Dao!

I have come!”

“You shouldn’t have come,” the ‘Heavenly Dao’ calmly responded.

“Lend me some power,” Li Ping’an’s Primordial Spirit did not stop as it spoke, “Haven’t you always wanted to merge with me?

I agree.”

“At this moment, your heart is filled with anger, unrest, anxiety.”

‘Heavenly Dao’ slowly said:

“I am no longer myself, I understand the principle of great love, I cannot resonate with the current you.”

Li Ping’an’s Primordial Spirit, which had just reached the Heavenly Dao, hesitated and frowned at the Heavenly Dao.

The faceless figure bowed, paying respects:

“Please return, I understand that all beings have their emotions and concerns, and I understand that you desperately need this fighting power now, but I cannot go against the newly born principles of the Heavenly Dao, which is meant to protect beings and should not interfere with their conquests.

“Your understanding of the Heavenly Dao is not as ample as it originally was.

You still need to learn from your father, and he should teach you what is true, good, loving, just, fair.”

Li Ping’an: …

“My father is about to die!

Isn’t his tribulation also manifested by you!”

The faceless figure then said, “I am just a phantom created by the Heavenly Dao, existing to accept the thoughts of your father.

The Heavenly Dao has no sex, no form, no existence, no self; everything should follow the rules of the Heavenly Dao.”

Li Ping’an’s Primordial Spirit pursed his lips tightly and then abruptly stretched his hand toward the faceless figure.

The faceless figure, of course, showed no expression, but Li Ping’an could feel it, it was utterly calm, without any fluctuations.

Li Ping’an’s Primordial Spirit grasped nothing.

“Calamities rise and fall, destiny plays out on its own.”

The faceless figure spoke calmly:

“You need to embrace great love, selflessness, truth, and goodness, to let go of these desires in your heart, to resonate with me again.

“Li Ping’an, please be prepared before you come here again.

When you let go of these desires in your heart, you will gain the true power of the Heavenly Dao.

“The Heavenly Dao will always wait for you; you are the only chosen spirit of the current Heavenly Dao.”

Thunderous sounds!

The Dao Body suddenly suffered a strong impact.

Li Ping’an’s Primordial Spirit pursed his lips but was now sitting cross-legged in the Treasure Hall, his mind returning to the outside world.

The battle situation was now at a complete disadvantage.

The great cauldron of Elder Tianli had become the last reliance of the Human Race’s side at the moment.

The cauldron was covered with cracks, now floating above the main peak, projecting a spherical barrier that barely protected the peak.

The figure of Elder Tianli was beneath the cauldron, his shoulders bearing the brunt of it, constantly spewing blood from his mouth, his eyes bloodshot, yet fighting to the death, continuously squeezing his potential.

Daoist Yun Ting appeared behind Elder Tianli, placing his hands on Tianli’s back and converting his own immortal power into spiritual power, pouring it through Tianli into the cauldron.

Daoist Kongming and Granny Linghua were sitting cross-legged in two different directions, using their immortal power to patch the gaps in the light shield.

Several dozen Heavenly Immortals of the Wanyun Sect were seated on the ground, hands raised towards the sky, their immortal power ceaselessly converging towards the cauldron.