Immortal Father
Chapter 671 - 671 235

671: 235 671: 235 “Ping’an, I just received an inner-door message: the ancestor… the ancestor has ascended to immortality!”

“I know.”

Li Ping’an looked up and squeezed his eyes hard, sighing softly:

“Take me back to the sect.”

…

The Holy Mother Guiling diligently followed by Li Ping’an’s side.

She was awakened by the Dao Charm brought by Elder Yansheng’s arrival, and then she saw that Li Ping’an was about to leave.

Adhering to the principle of ‘take good care of the Heavenly Emperor’s nephew,’ Holy Mother Guiling, holding the Immortal Sword, directly tore open the cosmos, and brought Li Ping’an, Yansheng, Wei Yanzier, and the others, to the gate of Castcloud Hall in Wanyun Sect.

Outside the gate, there were still many Loose Cultivators.

In just half a year’s time, a densely populated market town had emerged outside the Castcloud Hall, with tens of thousands of Loose Cultivators residing there permanently, and it had also attracted a considerable number of Loose Cultivator Artifact Refiners.

Li Ping’an had no mood to pay much attention to these things.

His heart of Dao was filled with the heavy sentiment of the Path of Clouds, and he hurried into the sect with his companions, rushing toward the main hall.

Daoist Kongming was Li Dazhi’s master, and today Li Ping’an also followed the customs of the East Continent, dressing in a light white linen robe with a white sash tied around his arm.

Yansheng, Wei Yanzier, and the others did the same.

Guilingling asked through voice transmission: “Nephew Master, should I dress like this too?”

Li Ping’an, who was immersed in his grief, almost lost his composure at her words.

“No need,” said Li Ping’an, “Just wander around inside the sect gate as you like.”

“I’ll follow you; I’ll just cast an obscuring spell,” said Guilingling, “Think about last time that mosquito sneakily tried to attack you, that was quite dangerous.

You’re still too weak now.”

Li Ping’an nodded in agreement, and when he turned his head, the clever young girl behind him had become transparent, as if a bubble was following him.

Upon entering the main hall, the sound of low sobbing reached his ears; everyone from the Wanyun Sect was dressed in mourning clothes.

“Ping’an…

cough.”

Li Dazhi cleared his throat to make his voice sound less hoarse:

“You came back so quickly, come and send off your grandmaster.”

Li Ping’an hurried to his father’s side, not bothering to look at the other disciples of the grandmaster, and bowed respectfully towards the coffin.

“The grandmaster just came to me,” said Li Ping’an in a low voice, “leaving me with many insights…”

“He mentioned this to me before, said he wanted to leave these insights for you.”

Li Dazhi patted Li Ping’an’s arm and comforted his son in return:

“You don’t need to worry too much; your grandmaster has no regrets.

He just wanted to make things easier for you, to advance in your cultivation more quickly.”

“Qi Cultivators all seek detachment, and if you can’t comprehend life and death, you can’t truly step into the Longevity Realm.”

“Go greet your granduncles.”

Li Ping’an bowed to the four people kneeling to the side.

The three elders and one old woman hurriedly stood and returned the bow, saying they were unworthy of the “Heavenly Emperor’s courtesy.”

Afterward, Li Ping’an went to sit quietly in the corner, with his eyes closed, accepting the manifold insights given by Daoist Kongming.

Suddenly, he remembered something.

Daoist Kongming had once given him a piece of cloth, upon which were extremely abstruse Dao Charms, likely left by some high-level expert of the Human Race.

However, Li Ping’an had never been able to grasp anything from it.

Gradually, Li Ping’an entered a state of Dao enlightenment, as if the Heavenly Dao also made things convenient for him, with the backlash not preventing him from comprehending The Great Dao.

—In fact, it was because these were the lifelong insights from the old Daoist Kongming himself, not directly comprehending the many aspects of The Great Dao covered by the Heavenly Dao, so they could bypass the backlash from the Heavenly Dao and be directly accepted.

Generally speaking, the effects of such acceptance of insights are not very good.

Even though they both cultivated the Path of Clouds, every person’s Dao Foundation is different, and the Dao they personify upon becoming an Immortal is also not the same.

But at this moment, Li Ping’an faintly felt as if these insights were inexhaustible, and the Path of Clouds became deeper, threading through the Path of Clouds between heaven and earth.

Even many of the insights surpassed the Daoist Kongming’s own Dao Realm.

‘Could it be the assistance of a superior being?’

Li Ping’an thought of his teacher Yun Zhongzi, but he didn’t know how to verify it.

At that moment, he could only focus on comprehending and cultivating without other thoughts.

As per Daoist Kongming’s instructions from the day before, his funeral was very simple.

When the body was cooled and the immortal power completely dissipated, they began the cremation.

The light white true fire began to flicker;

Streams of Spiritual Energy broke free from the restraints of the Dao Body, dispersing into the world.

Every disciple of the Wanyun Sect bowed respectfully, sending off the founding grandmaster of the Wanyun Sect.

Over the past half year, no miracle had occurred.

The fall of a Human Race expert to demonhood is an irreversible process; whether the Demonic Fall Technique can be successfully performed depends on various factors, and once successful, they are abandoned by The Great Dao with no way to reverse it or any means to reincarnate and live again.

The Fountain of Youth is only for healing, relying on the consumer’s own life force to rebuild the Dao Body Primordial Soul.

The fall to demonhood itself exchanges the essence of life for a temporary surge in combat power.

It can be said that Daoist Kongming had been preparing for his departure half a year in advance.

What Li Ping’an was most concerned about was whether his father would be struck by the departure of Grandmaster Kongming.

He knew his father quite well.

Today Li Dazhi was calm and collected, busy greeting the mourners coming and going; aside from a redness around his eyes and a hoarse voice, he didn’t show much sorrow.

When night fell and the guests were gone, the Wanyun Sect returned to tranquility, Li Ping’an brought two jugs of fine wine and headed to the inner hall of Castcloud Hall.

Li Dazhi seemed to have anticipated Li Ping’an’s visit, had sent Xiaoyue away in advance, and initiated a conversation with a smile:

“When will this Heavenly Dao backlash end for you?

I just tried to pass on my power to you, and it was abruptly interrupted.”