Immortal Father
Chapter 718 - 718 251 Awakening Earth Ancestral Witch!_2

718: Chapter 251 Awakening, Earth Ancestral Witch!_2 718: Chapter 251 Awakening, Earth Ancestral Witch!_2 “At worst, I’ll give up my life for the Western Sect,”

Li Ping’an sighed softly.

‘Mo Wen Di’ Li Dazhi asked, “At this point, have you not thought about seeking aid from the Holy Mother?”

“The Holy Mother is the Holy Mother of the Human Race.

Because of Chiyou, my Witch Clan and the Human Race are already mortal enemies,”

Ancestor Witch Xuan Ming frowned and said:

“If the Human Race hadn’t pursued us, my Witch Clan might have found an Immortal Isle overseas to cling to life.”

Li Dazhi asked, “Did the Human Race ever pursue the Witch Clan after the great battle?”

Guang Chengzi replied, “The Human Emperor did not command it, but many Qi Cultivators from the East Continent have banded together to witch-hunt in the Northern Continent.

Without this poisonous miasma’s protection, the Witch Clan would have probably been annihilated by the Human Race’s Qi Cultivators long ago.”

Ancestor Witch Xuan Ming spoke softly, “All faults lie with me.

I ask the Heavenly Emperor to save Houtu, and I am willing to take my own life in front of Xuanyuan Palace.”

“Taking your own life won’t solve any problems.”

Li Ping’an stood up and said:

“The Human Race is also facing new predicaments now.

If the Ancestor Witch has the intention, then go apologize in front of the tomb of the human heroes, and then think about how you can help the Human Race.

Consider it as atonement.”

“Please, Ancestor Witch, select a few senior witches or witch priests to take me to the underground to have a look.”

Ancestor Witch Xuan Ming said, “I will take you personally…”

“No need,” Li Ping’an cupped his hands and said, “Ancestor Witch, rest here.

Honored uncles, Xing He and Xinghan, all of you come down.

Tingzhu, prepare the boat and don’t disturb Uncle Guiling.”

No sooner had his words fallen than figures descended from the sky, leaving only Feng Tingzhu on the Cloud Boat, guarding the already asleep Mother Gui Ling.

Thereupon, everyone stayed beside Ancestor Witch Xuan Ming while Qing Su, carrying the Holy Mother’s Longsword, followed beside Li Ping’an.

Li Dazhi had initially wanted to follow them for some excitement, but as the words reached his lips, he seemed to recall something and chuckled, slipping his hands into his sleeves.

Ancestor Witch Xuan Ming didn’t say much, quietly sitting back in his chair, his eyes continuing to look vacant.

Immortal Taiyi said, “I’ll go make some arrangements nearby to prevent those ferocious demons from coming back and causing trouble.”

“Let’s do it together,” Immortal Huanglong volunteered eagerly.

“No!

Absolutely not!”

Immortal Taiyi glared at Huanglong:

“What would you do, Brother Huanglong?

Get discovered and trapped by enemies ten out of ten times?

Immortal Yuding, assist me!”

Huanglong’s old face was full of chagrin.

Immortal Yuding showed a gentle smile, “It’s not right to say so, Brother Huanglong just lacks a bit of good fortune.”

“I have already changed my luck,” muttered Immortal Huanglong dejectedly, his face clouded with unhappiness.

…

This time, entering the underground ‘lair’ of the Witch Clan openly, Li Ping’an felt an even deeper impression.

The place was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by some glowing Treasured Materials providing faint light sources.

Qing Su walked with cautious steps next to him, vigilantly looking around.

Two elderly witches, referred to as ‘senior witch priests,’ led the way in front.

Two burly senior witches followed beside for protection.

Many emaciated witch children played at the junctions of those tunnels, their bodies scarcely clothed.

Upon seeing immortals in robes and gowns, their eyes were filled with curiosity.

A boy, not even five feet tall, asked, “Senior Witch, is there no food today?”

“Eat, eat, eat, that’s all you think about!”

The senior witch scolded:

“There’s something happening here, cooking and food delivery will start later.

Move back a bit, don’t bump into the honored guest.”

Li Ping’an shook his head with a smile.

Qing Su flipped her delicate hand and took out a ring-shaped Storage Treasure.

From it, several beams of Ice Blue Immortal Light flew out, releasing…

over a dozen ice-frozen, plucked, and gutted spiritual beasts as food ingredients.

These were ingredients she had collected while out foraging, and now she was anything but stingy with them.

As they walked along, Qing Su distributed food all the way until they reached the underground great hall, by which time the last bag of preserved fruits in her possession had all been given out.

“I forgot to save some for the trip back,”

Qing Su said with pursed lips.

Li Ping’an continued to smile without a word, his attention fixed on the cage that Immortal Consciousness had previously detected.

Indeed, that was where Houtu’s true form lay.

The so-called cage was discerned by the multifarious and intricate Formation seals, most of which were inward-facing clearly meant to prevent the spirit within from escaping.

As they followed a winding path into the constraints, they discovered an eight-sided stone altar, the Octagon Altar.

In the middle of the altar lay a dark pool, its waters indeterminable.

Within it, a woman in a white dress lay silently.

“Heavenly Emperor,” the senior witch priest said solemnly, “Houtu’s ancestor is in the pond.”

“Thank you,” Li Ping’an replied, “May I sense the condition of the Ancestor Witch Houtu here?”

“Of course,” the senior witch priest cautioned, “You are the Heavenly Emperor, so you need not fear the Demonic Qi, but…

please be extra cautious.”

Li Ping’an nodded with a smile, closed his eyes, and focused.

Slowly, behind his back, a golden Orb surfaced, emanating strands of Heavenly Dao essence, completely enveloping him and Qing Su.

It was merely a simple application of the Heavenly Dao power within him.

Next, Li Ping’an lifted his legs and sat cross-legged in the air, his robe fluttering slightly.

Threads of Immortal Consciousness wrapped in Heavenly Dao power soaked into the pool water.

The experts above focused their Immortal Consciousness on him, ready to teleport immediately to his location should anything unusual occur.

Soon, Li Ping’an opened his eyes again, his brow furrowed in thought.

Qing Su slightly tilted her head, then suddenly said, “Disciple…

Your Majesty, I think I can hear something.”

She placed her right hand on Li Ping’an’s shoulder, and he heard the whispered murmurs.

“So tired…

let’s sleep for a while…

just a bit longer…”

Qing Su’s Longsword trembled lightly, and Li Ping’an and Qing Su synchronized into a grey dim realm.

Before them lay stagnant black waters beneath an ink-black sky devoid of any stars, only a trace of candlelight ahead with what seemed to be a fallen figure within.