Immortal Father
Chapter 870 - 870 304 Ancestor Minghe Comes Knocking

870: Chapter 304: Ancestor Minghe Comes Knocking 870: Chapter 304: Ancestor Minghe Comes Knocking “Have you been fighting for over half a year?”

Li Ping’an looked in astonishment at the two powerful women before him.

“Yes!”

Guilingling said,

“The Human Race has been advancing like a broken bamboo, and they’ve been quite principled too—hardly any creatures outside the battlefield are harmed by their hands.

Quite commendable indeed.”

Zi Yao Xianzi said, “The practice of benevolence and righteousness is indeed good, for only thus can one hold the moral high ground.”

Li Ping’an nodded and stood there, reflecting on the numerous marvelous uses of the Dao of all beings, such as listening to the hearts of all spirits.

He seemed to space out.

A tiny, fair hand waved in front of his face.

Guilingling, in her crisp voice, said, “Qing Su went down below to fight demons!

Master nephew, didn’t you say that Minghe is coming?

What should we do—should we call for Qing Su and run first?”

“No need to run.”

Li Ping’an nodded slightly and said formally,

“Let’s descend near the Human Race’s main camp first.

The Asura clan is burrowing underground; they need enough fresh blood to reach the surface, and Elder Minghe is among them.”

Zi Yao fell into thought and said softly, “We must not underestimate Elder Minghe’s strength.

Keep a clear head, and do not overextend yourself later.

I’ll try to see if I can stop him.”

Guilingling said proudly, “We could call my master over!”

Li Ping’an said formally,

“The opposing Sect Hierarch-level experts are led by Jie Yin and Zhunti, and the specific strength of Elder Minghe is unknown, but for now, he’s also considered Sect Hierarch-level.

“Our Sect Hierarch-level experts are Tongtian Shishuzu and Shengmu Nuwa, but we’re ultimately one person short and must not act rashly.

“Elder Minghe specializes in the Dao of slaughter, posing a significant threat to the battle situation…”

Zi Yao Xianzi said softly, “When I’m needed, just call my name between heaven and earth.”

Li Ping’an smiled and bowed, thinking to himself, ‘The small schemes of a powerful female figure.’

Guilingling urged, “Then let’s hide our presence first; we three are now a hidden trump card for the Human Race!”

Li Ping’an looked at his own Dao Realm, which was not yet fully stable.

A second-tier Heavenly Immortal, how can this be a thigh for the Human Race to lean on?

Relying on “us three” to rub the average strength value hard?

However, his power of the Heavenly Dao was still good, capable of unleashing a burst at a critical moment.

‘I’m getting closer and closer to the Golden Immortal Realm.

This time, through an accidental understanding of the Dao of all beings in the Western Continent warfare, my breakthrough has been too swift.

It’s best to press down on it.’

Li Ping’an muttered to himself in his heart.

He glanced at his father-son Divine Skill, the Heavenly Dao foresight.

The vision remained unchanged, with no variation.

‘Tsk, the more I look, the more my neck hurts.

Where in the world is Xingtian?’

Across the land, waves of Blood Fiend Qi surged from the fissures in the earth.

The Human Race had received an advance warning from a certain potential Heavenly Emperor and was now fully retreating, disengaging from the Demon Race.

Not only did these Blood Fiend Qi fail to devour many Immortal Soldiers, but they also caused some chaos in the Demon Race’s lines, as groups of demon beasts began to slaughter each other due to the Blood Fiend corruption.

Beneath the Blood Fiend, clouds of black mist floated out of the earth’s fissures.

Figures leaped out of the abyss, the women all tall and beautiful beyond compare, the men all with ordinary faces and multiple arms.

Apparently, their creator had spent a great deal of effort on the appearance of their race’s women, but when it came to their race’s men…

It was generally done perfunctorily.

A translucent Twelve-Petaled Red Lotus rose slowly from the ground fissure.

Atop the Red Lotus, an old man in bloody garments sat cross-legged, his eyes gleaming with divine light, two swords floated beside him, his elegant long hair simply tied back, and his aged but still handsome face wore a slight cold smile as he casually looked around at the world.

He opened his mouth slightly, and his voice spread across half the Western Continent.

“This Poor Daoist, Minghe, seeing the chaotic battle of living beings, cannot bear it in my heart, thus leading the Asuras here to support the weak and weed out the strong, to stop war with killing.”

After his words, two sword cries sounded.

Abi, Yuan Tu, the Twelve-Petaled Red Lotus, all sorts of powerful weapons of war made their appearance.

The pressure on the Human Race side increased greatly.

…

Moments earlier.

In the Demon Race’s main camp, inside the command tent.

A powerful demon shaman, shrouded in Demonic Qi, quietly sat on a chair next to the bed, staring into the simple Bronze Mirror, lost in thought.

On the bed, that charming and tempting demoness was still making various flirtatious poses.

But Chiyou, the strong-willed warlord, remained unmoved.

‘Why isn’t it working anymore?’

Chiyou, immersed in thought, was not merely reflecting on the action he had intended to take but wasn’t able to.

After all, it had been less than a year since his resurrection.

Having been torn asunder and suppressed for so long, a few parts of his body were still temporarily non-functional; that was not a major problem.

However, the currently slow-thinking Chiyou, from a brief feeling of regret that had arisen, thought about the series of defeats he had suffered over the past few months.

At that moment, the strong man became even more dejected.

His hands buried in his tangled hair, he continued to be consumed by dejection, his mind echoing with a series of sighs:

‘My demon blade is shattered, my brothers are gone, my tribe is no more, and the Witch Clan has left the main world.

What am I still holding on to?’

‘If it hadn’t been for the sudden betrayal of the Iron-Eater, perhaps I could have risen again.

Now, I’m just a puppet played by the ambitious of the Western Sect.’

‘Sigh, why isn’t it working…

It must be because I’ve just been resurrected.’

The demoness woman said softly, “My king, your servant is weary, allow me to serve you to rest.”

“Get out.”

Chiyou said coldly.

The demoness couldn’t help but roll her eyes, hastily pulling down her skirt to cover her delicate legs and feet.

As she got up, she quickly bowed and hurried away with her head down.

Thus, Chiyou’s slow-moving mind continued to spiral into dejection.

‘Where’s my blade?’

‘If it hadn’t been for the sudden betrayal of the Iron-Eater, perhaps I could have fought with Xuanyuan Huangdi for a few hundred more years.

Why did that bastard betray me?

Was it because I didn’t feed it precious ores for a hundred years?

But war is always expensive; there’s no surplus of ores.’