562: Chapter 198: Three Transformations!
Becoming an Immortal!
562: Chapter 198: Three Transformations!
Becoming an Immortal!
Li Ping’an’s dao heart could hardly conceal his excitement.
Taking advantage of the Holy Mother’s departure to arrange the Five Elements Realm, he immediately took out several Storage Treasures and released over a dozen ordinary puppets, swiftly using six hundred superior Spirit Stones to set up the Grand Spirit Gathering Array.
Although using superior Spirit Stones to arrange the Spirit Gathering Array was indeed extravagant, as superior Spirit Stones were generally used as treasures for certain grand arrays;
just talk about how abundant the Spiritual Energy in this Grand Spirit Gathering Array is!
Having finished setting up the grand array, Li Ping’an began to sort out his own insights.
After slightly cultivating, he suddenly thought of something;
Before the Holy Mother helped him expel the force of the Heavenly Dao, should he complete the third Spiritual Transmutation first?
All the Five Elements materials were prepared, and the Primordial Spirit had reached the ‘standard’ for Spiritual Transmutation.
Although there was still room for improvement, the pace of enhancement had become very slow…
Li Ping’an slapped his thigh.
This was his rare opportunity, also the opportunity exchanged with the ‘Divine Enthronement Catastrophe’ script.
To transmute before breaking through would have a much greater effect than a mere breakthrough.
Moreover, the Holy Mother had said that this place was beyond the realm of heaven, free from the control of the Heavenly Dao.
To transmute here, there was a high probability that no heavenly retribution would descend!
Once he returned to the Desolate Era realm, it would be a fait accompli, the raw rice turned to cooked rice, what could the Heavenly Dao do then?
Li Ping’an took a few deep breaths, then took out twelve Five Elements treasures, the essence of mountains, the soul of water, the spirit of wind, the root of grass, all varied and beyond enumeration.
He also took out a vat of Everlasting Spring Water and began to concentrate on refining it.
The Holy Mother, who was fiddling with the ‘bubble’ of Five Elements Dao principles, also turned around to look his way.
Qing Su, pretending to cultivate, now slightly opened her eyes and watched Li Ping’an’s actions.
Li Ping’an embraced the Primordial, preserving unity, drop by drop of Everlasting Spring Water flew between his palms, a rainbow light began to flicker, as the Spring Water seemed to be ‘unraveling like silk.’
This time, he had to refine this Spring Water at least 999 times to meet the requirements for the third Spiritual Transmutation.
How many times could one undergo Spiritual Transmutation?
Li Ping’an had no exact count in his heart, but generally speaking, it probably couldn’t exceed nine times; he had only extrapolated to the fourth Spiritual Transmutation.
In the Desolate Era’s primary world, within the Holy Mother Palace above the Southern Continent.
In the Immortal Palace where the Holy Mother left the wordless stele, people were now standing everywhere.
The four walls had been temporarily retracted, with white jade pillars holding up the gorgeous dome, and around these pillars, maidens craned their necks in anticipation, seemingly waiting for the Holy Mother’s return.
The wordless Stele stood above the throne, and at the moment, it no longer fluctuated.
There were heavy gatherings of people outside the main hall, but inside, it was somewhat emptier.
The two seniors who had come along with Li Ping’an showed urgent expressions on their faces, and the just-appeared left and right attendants frowned, discussing something with another old crone.
Wang Shan stood quietly in the corner of the hall, his eyes gleaming with a few bright spots.
What had he just witnessed?
Li Ping’an and Qing Su, both enveloped by the rainbow light, were swept into the wordless stele.
‘Is this the charm of my lord?’,
‘To come here to investigate the mystery of the disappearance of the Holy Mother, only to be directly taken away by the Holy Mother herself.
—— Although it is not yet certain, it probably just went like that.’,
‘If the Holy Mother returns, it will be a great achievement for my lord, and at that time…
could my lord truly…’
Wang Shan sighed lightly, a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Xu Sheng muttered, “Should we smash this stele?
There might be clues hidden inside!”
The left attendant turned around, his tail whipping as he opened his mouth sternly, “Presumptuous!
This object was left by the Holy Mother!
Who are you to dare to speak such wild words!”
“I am Xu Sheng, a blacksmith.”
“The left attendant puts on quite an imposing manner, even within this Holy Mother Palace.
Surely there are a few Spiritual Treasures here that were forged by my very hands.
“If you can’t give a proper explanation, then we will find Ping’an using our own methods!
“I could tell you that Ping’an is an Inspector personally appointed by the Emperor, and he has behind him Great Powers from the Taoist Sect, and high experts from the Sect Hierarch!”
The left attendant angrily drew his sword.
The right attendant and the three old crones hurriedly stood in front of him.
The right attendant old crone chuckled, “Xu Sheng, my friend, is simply anxious and did not mean to be disrespectful.
“The sudden disappearance of Ping’an and Qing Su is indeed somewhat strange; however, with the Dao Charm left by the Holy Mother still lingering here, it’s likely that the two friends have been summoned by the Holy Mother to some secret place.
“This could also indicate that the Holy Mother has actually been watching over us all along.”
The left attendant narrowed his eyes slightly: “What, you want to use the Holy Mother to pressure me?”
The right attendant spoke amiably, “We are but old servants who serve the Holy Mother; there’s no talk of who can pressure whom.”
One old crone turned and scolded, “Xu Sheng, don’t be disrespectful!
We all know you’re a master at Artifact Refining and have made great contributions to the Human Race, but this is the Holy Mother Palace, how can something left by the Holy Mother be destroyed at will?”
Xu Sheng bowed slightly, then with a flick of his sleeve, he walked over to a corner.
The Tianli elder frowned and asked, “Can we be sure of this, that it was the Holy Mother who took Ping’an and Qing Su away?”
“It should be,” the right attendant sighed, “The Holy Mother’s Dao Charm is undeniable.”
“Then I have no more questions,” Tianli elder waved his hand, “I’ll report this to Minister Feng and the Emperor immediately.”
“There’s no need for trouble.”
The Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan’s voice suddenly rang out.
In the stars beyond the Holy Mother Palace, a purple glow appeared, collapsing inward, as a doorway emerged, through which three figures walked out.
The foremost was a man with a clean-shaven face, of noble countenance, dressed in a black robe with a golden belt, embroidered with a golden five-clawed dragon.
His long hair, simply tied up, moved as though dancing without wind.
It was none other than the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan.