675: Chapter 236: Dazhi Lectures Again, Calamity Warning Arises!_3 675: Chapter 236: Dazhi Lectures Again, Calamity Warning Arises!_3 Li Dazhi’s eyes reflected a hint of emotion, followed by a slight frown.
He was also in the state of the Primordial Spirit, and he cultivated the Great Dao of the Clouds as well; his perception was much keener than Li Ping’an’s.
The insights gained here, many seemed to be beyond what the Wanyun Sect’s techniques could comprehend of the principles of the Dao.
Li Dazhi’s figure passed through the ‘blue sky and white clouds’, descending beside Li Ping’an and Holy Mother Guiling.
Holy Mother Guiling was sprawled out with disheveled hair, and Li Ping’an was hesitating whether or not to help her up.
This was his spiritual platform, and it wasn’t appropriate for Holy Mother Guiling to remain here indefinitely.
Li Dazhi asked, “How is Elder Guiling faring?”
so, so embarrassing…”
Guilingling stiffly turned her head and buried it underneath:
“I’ll be able to move in a while…
I’ll leave immediately…
Li Ping’an and Li Dazhi turned to look at the same time.
The familiar rosy light.
Li Ping’an’s expression changed, and he stepped forward swiftly, with strands of immortal consciousness emanating from the Primordial Spirit, probing rapidly towards the rosy light.
—His Heavenly Dao backlash had been transferred to Holy Mother Guiling by the Heavenly Dao.
Did his father still have tribulations to face?
The last tribulation was a perfect match: the blood clouds, and the sunset divine arrow, which was still embedded in the mountain body at the main peak of Wanyun Sect.
As his immortal consciousness merged into the rosy light, the power of the Primordial Spirit was rapidly consumed, but Li Ping’an stood transfixed.
The latter half of Holy Mother Guiling’s words only emerged then:
Li Dazhi frowned and said, “What’s the matter?
He sent a strand of his immortal consciousness towards what was ahead.
Li Ping’an’s Primordial Spirit suddenly stirred, emitting a powerful surge of immortal consciousness; the power of the Heavenly Dao transformed into a gentle breeze, casting out the Primordial Spirits of both Li Dazhi and Holy Mother Guiling.
A thread of immortal light returned to Li Dazhi’s forehead; he shuddered a few times but swiftly returned to normal.
Li Dazhi frowned and said, “What’s going on?
Why can’t I take a look?”
“Dad, the Heavenly Dao can backlash,” said Li Ping’an with a smile, “Look at Uncle Guiling.”
Lying on the ground, Holy Mother Guiling slowly lifted her hand, her movement slow, swaying back and forth.
Li Dazhi looked at Li Ping’an’s face.
Li Ping’an cleared his throat, stood up, lifted Holy Mother Guiling, and placed her on a wooden chair beside them.
Guilingling smiled sheepishly, her eyes filled with trepidation.
Li Ping’an shook his head gently at her, signaling her not to speak any further.
With effort, Guilingling said, “Well…
I was a bit curious and went in…
Nephew, don’t be afraid…
Once I’ve recovered…”
Li Ping’an said, “Dad, I will cultivate here for a while, and Uncle, you should heal as well.
Please don’t barge into my spiritual platform at will again.”
Guilingling crisply agreed, her eyes carrying a hint of disbelief.
My teacher’s nephew is so gentle!
She hadn’t been scolded at all!
Li Dazhi muttered, “What exactly happened?
Isn’t that divine skill triggered by my tribulation?”
Li Ping’an remained silent with a smile, heading straight to a window to meditate, swiftly absorbing the endless insights within him.
Thereafter, he once again looked towards the new rosy light that appeared at an unknown time.
Father and son’s divine skills, a warning from the Heavenly Dao.
But the visions that appeared this time didn’t seem to have much to do with Li Dazhi.
[The broken mountains, chaotic skies, collapsing earth, surging Sea of Blood.]
[A figure in white, Li Ping’an, leaning on a broken spear, his hands and feet entwined by dark chains, struggling ceaselessly but utterly unable to move.]
[A headless brute wielding two large battle-axes, relentlessly advancing towards him—and in the blink of an eye, standing before Li Ping’an, a divine axe lifted high, smashing down, blood spraying everywhere, Li Ping’an’s head sent flying.]
Xingtian wields his weapon.
The Heavenly Emperor’s Beheading Tribulation!