Chapter 1355: Chapter 485: Houtu’s Entrustment

Li Ping’an feels that he is thoroughly busy.

Battling bodies come and go, true forms appear and vanish; two battlefields constantly need firefighting, flying back and forth through heaven and earth.

Of course, the Roc serving as a mount may be even more exhausted.

Li Ping’an watched as the divine spirits of the Southern Continent returned to the Southern Continent’s divine court, and instructed the old woman from the Holy Mother Palace to close the entrance and exit of the grand formation, leaving the main hall of the Holy Mother Palace.

The Qingluan bird was waiting outside.

Li Ping’an was not in a hurry, taking advantage of his battling body rushing around, with the situation in the Sea of Blood stabilized, he finally found time to go to the Heavenly Emperor’s Academy to see what his reserve immortal officials were busy with.

Adjusting his black robe, tidying his long hair, he stepped on the Seven Stars, riding the clouds inside.

Lo and behold, the Heavenly Emperor’s Academy was empty and deserted.

Li Ping’an almost forgot that his father arranged for all the ‘teachers’ here to be hot-blooded elderly types, who almost always left en masse during major battles.

He came with high spirits but left feeling disappointed.

Li Ping’an returned to the back of the Qingluan, under the gaze of the staying fairies from the Holy Mother Palace, and directly descended toward the Sea of Blood.

——The Chief Left Assistant had also led a large number of fairies from the Holy Mother Palace to join the battle, opening two pathways between the surface and the underground.

The Qingluan spread its wings and soared, Li Ping’an observed along the way.

The vast scorched earth on the northern side of the Southern Continent still had a few scattered magical combats, seemingly where Qi Cultivators were pursuing some fleeing demons, none of whom were particularly skilled.

Arriving near one of the pathways, he could see raging mountain fires and corpses scattered everywhere.

Most Qi Cultivators require long years to become immortals, yet those who fall now remain unknown and unremarkable.

Li Ping’an felt quite sentimental deep down.

Today, there were no insights gained.

The Avenue of All Beings is indeed like this, each ‘sentiment’ can only be used once.

The Qingluan dove straight down, and throughout each pathway, one could see the corpses of Dao Soldiers and occasionally some immortal soldiers and generals, with immortals already starting to organize the battlefield, helping recover the remains of the fallen.

When Li Ping’an appeared, these immortals hurriedly saluted, their eyes burning more intensely as they watched him.

Similar to the heated gaze when looking at Xuanyuan Huangdi.

A moment later, Li Ping’an found Xuanyuan Huangdi able to move about, barely having time to inquire about the battle below before Xuanyuan Huangdi frowned.

“Eh? Why are you back again?”

“True form,” Li Ping’an simply explained, “How is it below?”

“There’s a problem,” Xuanyuan Huangdi sneered, “Minghe Patriarch has refined the Sea of Blood; the Sea of Blood is his true form. We’ve killed Minghe Patriarch twice here, but whenever the Sea of Blood consumes a part, he can resurrect.”

“Resurrect directly? Without losing power?”

“Look,” Xuanyuan Huangdi nodded downward.

Li Ping’an lowered his gaze, extending his immortal consciousness as far as possible.

The battle at the bottom of the Sea of Blood had basically calmed, with the elite forces of the Heavenly Court already in position, a group of battle shamans chasing down the remaining fleeing Eight-Armed Asuras and Six-Armed Asuras.

At this moment, Houtu was sitting upright on the Sea of Blood’s surface, seemingly contemplating something, surrounded by warm yellow immortal light, beneath her a massive Lotus Dais’ shadow.

The Dao Charm around Houtu… reincarnation?

Today, reincarnation is about to be established?

Li Ping’an pondered slightly, pressing his lips together, and sighing quietly.

“What’s the matter?” Xuanyuan Huangdi inquired nearby, slightly coughing downward twice.

Li Ping’an sighed, “I can’t distinguish, I really can’t. Whether there is still someone scheming behind the scenes, the chessmaster positioning everything is adapting randomly, constantly adjusting, or whether our efforts in battle are also within the opponent’s calculations.”

Xuanyuan Huangdi laughed, “It’s useless to think about this, better to find a way to improve strength and become the chessmaster.”

“Easier said than done.”

“Indeed, easier said than done.”

Xuanyuan Huangdi leaned on his broadsword, looking downward into the depths of the Sea of Blood, murmuring:

“Just look at Minghe Patriarch, he gained Dao since ancient times, has been one of the top-tier Great Powers in heaven and earth, supposedly only one step away from qualifying as a chessmaster, but in the end, still lacks that final step.

“For his own selfish desires, he has harmed countless living beings, constantly opposing our Human Race, with several major battles in the Western Continent, Asura has killed tens of thousands of our immortal soldiers. The disaster of the Sea of Blood in the East Continent has erased entire cities and countless lives have died or been injured.

“And now… it’s finally avenging those killed by his hands.”

Li Ping’an pointed toward Minghe Patriarch’s direction, “Not quite dead yet.”

“Almost,” Xuanyuan Huangdi laughed, “If truly it’s ‘the Sea of Blood unending, Minghe won’t die,’ then today we’ll boil the Sea of Blood dry!”

Li Ping’an nodded with a smile, hands behind his back, looking toward the depths of the Sea of Blood.

The location of Minghe Patriarch was originally the largest city of the Asura clan, and now this city had been completely destroyed, Minghe Patriarch lay in the central breach, completely unclothed.

Behind him was a multicolored grid woven from intermingling avenues, ahead were relentless divine skills and magical treasures striking down.

Dozens of long spikes thoroughly nailed Minghe Patriarch in place, rendering him immobile, forced to roar continuously.

Around him were hundreds of silhouettes.

There were masters of the Dragon Clan, ancient Human Emperors, Golden Immortals of the Heavenly Court, elite warriors of the Human Race.

Minghe Patriarch’s Dao Body had suffered until reaching a certain limit, and during the collective assault from various masters, the Dao Body shattered once more.

Shennong Shi snorted coldly, the dozens of long spikes trembling lightly, flying directly into the air.

Blood light streaks flew from various spots of the Sea of Blood, instantly converging into Minghe Patriarch’s form, yet at that precise moment, he remained unable to move, as his long hair and beard sluggishly coalesced, and above, Xuanyuan Huangdi lightly tapped his sword.

Dragon Qi transformed into nine Golden Dragons, roaring as they charged toward Minghe Patriarch, directly smashing his form downward.