Chapter 1364: Chapter 488: Sea of Blood Treasure Fishing_2

‘Eh? Is this appropriate?’

‘You are my next master. My current master will die dozens of times more, his soul unable to withstand the counterforce of recombination and ultimately shatter completely. He won’t live long, so I must find myself a good successor. Take it!’

Li Ping’an:…

His hand sank, and the old Artifact Spirit hovering on his shoulder hastily shouted:

“It’s hooked! It’s really hooked!”

Li Ping’an raised his hand to lift the fishing rod, and before the many beings present, he pulled a longsword out of the sea.

The sword initially trembled, but as Li Ping’an exercised the Slaughter Path, the sword instantly unsheathed itself with a sound, conveying a hint of confusion towards Li Ping’an.

The Slaughter Supreme Treasure, Sword of Abi!

A tremendous force emanated from the Sword of Abi’s blade, making it almost impossible for Li Ping’an’s Golden Immortal Realm Dao Body to hold.

A beam of gray light flew from Li Ping’an’s chest, and the spirit of the Sword of Abi was immediately returned to chaos.

The spirit in the coffin reminded: “Hurry, drop a drop of vital essence! This treasure is too strong, your secondary Primordial Spirit is too weak, use vital essence to refine and absorb it into your body’s spine for nurturing!”

Li Ping’an dared not be careless, following the advice, he dropped vital essence, drew seals, and engraved restrictions.

The Sword of Abi quickly conveyed a feeling of closeness, and Li Ping’an raised his hand to send the Sword of Abi to his chest, where it transformed into a beam of blood light and drilled into Li Ping’an’s spine.

With the sword as the spine, it is the marvelous method of nurturing the sword.

Congratulatory voices immediately rippled around.

Li Ping’an hadn’t yet responded before he sensed a pair of spiteful eyes watching him. Looking down, he saw the old ancestor of Minghe, pressed to the bottom of the Sea of Blood and ground back and forth by hundreds of experts, fiercely staring at him.

Li Ping’an smirked slightly, sitting more upright.

The fishing rod sank again, and a blood robe floated up by itself, Li Ping’an raised his hand to grip the blood robe.

Innate Spiritual Treasure, Sea of Blood Treasure Robe, a defensive type Spiritual Treasure, capable of changing its form by itself, originally condensed from the essence of the Sea of Blood.

Good stuff, collect it.

This was not a supreme treasure, so Li Ping’an directly stored it in the Storage Treasure.

The fishing rod sank once more, a string of beads as red as blood fell into his hand, also an Innate Spiritual Treasure, refined from thirty-six blood beads brewed in the Sea of Blood.

Generally, beads held in hand could calm and soothe one’s mind.

This string of blood-colored beads, however, could agitate others, arousing murderous intent, being a Slaughter Path Spiritual Treasure specializing in breaking the pure Dao Heart.

Good, collect.

Li Ping’an already thought to reel in his line.

The most important Sword of Abi and Twelve-Petaled Red Lotus were obtained, it was time to head back.

His old father in the Heavenly Court was being plotted against by Hongjun, in a perilous situation, and he needed to hurry over to rescue him.

Yet, he couldn’t resist, there was a voice in his Spirit Platform…

“Keep fishing, keep fishing! It’s interesting! Hahaha! Everyone’s eyes are rounding!”

“Haha! Wonderful! This Twelve-Petaled Red Lotus truly is a marvelous artifact! How about fishing for an Asura Princess to be your bed-warming maid?”

“Don’t worry, I’m watching over your father. Your father isn’t foolish, he’s slowing down, making it quite troublesome for him to leave the Heavenly Court.”

Li Ping’an, resigned, could only continue fishing.

A span of time later, a series of treasures were hooked, their quality successively decreasing.

When Li Ping’an reeled in a postnatal Spiritual Treasure sword, the spirit in the coffin lost interest instantly, muttering:

“Just this? Is this all the Innate treasures the old ancestor of Minghe has? That’s too poor.”

Li Ping’an sighed inwardly: “Should we go now?”

“Let’s go, first pretend to head toward the Southern Continent, let the Qingluan bird take you, I have my ways to fool Hongjun and the others, to take you to the Heavenly Court.”

Li Ping’an agreed, slowly rising from beside Houtu, gesturing to the obedient Qingluan bird not far away.

Li Ping’an looked up several times, discovering that atop the sea bottom, numerous experts were watching him, many with strange expressions, among them not a few with eyes wide in disbelief.

“Don’t stop, folks,” Li Ping’an said, “I’ve severed most of the old ancestor of Minghe’s connection with the Sea of Blood, kill him eighty-one more times and he’ll collapse himself. Keep up the good work, I’m off to the Southern Continent to console those deities.”

He hadn’t finished speaking before he jumped onto the back of the Qingluan bird.

The Qingluan bird stretched its wings, rapidly flying towards the southern part of the Sea of Blood, ready to circle around the Southern Continent.

Upon finishing business, go treasure-hunting, keep achievements and fame concealed.

Xuanyuan Huangdi couldn’t help but tilt his head, clicking his tongue: “This guy really can fish for treasures?”

Before his voice had fallen, streams of light were already descending toward the surface of the Sea of Blood.

In a short while, the Sea of Blood was filled with those boating and fishing, a spectacular sight unprecedented.

The Qingluan Bird had not yet flown out of the blood sea when it suddenly became a bit dazed, then continued to fly along its original route in a dreamy stupor.

The figure on the back of the Qingluan Bird remained motionless. Though it had weight, aura, and Dao Charm, it was ultimately just a phantom.

…

The spirit in the coffin revealed a trick to Li Ping’an.

Walking outside the painting refers to the concept of the universe as a painting scroll, whereby top experts can use divine skills to leap out of this painting and walk outside of it.

It took Li Ping’an to walk outside the painting, moving ten thousand miles with every step, ignoring all formations and distance barriers, bringing Li Ping’an into the Heavenly Court, and just stopped not far from Li Dazhi’s side.

Li Ping’an breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, when he looked at his father, it was as if separated by a layer of smooth glass.

To jump from outside the painting into the painting naturally requires the permission of the coffin spirit.

“Watch,” said the spirit in the coffin, “don’t speak out carelessly, for if you make a sound, our efforts will be in vain. First, see if your father can provoke the other into action.”

Li Ping’an nodded, quietly watching his father’s figure.

The coffin spirit waved a hand in front of his eyes, and Li Ping’an immediately saw the three figures hidden in the shadows.

‘Xihe’ and ‘Wangshu’ seemed to be escorting his father, closely following behind.

The Faceless One followed from a distance.

Li Ping’an’s face became increasingly sullen.

The Faceless One clearly knew that the father and son relied heavily on each other, especially being in a foreign land, yet he did not inform them or intervene, merely watched quietly, almost as if he was deliberately setting up his father’s catastrophe!

Li Dazhi continued to fly toward the corner of the Heavenly Court, but at this moment, he gradually stopped.

Muttering: “That way is blocked too, all separated by great formations. It’s best I take a turn around Nantian Gate.”

Having said that, he turned around and headed toward the Nantian Gate, flying faster and faster.

At this moment, a voice transmission drilled into Li Dazhi’s ear.

The spirit in the coffin pinched a magic trick, and the voice was also heard by Li Ping’an.

“No need to go far, just come here. I’ll be waiting for you on this side.”

Li Dazhi took a few glances around and said softly, “But teacher, you can ignore the rules of the Heavenly Court, but I must adhere to them. The great formations of the Heavenly Court are still great formations. If they could be easily broken, wouldn’t that mean the Heavenly Court has no majesty?”

“Stop being verbose, hurry over.”

Hongjun’s voice carried a bit of helplessness: “The great formations of the Heavenly Court naturally cannot block me.”

“Can’t we meet outside instead?”

“Do you wish to see the Heavenly Emperor be slaughtered?”

“Sigh, of course not.”

Li Dazhi hung his head dejectedly, readjusted his orientation, and continued to slowly drift forward, mumbling continuously.

‘Xihe’ and ‘Wangshu’, hiding behind Li Dazhi, each put away their weapons.

Li Ping’an understood why the spirit in the coffin said not to hurry.

His father was clearly stalling for time.

However, his father was not seeking help from anyone at the moment, just dragging things out, as if contemplating a countermeasure.

After a while longer, Li Dazhi had already flown near the boundary of the great formation of the Heavenly Court.

This place had a scenic arrangement of a rock garden and pavilion, cloud seas spreading everywhere. Normally, the formation boundary was hidden and unnoticeable, making it a great place for stargazing.

Wisps of white smoke condensed into a phantom of Hongjun in the pavilion.

Li Dazhi hurriedly cupped his hands in a Dao salute: “Didn’t you say last time, teacher, that you wouldn’t come to the world again?”

“It’s just a phantom. Many changes have occurred in this world, forcing me to appear here.”

Hongjun sighed softly:

“I know you have doubts, but there’s no need to overthink. I’ve brought you here today to show you a calamity.

“Li Ping’an’s calamity.”

Hongjun raised his hand and lightly tapped, the cloud smoke condensed into a Cloud Mirror floating before Li Dazhi, revealing a simple scene within.

Li Ping’an, hiding outside the painting, and Li Dazhi, standing before the Cloud Mirror, both wore the same expression at this moment.

Shock, bewilderment, confusion, incomprehension!

For the image inside the Cloud Mirror was one Li Ping’an had seen countless times, and Li Dazhi had seen once or twice.

Everywhere, tragic celestial light spread, the headless Xingtian wielding a great axe, the white-robed Celestial Emperor Li Ping’an bound by chains on the ground…

The white-robed Celestial Emperor’s decapitation calamity!