149: Chapter 62 Divine Skills: The Son Witnesses the Father’s Tribulation_2 149: Chapter 62 Divine Skills: The Son Witnesses the Father’s Tribulation_2 For instance, within the Wanyun Sect, all Immortals practice “Wanyun Jue”, which is fundamentally an understanding of the ‘Path of Clouds’.
Yet, the Dao Fruit each one obtains has slight differences, just as no two leaves are exactly the same on a tree.
When a Qi Cultivator steps into the Void Refinement Realm, as the Primordial Soul continuously grows, their own path starts to take shape.
As Qi Cultivators enter the Merge True Realm, the Primordial Soul begins to merge with their own path, gradually shedding the mortal spirit to transform into the Primordial Spirit.
Once the Primordial Spirit is formed and they cross the Heaven and Earth Bridge, completing the ascension ritual, they can display their own path between heaven and earth and, through this, step into the realm of elemental Immortals, entering a whole new level of life.
At this moment, Kongming, the elder of the sect, saw quite a few things within Li Ping’an’s Great Dao.
The Path of Clouds was naturally the foundation of Li Ping’an’s path, in addition to the Path of Artifact Refining, Alchemy, Talismans, and Formations, complex yet orderly in primary and secondary aspects.
Generally speaking, most Qi Cultivators consider Artifact Refining, Alchemy, Talisman Production, and Formation Setting as a form of ‘craft’, but for Li Ping’an, it seemed he intended to incorporate these principles into his own Dao.
What even Kongming found magical was that Li Ping’an’s Path of Clouds and the other paths showed no conflict whatsoever.
Li Ping’an’s handling of his own Dao was so impeccably smooth.
‘This child should face no obstacles in becoming an Immortal.’
A wave of emotion arose within Kongming.
He had actually misjudged the situation before; he only saw Li Dazhi’s astounding fate and incredible talent, failing to see Li Ping’an’s transparent Dao heart and astonishing comprehension.
Shortly afterwards, the father and son were nearing the end of the power transmission.
Kongming held a ruler in his hand, deeply bowing to the portrait of Nuwa and proclaimed in a clear voice:
“Kongming, a Qi Cultivator of the Human Race, today initiates the bloodline talents of our race’s younger generation, ordering them to protect the living beings of our race!
“Only wish for the eternal prosperity of the Human Race, for our lineage to be passed down through generations.
Holy Mother, grant your blessing!”
As he finished his call, he stood up, grabbed the ruler, and gently tapped it on the top of Li Ping’an’s head.
Li Ping’an shuddered, a shallow halo of light spread slowly from where the ruler struck, a subtle and faint Dao Charm emerged from the statue, enveloping Li Ping’an’s figure.
Li Dazhi opened his eyes and hurriedly moved aside, joining Qing Su to observe.
Both of them had already sensed the Holy Mother’s Dao Charm.
Li Dazhi also noticed that Kongming’s own Dao Charm had weakened ever so slightly; the ceremony had cost Kongming nearly a hundred years of cultivation.
However, for Kongming, this was as insignificant as losing a single strand of hair.
The spreading halo of light gradually retracted.
A mark of green wood slowly emerged on Li Ping’an’s forehead; his mana seemed to have paused for a moment, then resumed its flow as normal.
The obscure Dao Charm lasted for a good while.
A breeze blew by, and suddenly a faint crack sounded from the over three-foot-tall statue of Nuwa, which began to show some cracks.
Kongming’s expression changed.
Li Ping’an furrowed his brows tightly, his lips quivering slightly, and a tear suddenly slid down from the corner of his eye.
Li Dazhi immediately became anxious and quickly sent a message: “Master, Master?
Kongming raised his hand to signal him not to speak, holding a horsetail whisk in his left hand and his right hand making sword fingers, standing erect in front of him, while he murmured a few spells.
Just then, a slight sigh came from the Nuwa statue, and a ray of celestial light flew out of the cracks, transforming into a line of delicate characters.
[I am the Protector Immortal of the Hall of Wishes, do not cast spells to urge me further, the Holy Mother has already responded.]
“My apologies, my apologies.”
Kongming sighed and bowed deeply to the divine image.
Sitting aside, Li Dazhi’s face was filled with regret.
He had thought that Ping’an might awaken some powerful divine skill, which would provide an additional means of protecting himself, even a skill for escape to increase his safety when going out.
But unexpectedly, it ended in failure…
Then why was Ping’an crying?
Li Ping’an opened his eyes, looking at the celestial light characters that were slowly disappearing in front of him; he seemed slightly startled, then immediately raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eye, revealing a smile, turning his head in search of his father’s figure.
He laughed and said, “It looks like I don’t have such fortune; I don’t feel like I’ve grasped any divine skills.”
Kongming pondered for a moment and said, “Let this poor Daoist try once more.”
“No need for more trials!”
Li Ping’an stood and bowed: “For you to diminish your cultivation for your disciple’s sake is already a source of immense distress to me.
If I did not awaken any divine skills, it is merely because I lack sufficient destiny and blessings.”
Kongming laughed and sighed, “Let it be then, I’ll have Yun Mo prepare other rewards for you.”
“Thank you, Ancestor Master!”
Li Ping’an looked up at his father, with seemingly endless words to say, took two steps forward and took hold of his father’s hands.
Li Dazhi was a bit bewildered: “What’s the matter, Ping’an?”
“Dad,” Li Ping’an whispered, “It’s nothing, I just suddenly felt that this world is filled with dangers.
If you are to leave, you must inform me…
From now on, transfer energy to me once every few months.
If you’re too busy, I’ll come to you; I want to become an Immortal as soon as possible.”
Li Dazhi looked at him with a touch of skepticism.
Li Ping’an sighed, “It’s nothing much, just a bit depressed about not obtaining any divine skills.
Dad, you can go back, I’ll be going into seclusion now; soon, I’ll be able to hit the Merge True Realm.”
Li Dazhi faintly felt that his son was not quite in the right state, but couldn’t quite put his finger on why; he could only admonish, “Take good care of yourself; don’t take this to heart.”
Kongming, on the side, shook his horsetail whisk and took Li Dazhi away, riding the clouds directly.
Qing Su escorted Li Ping’an to the cave entrance, bidding farewell; master and disciple bowed to one another until Kongming and Li Dazhi disappeared towards the main peak.