150: Chapter 62 Divine Skills: The Son Witnesses the Father’s Tribulation_3 150: Chapter 62 Divine Skills: The Son Witnesses the Father’s Tribulation_3 “Master…”
Li Ping’an’s lips were somewhat pale as he spoke in a low voice,
“Take me in, set up a few more layers of barriers.”
Qing Su did as she was told.
Right after she had closed the doors to the cave dwelling and activated its protective barrier, before she could make any more moves, Li Ping’an “wa” spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his complexion as white as paper, and his body fell to one side.
Fortunately, Qing Su had been watching him closely and immediately reached out to hold Li Ping’an tightly.
Holding Li Ping’an in her arms, Qing Su quickly examined the inside of his body.
Li Ping’an’s Primordial Soul, which had shown no problems before, now appeared listless, with a strand of rosy light flickering on and off in his spiritual platform.
Li Ping’an struggled to sit up, breathing heavily, his lips trembling uncontrollably as he immediately began to regulate his breath and meditate.
Qing Su took out two Elixir Pills and stuffed them into Li Ping’an’s mouth.
Not long after, Li Ping’an exhaled softly and opened his eyes, only to find that his master had moved him to the inner hall, where he sat in the hot spring where his master cultivated.
Dressed in a plain white gown, Qing Su stood by his side and asked in a soft voice, “Why is your Primordial Soul injured?”
“Disciple had actually awakened Divine Skills before.”
Li Ping’an said in a low voice,
“What the Holy Mother Palace Immortal said was, in fact, ‘The Holy Mother has already bestowed the Divine Skills, do not ask for more.'”
Qing Su asked, “Your father’s Divine Skills were to transmit his power to you, then what is your Divine Skill?”
Li Ping’an closed his eyes and sighed deeply, not knowing how to answer.
When his father finished transmitting his power and Daoist Kongming’s measuring ruler came down, Li Ping’an’s dao heart trembled as if his being had plunged into a starry sky, where a vast Jade Divine Statue appeared before him.
The statue had the body of a human and the tail of a snake, holding a Longsword and a scroll, as if it had come from ancient times and was going towards eternity.
That was the imprint specially left by the Holy Mother in the three thousand Great Daos.
The Jade Divine Statue descended a ray of divine light from the starry sky that enveloped Li Ping’an, and then bestowed upon him bloodline Divine Skills.
These Divine Skills actually had nothing to do with the Holy Mother herself.
In Li Ping’an’s understanding, this was akin to a “Great Dao program” set up by the Holy Mother; as long as a member of the Human Race who was a Golden Immortal initiated this program, it would activate the statue and awaken bloodline powers similar to those of the Primordial Human Race in the younger generation.
Afterward, Li Ping’an felt the sky spinning and the earth rotating, as he fell from the starry sky into a layer of fog, then passed through the mist and arrived at an empty realm.
In front of him was a dark red river, and in the distance, there lay a vast expanse of indistinct corpses.
Atop the mountains of corpses and seas of bones, a slightly plump Daoist, holding a broken sword in his left hand and half a demon corpse in his right, glared furiously at the sky.
Suddenly, a beam of golden light smashed down from the bloody clouds in the sky, turning into a sharp arrow.
A flicker of insight surfaced in Li Ping’an’s heart.
[Sunset Divine Arrow].
The plump Daoist looked up and roared as if about to soar into the sky, but in an instant, he was pierced through by the Sunset Divine Arrow…
Li Ping’an stood there, stunned.
Watching the plump Daoist weakly kneeling, bowing his head, as the immortal light around his body gradually faded.
He cried out, yet the scene before him began to wrinkle and eventually turned into a beam of rosy light that returned to Li Ping’an’s forehead.
At that moment, Li Ping’an opened his eyes to find a line of immortal light in small characters.
He shed tears, also because he was startled by that scene.
Li Ping’an, holding back the confusion in his heart, bid farewell to his father and Daoist Kongming, then could not wait to forcibly use his Primordial Soul to examine the rosy light, witnessing that scene again, but after only a few glimpses, the strength of his Primordial Soul was suddenly exhausted.
Now, with a fine sensing, Li Ping’an understood the nature of his Divine Skill and felt somewhat more stable at heart.
If his understanding was correct, what he saw was merely a result similar to divination, which predicted the calamities his father would face under the operation of the Heavenly Dao.
His father’s Divine Skill was to pass on power and protect the dao;
His Divine Skill was to help his father avoid disaster and misfortune.
This was, by no means, the exerting influence of his father’s karmic force.
He needed to look again at that scene to catch the specific information within!
“Master,” Li Ping’an looked up at Qing Su and said earnestly, “Disciple might spit out blood again later.
Don’t worry about it, I know what I’m doing.”
After a moment’s thought, Qing Su used her immortal power to create a clay basin, placed it in front of Li Ping’an, and said with concern,
“Don’t spit in the spring water.”