153: Chapter 63 Ping’an Begins to Be Considered a Demon_3 153: Chapter 63 Ping’an Begins to Be Considered a Demon_3 The distant space in the image ruptured, as if powerful beings were clashing;
At the edge of the image, the body of a multicolored giant python appeared, with several huge flying creatures plummeting downwards in the distance;
What truly threatened his father was the blood cloud above and that golden divine arrow.
According to the faint enlightenment he felt the first time he saw this image, it seemed to be…
the Sunset Divine Arrow used by Hou Yi during the ancient mythological era when he shot down the suns.
Then, all he had to do was to find the whereabouts of the Sunset Divine Arrow and he could preemptively identify the powerful enemy that would harm his father in the future.
Not to mention preemptively killing such a formidable enemy…
Wouldn’t it just be better to avoid it?
Avoiding disaster is all about that “avoidance.”
Li Ping’an’s Primordial Soul strength gradually recovered, and his spirit also became more agile.
He had been pondering all this time about how the Divine Enthronement calamity was such and such, but now he suddenly realized that neither he nor his father, one not yet a Heavenly Immortal and the other just recently ascended, were even worth mentioning in the Divine Enthronement calamity.
The Divine Enthronement calamity was a battle between the Chan Teaching and the Western Sect, and one of the most classic scenes was when the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Teaching stormed the Nine Twists Yellow River Formation, where most of them got their three flowers sheared and five qi dissipated by the ruthless Empress Yun Xiao wielding the Hunyuan Gold Lantern.
Apart from those “Chan Teaching disciples specifically supplied to block disasters,” even common Heavenly Immortals had no chance to make a name for themselves in the Divine Enthronement calamity.
‘First get through this calamity that I don’t know when will come.’
Sunset Divine Arrow, blood cloud, multicolored giant python…
Why was his father fighting against the Demon Race?
How did the battle between the Human Race and the Demon Race erupt?
The Human Race is now prominent, and the Demon Race has retreated to the Western Continent, seeking refuge under the two Saints of the Western Sect.
As long as his own father doesn’t go to the Western Continent, how could he encounter so many demons?
Li Ping’an quietly pondered.
The calamity that befell his father probably happened on the outskirts of a major Human-Demon battle;
It was very likely that a great battle erupted between the Human Race and the Demon Race somewhere, and his father, along with the immortals of the Wanyun Sect, rushed to support the fight, only for his father to fall into danger afterwards.
The region depicted in the image was a river valley, at the end of which seemed to be endless blue waves, possibly in an area near the East Sea.
Finding that landscape and marking the location, so his father would not appear there in the future, was also a viable plan.
Li Ping’an carefully planned.
Since his father had ascended to immortality, he had grown somewhat complacent, devoting his mind to Artifact Refining and such matters, and became less diligent in his cultivation retreats.
In the future, he must prioritize improving his own Dao Realm;
Artifact Refining, Alchemy, talismans, and formations were ultimately just aids to cultivation.
If his father couldn’t avoid this calamity, his own additional strength would grant him a better chance to help his father defeat the powerful enemy.
Was what he saw his father’s predestined fate?
He didn’t believe in that.
Fate must always be in his own hands!
Meanwhile, a few Loose Cultivators, Qi Cultivators traveling together from south to north, passed by the gate of the Wanyun Sect.
An old man with graying hair was pursing his lips and bowing his head, seemingly lost in thought, but in reality, his mind was controlled by a thousand-year-old louse.
In the southeastern region of the distant Western Continent, within the volcanic crater billowing with black smoke.
Mad Mountain King, Niu Benben, narrowed his eyes slightly, a treasured ancestral mirror appearing in his hand.
The mirror had only one purpose, that was to detect the presence of powerful beings within a certain area.
The Wanyun Sect, is it?
You dare to play games with this king, do you?
First, let’s see how many masters you have, then I’ll call a few friends to stealthily attack your Mountain Protection Array!
We have to snatch those young disciples out, slap the female disciples to death, and throw the male disciples to those male demon bulls!
Niu Benben, the Mad Mountain King, took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth twisted with a fierce grin, as he began to activate the ancestral mirror.
In the mirror, through the puppet’s eyes, Mad Mountain King saw the thin Mountain Protection Array and the peaks and forests within it.
Black smoke snorted out of his bovine nostrils, and beams of light suddenly appeared in the mirror.