222: Chapter 86 The Fate of Two Young Men_3 222: Chapter 86 The Fate of Two Young Men_3 Li Ping’an hesitated for a moment.
Grandma Linghua suddenly smiled and said, “Ping’an, let me ask you a question.”
“The first humans born between heaven and earth had no cultivation techniques, so how did they cultivate?”
Li Ping’an felt as if he’d been struck by a beam of spiritual light and sat there stunned for a long time.
When he came back to his senses, he was already sitting in the recliner of his cave dwelling, staring at the ceiling in a daze, with a familiar, beautiful silhouette watching over him.
“Mhm,” Ningning Mu looked over Li Ping’an, her beautiful eyes filled with concern, “Senior brother, what’s wrong with you?”
Li Ping’an let out a light sigh and said with a wry smile, “I think I know how to break through my bottleneck now.
I need to comprehend the Dao, my own Dao, not the Dao passed down by Ancestor Kongming.”
Ningning Mu did not understand, but she felt that her senior brother seemed very impressive.
In the past three years, her cultivation speed was like cheating, having already stepped into the first stage of the Merge True realm.
Seeing the worry in Li Ping’an’s eyes gradually dissipate, Ningning Mu sighed with relief.
She moved behind Li Ping’an’s recliner and gently massaged his forehead.
“I recently learned from Master a new method for relaxing the mind and spirit.
Senior brother, close your eyes, and I will knead away all your troubles, and you will naturally breakthrough.”
Li Ping’an nodded with a smile, his Dao heart rippling slightly.
‘I must not be hasty; I should first ask Father to collect some basic techniques from other sects so I can carefully comprehend them.’
He resolved to do just that.
Meanwhile, in the bamboo forest behind the main peak.
Kongming and Linghua, the two Golden Immortals, summoned Li Dazhi back again.
Daoist Kongming and Grandma Linghua exchanged glances, the former let out a slight sigh and gestured an invitation.
Grandma Linghua spoke in a low voice, “Dazhi, it’s better to be clear with you about this matter.
Ping’an is not actually stuck at a bottleneck.”
Li Dazhi’s robust frame shook as he said, “Then why can’t he take a step forward now?”
Instead of answering, Grandma Linghua asked, “You’ve passed your immortal power to him three times.
Do you give him more or less immortal power than before?”
There was no effect, so I increased the immortal power for the last two times!”
Li Dazhi said with a bitter smile:
If he really was stuck at a bottleneck, I’d use up all my cultivation to pull him to the Yuan Immortal stage.”
“No matter how large a water tank is, it’s still just a water tank!
“Passing more power to him is useless.
What’s important is the Dao Realm, which needs the comprehension of The Great Dao to sustain.”
Grandma Linghua continued:
“His mana is already much stronger than that of ordinary Qi Cultivators at the Heaven and Earth Bridge stage.
Don’t pass your power to him anymore.
“Aren’t you afraid of bursting his Dao Foundation!”
“Daoist Sister, allow me to explain,” interjected Daoist Kongming.
“The path of Ping’an’s Dao does not lie in the Path of Clouds.
“He’s been affected by the power of the Heavenly Dao.
After much examination by Linghua, we’ve concluded that this is the reason.
“The power of Heavenly Dao has severed the connection between him and the subsequent stages of the Path of Clouds.”
“What the heck?” Li Dazhi was filled with question marks.
“That’s why I previously asked him if he had been affected by divine retribution at Wei Yuan Tower,” said Grandma Linghua with a wry smile:
“We’ve never come across such a situation before.
“Perhaps we should find an opportunity to take him to the Jade Void Palace and ask Elder Yun Zhongzi to help dispel that trace of Heavenly Dao power for him.
“It’s as if the Heavenly Dao believes he can achieve a better development.
To stand upon and become an Immortal with the Path of Clouds is too superficial for Ping’an.
“Thus, the Heavenly Dao does not allow it.”
Now Li Dazhi understood and muttered, “The Heavenly Dao thinks Li Ping’an can become stronger, so it does not let him use the Path of Clouds to establish his Dao?
Daoist Kongming added, “Later, go to the Daozang Hall, to the Three Thousand Dao Pavilion, and ask the elders to open the box in the corner.
Inside is the core of the Demon Race heart that I stripped after slaying a great demon.
“To make soup?” Li Dazhi asked quietly.
To comprehend!” shouted Daoist Kongming, brandishing his horsetail whisk in a threatening manner:
“These are all my glories!
They are my spoils of battle from those days!
Each demon heart core carries the Dao of a Demon Race master!
Their Dao is much closer to nature!
Are you trying to kill me with frustration!
If you dare make soup, I’ll stew you!”
Li Dazhi laughed heartily, bowing repeatedly as he turned to run away, fearing a beating from the horsetail whisk.
Grandma Linghua couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
Just as Li Dazhi flew to the Daozang Hall;
At the front mountain of Wanyun Sect, above the small Liuyun Watchtower.
Two Daoists of the Yuan Immortal realm, one from the south and the other from the north, arrived on clouds, each with a child in tow.
They exchanged smiles, as if by coincidence.
The Yuan Immortal in charge urged, “Call for someone.”
The two children bowed to each other.
The young boy in long robes spoke with polished grace, “Greetings to the teachers, my name is Niu Qi.
I wish to join the Wanyun Sect to cultivate immortal techniques, hoping one day to step into the secret realm of longevity.”
The boy in shorts and a shirt displayed an adult-like composure as he saluted forward:
“Greetings to the teachers, my name is Li Jing.
“Years ago, when disaster befell my hometown, we were saved by an Immortal.
The Immortal tapped my head and imparted the Dao of persistent self-improvement.
“My greatest wish is to come here to express my gratitude to that Immortal.
“As for cultivating immortal techniques, it’s all up to fate.”
The two Yuan Immortals smiled at each other, directing the two disciples toward the mountain’s staircase, then vanished, each flying away with the wind.