The fairy father

The roc spread its wings and flew fast.

Li Pingan, who was sitting cross-legged in the golden feathers on the bird's back, had gradually stopped thinking and speculating at this moment, letting his body and mind empty.

Just as the Chaos Bell said;

If this was also part of Wangri's plan, then he was rushing to the Chaos Sea now, Wangri had already expected it, and even made preparations long ago.

Wangri's plan was not immutable.

The link he was going through at this stage might be a chain reaction caused by his transformation into Ji Dan to contact Donghuang Taiyi.

Can he really defeat such an enemy?

Or, after accepting that he was another father, Li Dazhi, would his position change?

Li Pingan had no answer in his heart.

He was even a little afraid, afraid to touch this secret, afraid to know the so-called truth, afraid to see the old man who had always been "beyond the standard" friendly to him, really become like his father.

So what has he been protecting all this time?

"Your Majesty," the Peng bird whispered, "Your Tao heart seems to be confused, what's wrong with you?"

Li Pingan closed his eyes and answered casually: "When you reach my age, you will understand."

"Your Majesty, I seem to be older than you..."

Li Pingan murmured: "This is a joke, don't take it too seriously."

"Your Majesty," the Peng bird asked, "The masters of the tribe are very pessimistic and think that we are on the eve of being destroyed... Will we win?"

"I don't know."

Li Pingan smiled:

"Never ask others about this matter, the choice is in your hands, hurry up, let me be quiet for a while."

"Yes."

The Peng bird responded respectfully and carried Li Pingan straight to Xuandu City.

Li Pingan thought that Xuandu City was now in a state of open gates, but after the Peng bird carried him here, he immediately discovered that the defense force of this city seemed to be dozens of times higher than before.

The Tai Chi diagram is always covering Xuandu City;

There are more yellow-turbaned warriors in the city;

An old man is sitting in the middle of Xuandu City. He seems to be one of the three corpses of Taiqing. At this moment, he is carefully kneading clay sculptures. The clay sculptures will turn into a warrior with a slight flicker.

Li Pingan looked at Xuandu City for a while, and signaled the Dapeng bird to go around Xuandu City without disturbing the old man.

Silently, the Dapeng bird slid into the surging chaotic atmosphere, and a little light surged around it.

Suddenly;

"That's it."

Li Pingan called out, and the Dapeng bird immediately stopped.

Li Pingan's figure slowly floated up, looking at the chaotic atmosphere lingering everywhere, and exhorted: "Wait for me outside Xuandu City... If I don't come back for a long time, go to Zhuyun Sect to find my father and protect him."

"Yes!"

The Dapeng bird turned into a human form and saluted with a fist.

He hesitated several times, and Li Ping'an's figure was covered by the chaotic aura and disappeared from the detection range of the Peng bird.

"Alas," the Peng bird didn't know what happened, but he also understood that the young Emperor of Heaven chose to face the nearly invincible enemy alone.

What will happen next?

The Peng bird didn't know, and didn't dare to think too much.

He could only stand here, looking at the direction where Li Ping'an went away, waiting for the time of "long absence".

The Peng bird was still a little confused.

How long is the so-called long absence? Five days, ten days? Or three years, five years?

This is the first time that His Majesty has given such a vague order.

At the same time.

In Zhuyun Sect.

Li Dazhi scratched his head, looked at the incense table in front of him, thought a little, and still exhaled lightly.

His hand was like a knife, and wisps of long hair fell by themselves.

Then, Li Dazhi chanted a spell, bowed in a proper manner, walked around the back of the desk, and nodded seriously.

"Accurate."

It had been a long time since he had used this method of borrowing luck.

...

In the Chaos Sea, Li Pingan quickly found the 'Xuanhuang Qi' mentioned by the Chaos Bell Zhong Ling, and stood in front of the group of Xuanhuang Qi for a long time without moving.

He didn't think much about it, just exploring what was hidden in this group of Xuanhuang Qi.

The result was nothing.

He tried to point a finger, and when his fingertips touched a wisp of Xuanhuang Qi, the Xuanhuang Qi trembled slightly, and a small shock wave exploded on it, breaking through the surrounding Chaos Qi.

Li Pingan didn't do much, and the group of Xuanhuang Qi gradually dispersed and turned into a light film that wrapped his whole body.

A Tao rhyme that he couldn't understand surrounded it.

Li Pingan took a half step forward, and the light film suddenly changed, wrapping his body.

There seemed to be a pair of giant eyes in front of him that slowly opened, and black and white pupils appeared in them.

It was the head of a giant ape;

Li Pingan remembered that this was the Chaos giant beast that smashed Kunpeng's escape path with a punch.

The length of this chaotic beast is unknown at this moment, and it is unknown how far away it is from here. ——This place is close to the prehistoric world, and is still affected by the rules of the prehistoric world, and it is not indistinguishable from the time of heaven and earth.

The beast nodded slightly, as if recognizing Li Pingan, and then two beams of black and white light shot out of its eyes. The intersection of the light was three feet in front of Li Pingan, condensing into an elliptical vortex.

‘Please come in. ’

A powerful voice sounded from the bottom of Li Pingan’s heart:

‘The master is waiting for you inside, it is an illusion, a real illusion. ’

Li Pingan nodded slightly.

Since you are here, you should make the best of it.

He lowered his head and entered the light circle in front of him. The scene in front of him turned into darkness in an instant. A force of order that he had never experienced before, hundreds or even thousands of times stronger than the heavenly way of the prehistoric world, filled this darkness.

Faintly, Li Pingan saw a warm white light curtain appearing in front of him, and the light curtain outlined a few large words.

[You are here. ]

Li Pingan asked: "Teacher?"

The handwriting on the light curtain kept changing.

[This is much earlier than I expected, although this is also my choice. ]

Li Pingan smiled bitterly: "Can you give me a complete explanation today?"

[Of course, this is why I led you here. ]

The light curtain changed continuously.

[Originally, my perfect plan was that after you defeated me as the Emperor of Heaven, I would tell you everything in a letter. ]

[But I didn't expect that my perfect plan would have a small variable. 】

【Taiyi is not dead. His residual soul is hidden by the Chaos Bell. In order to protect him, the Chaos Bell did not hesitate to plot against the nine-tailed fox and used the nine-tailed fox's body as a container to nourish Taiyi's residual soul. 】

【When I saw Taiyi return to me, I knew that Chaos Bell's plan was successful and I could no longer be cruel enough to kill him. 】

【This is not mercy, but a kind of helplessness. I can't actually do anything to your substitute, so I can only change the plan. When Taiyi's residual soul appeared in front of you, I saw the light flashing in your eyes. You should have noticed something, which forced me to change the plan. 】

【And the result of changing the plan is like this. 】

【You need to bear more pressure and suffer some pain... But I think this pain is short-lived. 】

Li Ping'an's Adam's apple trembled up and down: "So, you are... the father?"

【Yes, and no. 】

A sighing soybean man emoticon appeared on the light screen.

The decadent energy in Li Ping'an's heart was instantly broken by this emoticon.

This is not it!

A line of words appeared on the screen:

[My Ping An died a long time ago. ]

[Let me think about how to tell you this story. ]

[You are indeed my biological son Li Ping An, but this is the result of my distortion of the entire tangible world. ]

[I don't ask you to understand me, because I am a complete devil, a monster driven by obsession, even if I reach the so-called transcendence, my Tao heart still cannot transcend. ]

[Take a step forward, just one step, I have prepared for you... a memory that I don't want to open. ]

Li Ping An took a breath and took a step forward slowly and firmly.

A dazzling light appeared in front of him, a world flew towards him at a high speed, and he was wrapped in the dark yellow breath and gradually merged into this picture.

Boom——

The dull thunder made Li Ping An subconsciously look up, but what he saw was a clear blue sky and a scorching sun.

This is an endless Gobi wilderness, with several huge animal skeletons in sight, and the sky is covered with dark clouds.

Li Pingan heard some noise coming from behind.

He turned his head and looked, his lips trembling slightly.

A ragged and slightly fat middle-aged man was walking hard in the Gobi Desert. He had a rope made of a belt tied on his shoulder and was dragging a raft behind him. The young man lying on the raft was covered in blood.

Both of them were covered in dust.

The young man was seriously injured, which could be seen from the bandage marks on his body, but his face was still fair. He was sometimes breathing and sometimes like a dead body.

That was him...

Li Pingan pursed his lips tightly.

That was him.

There were two simple sunshades on the left and right of the raft to help the young man block the scorching sun.

The middle-aged man looked up and looked in the direction. He was exhausted and slowly knelt down. He knelt and panted for a while, then got up again, took out a bamboo tube from his waist, poured a little water from it, and poured it into the young man's mouth.

"Dad..."

The young man called out, but he could no longer open his eyes.

"Don't worry about me..."

"It's okay, we will definitely find the immortals, there must be immortals here."

The middle-aged man said in a trembling voice, still showing a little smile, and said hoarsely:

"Didn't you hear them? There is a spring here, drink a sip and you will be healed, any injury can be healed, there are immortals there, as long as we find those immortals, those immortals will give us elixirs, your injury will be healed... We will find ways to cultivate immortality together in the future, flying in the clouds and mist, how great!"

The young man opened his lips: "Dad... I'm sorry... I can't... provide for you... in your old age..."

"What nonsense! Save your energy!"

He just smiled lightly, closed his eyes and fainted.

"Let's go to the front first, Dad will make you some batter to eat, ah, it's okay, the immortal is there, he is there, Dad has seen them."

The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva, wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, lowered his head to pick up the belt of the raft, gritted his teeth and continued to pull the raft forward.

They slowly passed Li Ping'an's figure.

Li Pingan followed slowly with trembling lips.

They walked to the huge skeleton, found a shady place, and the middle-aged man lowered his head and started to work.

'Li Dazhi' made the most adequate preparations in the shortest time. With his cracked hands, he took a stone and smashed some hard noodles, put them in a bowl, and soaked them in clean water for a while.

‘Li Dazhi’ pried open ‘Li Ping’an’s’ mouth and carefully fed him a few mouthfuls. Seeing that ‘Li Ping’an could still swallow, he was relieved.

After a while, ‘Li Dazhi’ swallowed the remaining batter in big mouthfuls and exhaled softly.

He whispered a few words in ‘Li Ping’an’s’ ear, nothing more than encouragement.

Then, he climbed to a high place with some effort and looked around.

Where is it?

Where is that spring water!

‘Li Dazhi’ asked in a low voice, his cracked lips oozing blood, and his wrinkled skin showing black and dark red.

He exhaled softly, and according to the legend of this place, he took out a simple Si Nan to identify the current direction, rested in the shade for a while, and then dragged the bamboo raft and continued to move towards the Gobi Desert.

The picture was slightly distorted, and then returned to stability.

Rumble!

Muffled thunder sounded in the night sky.

‘Li Dazhi’ rushed to the next animal bone before the thunderstorm came, which could block most of the rain, and he was busy collecting rainwater and setting up a awning.

When he finished all this, the rain stopped.

‘Li Dazhi’ sat down next to the raft and carefully observed his son’s condition.

The night in the Gobi Desert would be very cold, and this raft had three layers: upper, middle and lower.

‘Li Dazhi’ took a sickle with a slightly curled blade and cut off a few pieces of wood from the edge of the raft. It took a lot of effort to make a fire appear here.

“Son, are you warm?”

‘Li Dazhi’ laughed and muttered:

“Don’t listen to the nonsense of the quack doctor in that town, saying that there is no hope. Your injury is not a big deal in our place. Just drain the blood clots.

“It’s not a big deal here. There are immortals.

"Who are we? We are time travelers. How awesome! Wherever we go, won't the immortals worship us? It's so easy to ask them for an elixir."

'Li Ping'an' didn't respond.

'Li Dazhi' pursed his lips tightly, and held back the tears in his eyes.

He lowered his head to cover 'Li Ping'an' with ragged clothes, added two pieces of firewood to the fire, and curled up beside the raft, slowly leaning his head against 'Li Ping'an's' head, and soon fell asleep.

He was too tired.

So tired that he might not be able to tell whether the young man on the raft was still breathing.

So tired that he might not have seen the spots of corpse on the young man's face.

He continued to move forward, dragging the raft, walking barefoot in the endless Gobi Desert, looking for the legendary springs and immortals.

Day after day.

The vultures kept circling in the sky, and the middle-aged man never put down the knife with the rolled blade in his hand.

Li Pingan watched, and he could only watch. He didn't know what to say. There was no idea in his mind. He just watched, watched the middle-aged man fighting with the vulture, watched him fall to the ground due to exhaustion, and stood up again and again.

The young man on the board was dead.

But the middle-aged man would continue to talk to a gradually drying corpse.

Finally, the spring water appeared in front of the middle-aged man. He rushed into the spring water with the raft regardless of everything, and then watched the corpse on the raft slowly sink.

The spring water had a magical effect. The wounds on the middle-aged man's body were healing rapidly, and his physical strength was also recovering rapidly.

But the corpse did not react at all.

"Son, son, get up, son... Ping'an, Ping'an? We are here... here..."

He shouted, his emotions suddenly collapsed, kneeling in the shallow spring water and holding his head and screaming.

Li Pingan stood quietly beside the spring water, looking up and closing his eyes.

The scene in front of him drifted away with the wind.