Chapter 1134: Chapter 397: My Transcender Teacher?
What kind of wretched thing is this?
Li Ping’an’s Primordial Spirit surveyed the surroundings. Through the white mist, faint glimrs of several Spiritual Treasures could be seen.
He was temporarily unable to perceive the external situation.
It was as if his Primordial Spirit was currently trapped in an extrely minute fragnt of ti, manipulated by an indescribable Divine Skill, forcing him to infinitely sense this mont.
What kind of Great Divine Power is this?
As he pondered, a flickering fla suddenly appeared ahead, accompanied by a twisting, trembling black shadow that materialized in front of his Primordial Spirit.
Li Ping’an’s Primordial Spirit tried to remain composed, relying on that cryptic Dao Charm to recognize the visitor.
Coffin Spirit.
The mysterious Transcender, ever enigmatic and full of lies.
What’s the aning of this?
Li Ping’an quickly stabilized his Dao Heart, maintaining a calm deanor as he gazed at the black shadow, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
“Daoist, your sudden arrival, may I ask your intention?”
The black shadow remained silent.
Within the shadow, a pair of orange eyes appeared, staring fixedly at Li Ping’an.
Though Li Ping’an had no idea what was transpiring, his mindset remained steady.
When encountering ordinary powerful enemies, one would naturally think of calling for reinforcents—or perhaps even resort to using the Father-Son Divine Skill to shout “Father, save !”
But faced with such an adversary, one who had deceived Hongjun and outwitted the Six Great Masters…
Given the Divine Skill the other exhibited, he had no opportunity to seek aid whatsoever.
After waiting for a mont, Li Ping’an said again, “Daoist, your abilities are truly astonishing; one might say even the might of Saints pales in comparison.”
“This is rely trapping your Primordial Spirit; it’s hardly worth ntioning.”
A hoarse, low, ancient voice, like the sound of iron sheets scraping against glass, emanated from the shadow:
“Although this world’s laws reject this Poor Daoist, limiting my strength to less than thirty percent, even an ordinary Saint of the Heavenly Dao would not be my match.
“Otherwise, Daoist, do you think Hongjun would have been persuaded by so easily?”
Li Ping’an’s lips twitched slightly. “Daoist, aren’t you dropping the facade?”
“Facade?”
The shadow sighed deeply and said in a slow tone:
“This Poor Daoist has never feigned anything, nor have my words ever been deceitful.
“Yet, this Poor Daoist could never have imagined that Daoist still possesses such an ability—to transform decayed matter into sothing miraculous, to break into realms unknown.”
Several questions popped into Li Ping’an’s mind.
What on earth was all this?
He pressed, “Daoist, please enlighten .”
“The Void Bullet,” the shadow sighed, “This Poor Daoist calculated tens of thousands of possibilities, among which there are dozens of outcos that lead to boundless stars.”
Li Ping’an felt increasingly bewildered, but he knew he mustn’t reveal too much ignorance.
Thus, he calmly nodded and said, “Daoist’s calculations seem to prove sowhat unreliable.”
“This is an ability unique to my realm,” the shadow replied, “Whether you believe it or not is inconsequential. Today, this Poor Daoist has co simply to ask you one thing.”
“And what might that be?”
“Would Daoist be willing to leave with this Poor Daoist?”
The shadow stared at Li Ping’an and spoke slowly:
“Whether this Poor Daoist takes Hongjun or another with , it is still departure; why not take a few more?
“Daoist’s ideas, used within this world, are truly a waste. Perhaps we might create a new realm, realizing Daoist’s visions, building an eternal domain filled with brightly shining stars!
“By then, this Poor Daoist’s realm, Daoist’s realm, and the lives that have perished in this world may all receive a chance for reincarnation.
“Is that not wondrous?”
The shadow’s voice grew booming and fervent, carrying an indescribable sense of enthusiasm.
Li Ping’an furrowed his brow and began contemplating.
One must listen for the aning between the lines.
This fellow spoke beautifully, but his words needed to be interpreted in reverse.
If he declined, what would the consequences be? Would this person act directly against him and his family?
Li Ping’an silently pondered, a trace of doubt flickering in his eyes.
He asked, “Daoist, do you perhaps believe that the Void Bullet can extend the lifespan of this world?”
“No, it’s to create, not to extend.”
The shadow sighed despondently:
“This Poor Daoist is not so villain.
“You may not believe such words from .
“This Poor Daoist is rely the last victor of a world that has faded, clinging to half a life to escape annihilation.
“For that world’s final three eras, this Poor Daoist was invincible—and long weary of so-called power. Watching the endless disputes of sentient beings, their rises and falls, their separations and reunions, like a painting unfolding.
“This Poor Daoist thought I could accept my fate of vanishing alongside the world. Yet, when the mont arrived, I still could not extinguish the desires within my heart. Seizing what little remains of warmth from that dying world, this Poor Daoist extracted all the lingering forces of life and the remnants of the realm.
“This is what transcension requires… But transcension is not so glorious path—it is abandonnt, a betrayal of one’s own world.
“And as for myself, I ended up in this wretched state.”
Having spoken, Coffin Spirit’s shadow gradually dissipated, revealing its appalling figure within.
Had this figure been intact, it would have resembled an ethereal Daoist—high forehead, flat nose, not particularly handso but reasonably ordinary.
Now, however, half its face was gone, as if bitten off by a demon beast, with faintly glowing seven-colored edges marking the scars.
Its body too bore patches of gaps—here and there were missing chunks.
It was terrifyingly grotesque, enough to send chills down anyone’s spine.
‘So this is Coffin Spirit’s true form.’
Li Ping’an’s Dao Heart stirred with sudden realization, prompting him to sigh: “Daoist, was this truly necessary?”
“Simply unable to reconcile with my original destiny.”
Coffin Spirit sighed, once again wrapping itself in black aura, fixing its gaze back upon Li Ping’an.
In a calm tone, he said:
“This Poor Daoist speaks openly to you because you possess such qualifications.”
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