"I’m afraid it’s not so easy to annihilate."
The Jade Pool pondered briefly, then explained carefully:
"Currently, the spirits of the inner Heavenly Dao rely on the Sea of Blood; as long as the Heavenly Dao Mark remains, they can restore themselves, but their strength will undoubtedly be greatly diminished."
Li Ping’an asked puzzledly, "Did you hear what they were talking about?"
"Plotting a counterattack against the Heavenly Court."
The Jade Pool sighed and said:
"Their communication process is very simple, mostly through marks for mutual words, and I can only hear a part.
"They complain that the Ancestor Minghe dares not fight with all his might and wish to find a better place to attach themselves between heaven and earth.
"They also ntioned Kunpeng."
"Kunpeng?" Li Ping’an’s spirit lifted. "What exactly did they say?"
The Jade Pool started to play two roles.
"That fake Xihe said, Kunpeng actually can control the Innate Gods and Demons, its heart has fallen into the Demonic Path. If Minghe truly joins hands with him, heaven and earth might be in danger."
"The fake Wangshu said, you and I now just want to find a place to attach, if free from heaven and earth, we will disintegrate on our own."
"The fake Xihe then said, does Kunpeng really want to destroy this heaven and earth?"
"The fake Wangshu said, the condition Kunpeng colluded with Minghe is for the Sea of Blood to overthrow the main world. Kunpeng wants the Source of Heaven and Earth; this must be plotted before the six saints return. He aims to plunder the Source of Heaven and Earth as much as possible, then escape into the Chaos Sea to pursue sanctification through power."
The Jade Pool paused, with a trace of helplessness in her eyes.
"Then, that fake Xihe also said..."
"Said what?" Li Ping’an was a bit confused.
The Jade Pool sighed and said, "Her exact words were, when that ancient one enlightened you and , they promised us many benefits from managing heaven and earth, yet now none of them are visible; perhaps we’ve walked in vain in this world."
Li Ping’an: ...
The Jade Pool lightly bit her lip, a layer of gauze appeared over her, snuggling beside Li Ping’an.
Li Ping’an frowned in thought.
"That one? Whoever could enlighten the inner Heavenly Dao spirits must be very familiar with the Heavenly Dao; at that ti, only a few experts from the Ancient Heavenly Court like Emperor Jun and Mo Linyuan knew about the Heavenly Dao... That one... who could sche from ancient tis until now..."
The Jade Pool said nothing, rely hugged Li Ping’an’s Dao Body tightly.
She whispered, "So things don’t need to be delved into, as long as the results are good, it’s fine."
"Interesting," Li Ping’an laughed freely, "the Heavenly Dao giving us a warning on its own ans it must have captured this segnt of speech, letting you and I know."
"Can it be trusted?"
"It can’t not be trusted, but we can’t fully trust it either," Li Ping’an sighed, "I actually can’t fathom this world anymore. I don’t know what the true intentions of those two beings plotting at the highest level are."
The Jade Pool responded, not saying much more about it, and started discussing various details of hosting the Peach Banquet.
As they chatted, the hall was once more covered by a boundary.
Li Ping’an stayed here for two more days and nights before returning to his previous seclusion place, his mind returning to the Southern Continent.
He was actually pondering a very tricky problem.
With the Great Mage presiding over Xuandu City, how did Kunpeng transmit ssages with the Ancestor Minghe within the world?
Did the Innate Gods and Demons forge a chaotic Dao Body through the world mbrane?
Li Ping’an had already sent The Faceless One to thoroughly investigate this matter, to monitor the Sea of Blood, and if there was any movent in the Sea of Blood, he would directly gather the power of the Three Teachings to summon the experts of the Human Race, and deal with the Sea of Blood first.
The primary task now is to move the incense rit of the Southern Continent.
...
Two months later.
It was another day with bright sunshine.
After a continuous five or six hours of hard work, the Minister of Wealth of the Heavenly Court, Li Dazhi, strolled slowly along the Immortal Stone railings at the outer edge of the Heavenly Court Immortal Palaces with his hands behind his back.
He now had numbers filling his mind.
The construction of the Xuanwu Realm and White Tiger Realm required vast wealth, and the Heavenly Court’s monthly allowance was astronomical;
The Heavenly Court’s next expansion plan required Immortal Armor and equipnt, and various consumables, which were also a huge expenditure.
Although Li Dazhi had fostered hundreds of accountants to handle various numbers for him, so major affairs still required his personal signature.
Li Dazhi humd a playful tune in a cheerful mood.
What more could one wish for?
In his current life, he asked, what more could one wish for?
His na was known both in heaven and on earth, and he had traces in the East Continent and Western Continent, and no one in the Heavenly Court dared provoke him. The three words ’Father of the Heavenly Emperor’ explained everything.
However, Li Dazhi sotis felt that he had only encountered a limited few calamities on his way, and his current blissful life felt sowhat unreal.
He even sotis wondered if it might all be a dream? And upon waking, he’d find himself back in that service area...
"Dad?"
A trace of sound entered his ear and Li Dazhi turned his head to look, imdiately spotting Li Ping’an seated in the Lingxiao Palace.
Li Dazhi imdiately floated over on a cloud, unable to resist sending a ssage even before he arrived:
"Out of seclusion?"
The Hall of the Wealth Deity wasn’t far from the Lingxiao Hall, and it only took a few breaths for Li Dazhi on his cloud to hop into the Lingxiao Hall.
The guards dared not stop him, instead lowering their heads in salute.
"No, it’s just my battle body returning montarily."
Li Ping’an casually set up a Heavenly Dao boundary, opening the front of his battle body’s robe.
The skin on his chest beca transparent, revealing an expanding Golden Cloud within.
At that mont, a stream of incense rit left the Golden Cloud, radiating from Li Ping’an’s battle body chest, and converged into the Lingxiao Palace.
Li Dazhi’s eyes lit up as he jumped next to the Heavenly Emperor’s throne: "What are you doing?"
"Transferring rit," Li Ping’an squinted and smiled, "just the rit transported back this ti can satisfy a hundred years’ supply of the Heavenly Court."
Li Dazhi was a little perplexed and sat on a nearby cushioned seat, wondering, "What’s going on?"
"I’ve roughly settled the God Assembly, now sending the deities to patrol the mortal realm and gradually abolishing human sacrifices."
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