Chapter 1489 - Capítulo 1489: 535: Completely Unexpected 3
Capítulo 1489: Chapter 535: Completely Unexpected 3
Is it because Hongjun’s influence on the Heavenly Dao has become negligible?
Hongjun didn’t achieve Hedao, and the Hongjun Evil Corpse was suppressed by Laozi, so the Heavenly Dao began to ‘mature’ early?
Li Ping’an looked at Laozi, who nodded with a smile.
Laozi said warmly, “Now the Six Saints are no more than Saints of the Heavenly Dao, and the Infant Spirit born from the Heavenly Dao itself is inherently a Saint, surpassing all other Saints. This time, it is also the one pushing the Heavenly Calamity to fall, suppressing the power of living beings.”
Li Ping’an: …
Innate Sacred Body, Heavenly Dao Infant Spirit!
“I understand. Suppressing the power of living beings, reducing the number of powerful beings, is to let the spiritual power fixed within them return to heaven and earth, for it to use.”
“Indeed,” Laozi sighed softly, “I have yet to discuss this Infant Spirit matter with the other Saints and am contemplating how to handle it.”
Li Ping’an muttered, “Seal it.”
“It is the only chance to counter the Transcenders,” Laozi said in a low voice, “As His Majesty said, removed from the influence of the world’s rules, the current strength of the Six Saints is entirely insufficient to deal with the Transcenders, but it is different. It is not far from the Saint Realm of the Great Dao. Gathering the power of heaven and earth to help it step into the Saint Realm, though the hope is slim, it is worth a try.”
Li Ping’an slowly nodded, “So then, suppress the power of living beings?”
“It was born from heaven and earth, manifested in the Heavenly Dao; it has no affinity with living beings, nor a sense of belonging to heaven and earth. To it, the world is like a cocoon.”
Laozi slowly explained:
“When it was still a larva, the cocoon was certainly its home. Once it spreads its wings and flies away, why would it glance back at the cocoon?”
“If all goes well, it is destined to fly into the world of the Transcenders.”
Li Ping’an clicked his tongue lightly.
This matter is indeed difficult to handle.
But compared to the previous torment of indecision and doubt, the current issue is much better.
Li Ping’an asked, “Do you have any ideas, Laozi?”
“Yes,” Laozi nodded seriously, “but it requires some sacrifice on your part.”
“Sacrifice?” Li Ping’an whispered, “Relinquish the position of Heavenly Emperor? Let it become the Heavenly Emperor? That’s doable, but I have conditions too; it can’t marry the Queen Mother, a green hat is absolutely unacceptable.”
Perplexity added a touch of confusion to Laozi’s wise eyes.
The Taiqing Incarnation seemed to have crashed.
Li Ping’an coughed lightly, “What sacrifice are you talking about?”
“Your Majesty has yet to have an heir.”
Laozi’s eyes lost their confusion and returned to normal operation, saying with a chuckle,
“This Poor Daoist thinks of drawing this Infant Spirit out of the Sea of Dao Principles and bringing it into the Three Realms.
“Let him experience the path of living beings, have a sense of belonging to heaven and earth, feel close to living beings, and then use it as a sword against the Transcenders.
“In this world, the only one qualified to be the Heavenly Dao Infant Spirit’s father, with the ability to guide this Infant Spirit, is… Your Majesty.
“Your Majesty, its birth is closely related to all of your past experiences; Your Majesty’s influence on it is the greatest, and its recognition of Your Majesty is also the strongest.
“Only Your Majesty can accomplish this task.”
Li Ping’an stared at Laozi with wide eyes.
“I…”
“Your Majesty,” Laozi said, “it is now pushing the dual calamities to descend. If you bring it into the Three Realms, this matter can be resolved; you would be doing a great deed, benefiting all living beings.”
Li Ping’an was overwhelmed by black lines.
The way to resolve this huge trouble;
The way to save the world;
Is for him to go and sire a child?
He, the supreme ruler of the Three Realms, the utmost sovereign of the Nine Heavens, the most handsome Heavenly Emperor in Human Race history (for now), how could he resort to such an unrefined method…
“What exactly should I do?”
“Your Majesty, lend me your ear, This Poor Daoist has a wonderful plan.”