Max-Level Learning Ability: Facing The Cliff And Repenting For 80 Years - Chapter 388
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Chapter 388: Realization Magic Treasure (2)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Did they stabilize the Celestial Court?” Li Qingshan raised an eyebrow, asking Dean Mu Ran in surprise, “None of the Emperors from the major forces intervened?”
“No, currently, the most powerful one on the battlefield is the Crimson Immortal. The Emperors haven’t intervened. Whether it’s the Celestial Court or other forces, none of the Emperors have made a move,” Dean Mu Ran explained.
“It seems that if the Emperors of the Celestial Court don’t act, the Emperors of other forces won’t either,” Li Qingshan remarked.
“That’s probably the case. For the Emperors of other forces, as long as the Emperors of the Celestial Court don’t act, they won’t either,” Dean Mu Ran nodded.
“Even if the disciples of the major forces don’t act, the Celestial Court can’t withstand the attacks from so many forces,” Li Qingshan calmly stated.
“They will be gradually eroded. Now, some senior ancestors among the descendants of the Emperor Clan have emerged, making great efforts to stabilize the situation. They are rallying allies, gathering experts from all walks of life to strengthen the defense of the Immortal Plane. They even sent a letter to our Celestial Court Academy,” Dean Mu Ran continued.
“They sent a letter here?” Li Qingshan looked at Dean Mu Ran in surprise.
“Yes, the letter says they want us to go to the Celestial Court to assist them in the crisis,” Dean Mu Ran nodded.
“I’m not going,” Li Qingshan straightforwardly refused.
The current Celestial Court was really in a mess. Once you entered, you would be trapped and unable to extricate yourself.
“I know Lord Li Qingshan wouldn’t go, so I directly refused,” Dean Mu Ran said.
“After refusing, how did the Celestial Court react?” Li Qingshan asked.
“There hasn’t been any other reaction so far. They want us to come to their aid, especially Lord Li Qingshan, who has reached the Crimson Immortal realm, which is extremely rare for the current Celestial Court. So, they dare not offend us too much, especially now, when they are surrounded by enemies on all sides,” Dean Mu Ran explained.
“If there’s no reaction, then there’s no need to pay attention to it. Continue to gather information. With the Emperors not making a move, it seems that the Celestial Court won’t fall for the time being,” Li Qingshan said quietly.
“But Lord Li Qingshan, when will you finally make a move?” Dean Mu Ran inquired.
“No hurry, let the war play out for a while,” Li Qingshan shook his head. Since the Emperors weren’t intervening now, it wouldn’t be so simple to destroy the Celestial Court.
“Then I’ll leave first and continue to gather information.” Dean Mu Ran drank the tea in his cup in one gulp, then stood up, bidding farewell to Li Qingshan.
Li Qingshan watched Dean Mu Ran leave, continued drinking his tea, put this matter aside, and focused on improving his own state.
“The Celestial Court is now universally hostile. Are you still going to save it?” little fox walked over from afar and asked Li Qingshan softly.
With the news of the Immortal World being targeted spreading widely, little fox naturally knew about it too.
“The Celestial Court still needs to be saved,” Li Qingshan nodded.
“After the descendants of the Emperor Clan have turned the Celestial Court into its current state, tarnishing its reputation, do you still need to save it?” Little fox asked, puzzled.
“Saving the Celestial Court and dealing with the descendants of the Emperor Clan’s demise are not conflicting,” Li Qingshan whispered.
“Then when will you go?” Little fox jumped into Li Qingshan’s arms, looked up at him, and asked.
“I don’t know,” Li Qingshan gently stroked little fox, saying calmly.
“What are you doing now?” little fox looked at Li Qingshan suspiciously.
“Improving myself, becoming a better version of myself,” Li Qingshan rubbed little fox’s cheeks, put her down, and finally walked to the yard with his hands behind his back, lying down on a chair, quietly falling asleep.
A big dream.
A hundred years of life.
The vicissitudes of the world.
Although not cultivating, every detail in life is a form of cultivation.
“Life is like a journey, and I am just a traveler.” Li Qingshan closed his eyes and recited a poem.
In this dream, he really fell asleep.
Li Qingshan seemed to have returned to the Human World.
In this dream, he seemed to have returned to the Human World.
Back to the Yuhua Sect, back to the Repentance Cliff.
In the dream, he saw the Million Stele Forest, the familiar Stele Forest carrying memories of the past.
In the twenty years since he came to the Immortal Plane, Li Qingshan had never recalled the stories of the Human World. He had always been moving forward bravely, constantly cultivating, looking forward to higher realms.
Now, perhaps because he was getting old and had little life left, Li Qingshan enjoyed reminiscing about the past.
In his body, the Big Clock and the Giant Sword sensed the changes in Li Qingshan’s appearance.
“Are you going to break through to Emperor?” The Giant Sword woke up from its deep sleep, looking at its surroundings in shock—it was in the realm of the Crimson Immortal, and judging by his appearance now, it seemed like he was comprehending the rules and preparing to break through to Immortal King and enter Emperor.
The Giant Sword was dumbfounded, shocked, excited, and incredulous, asking eagerly.
The Big Clock beside it rotated slightly, emitting time energy, seemingly also feeling a sense of surprise.
The Big Clock was a Great Path Weapon created by Qingqing’s patriarch, a manifestation of the Great Path, extremely powerful, but lacking the sentience that the Giant Sword had developed on its own.
The Big Clock was still nurturing its own sentience, like a three-year-old child who could only express basic emotions.
But it also knew that Li Qingshan was doing something very surprising.
“Have you recovered some energy?” Li Qingshan asked calmly, without answering the previous question.
“I’ve recovered some strength, at least it’s no problem talking to you. Answer me. Are you going to break through to Immortal King and enter Emperor?” the Giant Sword urged.
“Yes,” Li Qingshan admitted with a nod.