Chapter 226

"Is the Heaven and Earth Sect invading?" Shen Qingli asked dubiously, "No way? Mom never heard of the Heaven and Earth Sect before."

"Of course that doesn't count; this Heaven and Earth Sect is actually the Western Sect, secretly infiltrating to avoid attention, and here it's been renamed the Heaven and Earth Sect." Zhong Minglan already knew what the Heaven and Earth Sect was, but it's strange!

"You said earlier that the Heaven and Earth Sect's people took Little Di Jin away?" Zhong Minglan thought this was absurd; the Western Sect and Shen Ting have always been at odds, yet the Western Sect came to fetch the master of Shen Ting?

"I think they want to swallow A Jin and control Shen Ting." Shen Qingli gave her guess and also described what she saw.

Zhong Minglan frowned at once, "We should go rescue him, what did he say?"

"He told me to wait." Shen Qingli couldn't possibly wait, it's impossible.

"Wait until Mom and Dad's wedding is over, then I'll go check it out first."

"No." Zhong Minglan didn't agree, "I'll send Jin Wu first."

"No way." Shen Qingli laughed and cried, "As far as I know, a primordial god cannot enter the Western Realm."

Lately, hasn't the Lord of the Thick Earth Star been by her side all the time? She's inquired about it; logically, Heaven One and Earth Two also shouldn't be able to enter Shen Ting.

But who made it so that the master of Shen Ting, the Dao Lord, is still in seclusion?

And the other guardian god—the Kunlun God Lord—hasn't returned to his post either.

Shen Ting's gates naturally stand wide open, letting in many Western Sect "teachings."

"Don't be afraid, you have your dad. You think the Western Sect benefited from the Great Calamity? No, their Holy Buddha also reincarnated, just recovering faster than the Dao Lord, but it's still not fully recovered." Zhong Minglan felt this matter still needed Jin Wu to go.

"You haven't said yet, what is the Great Calamity?" Shen Qingli brought up the old question again.

Zhong Minglan's gaze was complex, "It's not that I want to hide it from you, but Mom actually has hardly any memory left."

Shen Qingli was stunned! Such a big matter……

"It shouldn't be like that, right? But it's true—I only remember participating in the war and a few specific events; everything else I've forgotten." Zhong Minglan understood she wasn't an exception, "Other immortals are the same: the lower their rank, the less they remember."

"How could this happen?" Shen Qingli didn't understand.

"In a few days, perhaps everyone will forget. The only thing that might still be remembered is the Dao Lord. Even he might not remember." Zhong Minglan was uncertain, "We suspect this is a calamity derived from the Heavenly Dao."

"So you've been forgetting all along, all this time?" Shen Qingli thought it over and felt terrified.

Zhong Minglan was certain of this: "No, after all we coexist with the Heavenly Dao; even if we forget everything, we still retain some feeling. In our feeling, this sense of wrongness occurs only this once."

But for ordinary people, acquired deities, they have no perception whatsoever.

"Your father actually has another idea."

"What?"

"He thinks our forgetting is the Dao Lord's doing."

"Di Jin?" Shen Qingli scratched her head.

In Zhong Minglan's eyes, the Dao Lord was no longer Di Jin.

"Sometimes excessively brutal memories erode a person's fighting spirit, belief, and even vitality."

Shen Kuo's speculation was that the Dao Lord didn't want the myriad immortals to be in constant panic, after all life must go on.

The primordial deities, bearing their mission, still need a sense of crisis, so they can still vaguely recall some scenes.

"So now only Di Jin knows what the Great Calamity is? No, only a fully recovered Di Jin would know?" Shen Qingli thought about the "fruit" in the space, worrying like the Fusang divine tree.

Di Jin is no longer cracking, but its vitality keeps dwindling; the Fusang divine tree's supplement is far from enough!

Little Fusang has recently been using stored fruit to supplement Di Jin, this wastrel...

We can't wait any longer!

If it weren't for her parents' impending wedding, Shen Qingli wouldn't want to wait even a moment.

"You mustn't go sneaking off!" Zhong Minglan warned.

Shen Qingli looked at her innocently, "I didn't."

Nine Li turned around and drew circles on the ground; A Li definitely wanted to go openly.

"Big brother."

Jiu Ying poked its head out furtively.

"What are you doing!"

"Let's discuss something,"

"Nothing to discuss; everything you want to do is bad."

Jiu Ying's nine heads all drooped; how is it doing bad things? It just wants to eat a few bad people.

Shen Qingli herself has eaten three; why can't it? Ah~

Speaking of this, Zhong Minglan happened to ask Shen Qingli, "How's your cultivation? I see you haven't made any progress."

Logically speaking, those three green-hat trinkets, though shabby and despicable, have genuine strength; they should have raised your realm.

At this very moment, Shen Qingli was still a first-rank lower immortal...

"I feel my opportunity lies in the west."

"Don't give me that!"

Zhong Minglan raised a hand to stop Shen Qingli from continuing.

And she deeply suspected that Shen Qingli's lack of progress was just an excuse she'd prepared for herself.

"Really, I'm stuck." Shen Qingli discovered that no matter how much Azure Dragon, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise divine power she absorbed, it was like sinking into a stone sea.

She simply couldn't truly awaken the divine power of these three deities, so her twenty-one star meridians couldn't be fully illuminated, causing her cultivation to stall.

"Try circulating your cultivation technique; let me have a look." Zhong Minglan suggested, and also summoned Shen Kuo over.

"What's up?" The recently extremely busy Shen Kuo, though still wearing white robes that outshone snow, now had a jade crown that was noticeably more formal.

"Look at A Li, her cultivation hasn't increased." After saying that, Zhong Minglan had Shen Qingli begin.

Shen Kuo had already sat down; no matter how busy, he couldn't possibly ignore his daughter, otherwise he'd be neglecting the root for the branches.

Shen Qingli then sat cross-legged, under her parents' gaze, circulating the God-Demon Transformation; among the nine meridians, divine and demonic powers intertwined, faintly merging yet incompatible, yet able to harmoniously interchange, with dark power as the lubricant.

"Is this the Dao Lord's cultivation method?" Zhong Minglan couldn't understand.

Shen Ting is actually not authoritarian; gods, demons, and spirits each have their own way.

As long as the Dao method one cultivates does not go against the proper order and harm the world, it is the righteous path.

But since ancient times, gods have been gods, demons demons, and spirits spirits; because each has a different innate physique, each naturally has its own path to follow.

Like Shen Qingli, who cultivates both god and demon arts, such people are not nonexistent, but they each keep to their own, so they will open two meridians within their body—one demon meridian, one god meridian.

"I don't care about his cultivation."

Shen Kuo now has a bit of a headache about his former carefree attitude.

"Then what do you care about?"

"You?"

Shen Kuo blurted out.

"Oh my!"

"What a huge pile of dog food!"

Jiu Li lay down, indicating he was full.

Shen Kuo pressed his lips and said nothing, but this is also a fact—Zhong Minglan was too reckless; during the great calamity, he could only keep an eye on her, wasn't it just that he only cared about her?

"You're not the Flower God, you're the Honey God."

Zhong Minglan supported her forehead to conceal her complexion.

"Then can I go to the Western Teaching?"

Shen Qingli took advantage of her parents being lovey-dovey to quickly put forward her request.

"Cannot."

"Can."

Zhong Minglan and Shen Qingli both looked at Shen Kuo, and he said he could!

"Dad is the best!" Shen Qingli said, then quickly added, "Mom is the best too!"

Shen Kuo had already explained, "A Li can go wherever she wants; our daughter, where can she not go? Now, who would dare to move a hair of hers?"