"Boom!"
After an explosive crash, the light scattered. Father and son exchanged a glance, then charged at each other.
"Sun Emperor Fist!"
With a soft shout, Li Wangxian manifested the supremely unyielding Sun Divine Laws and swung his fist.
His fist intent was peerless, its pressure making the void crackle with explosions. This was a technique he had comprehended while listening to the Saint Emperor's Dao Sound after his Emperor Blood underwent atavism. Though it remained far removed from the orthodox Emperor Fist, given his world-shaking talent, the Sun Divine Laws he manifested at a low cultivation realm would not necessarily lose to the true art. Now that he unleashed the Emperor Fist, its might shook heaven and earth at this realm.
"Dao, Dao, Dao!"
Sun Saint Power surged between Father Li's palms and fingers, sending boundless Dao Patterns crashing toward Li Wangxian.
Four Extremes cultivators could draw upon the great Dao of the world's four extremes and wield it in battle. Although Father Li, a Saint Lord at Immortal Two, had suppressed his divine power to the Four Extremes Realm, his comprehension of the great Dao had not vanished. The Dao Patterns he unleashed were naturally terrifying beyond compare at the Four Extremes Realm.
Sure enough, the instant those boundless Dao Patterns surged out, they linked with the great Dao of heaven and earth, transforming into Innate Dao Diagrams—tangible traces of the Dao that pressed down upon him.
"Dao diagrams are merely one manifestation of the great Dao. They cannot suppress me."
Li Wangxian's little body unleashed the Sun Emperor Fist, erupting with boundless sacred light. His valor crowned the age, and the Dao diagrams could not stop him. The Sun Emperor Fist shook loose endless Dao power, shattering every Innate Dao Diagram. In a single instant, he charged right up to Father Li.
"Boom!"
The Emperor Fist shook the world. Amid the endless radiance, a small golden fist became the sole presence between heaven and earth.
"Bang!"
Amid a tremendous crash, Li Wangxian shattered the many Dao diagrams in an instant with a ferocity his father had never expected.
Father Li could only hastily swing his "Dao Palm" to meet the Sun Emperor Fist. In an instant, he was blasted away, and the lingering force carried him into a mountain, smashing it apart.
"What the hell..."
Mother Li covered her face. She had never been so speechless. Father and son had fought, and the father had been sent flying by his five-and-a-half-year-old son.
The elders of the Sun Church beside her exchanged looks as well. The sight was simply too beautiful to bear watching.
Rumble!
Father Li flew out of the collapsed mountain, his face expressionless. Yet anyone who saw him at that moment could sense a gloomy, chilling coldness.
"Am I imagining things? Why does it feel like the weather suddenly turned cold?" Elder Chen asked in confusion.
The others ignored him, turning their attention instead to the predictably fiercer battle to come.
Sure enough, the moment Father Li flew out, he swept both hands through the air without a word, manifesting a world-shaking arcane art. As soon as it appeared, the trajectories of Dao Patterns linked with the four extremes of heaven and earth, forming "domains" that surrounded Li Wangxian.
Then the Dao Patterns swiftly changed again. The "domains" linked together, threatening to form a miniature world that would seal Li Wangxian within it.
Li Wangxian's expression changed. Somehow, he seemed to hear a voice saying, Die, you unfilial brat! Was he imagining things?
Still, whatever the case, he had to break through the blockade first. If that miniature world truly took shape, things would get ugly.
"Roar!"
With a long roar, Li Wangxian fully unleashed his supreme talent, which could rival a Dao Embryo. His magical power was inexhaustible, and he wielded the great Dao as effortlessly as moving his own fingers, not falling short of his father-a mighty expert with his cultivation suppressed-in the slightest.
This was another reason he could be so formidable. Otherwise, no matter how profound his comprehension of the great Dao, how could he wield it so smoothly before reaching the Four Extremes Realm? Without sufficient magical power, how many times could he use even the most astonishing divine abilities and arcane arts?
In an instant, Dao Patterns showered down like rain, intertwining with him and blessing him with boundless Dao power.
At that moment, he seemed no longer to be wielding the great Dao, but to have become the great Dao itself. Every movement unleashed endless Dao power.
In that instant, Li Wangxian, empowered by boundless Dao power, swung the Sun Emperor Fist against the world's sealing force. Its might shook heaven and earth. It was as though a sun had exploded within that miniature world, flooding it with endless light and heat, as though the world itself were being annihilated.
"Bang!"
Heaven and earth shook violently. One was "creating a world," while the other was "destroying a world." As the two clashed, the miniature world became shrouded in mist, their auras engulfing that little world.
"What's happening? Why can't we see anything?" Mother Li grew anxious. This collision was so violent that even the miniature world seemed to have been blasted apart. One could imagine how fierce their clash had become.
"The void has been torn apart!" Elder Lin suddenly cried out.
Ahead, pitch-black fissures crisscrossed one another. The void had been struck until it collapsed, making every spectator's expression change as anxiety gripped them.
The battle raged. No one knew how much time passed. Those outside could only occasionally glimpse the two trading punches and palm strikes, colliding fiercely before vanishing from sight again.
"Boom!"
After another exchange, the two separated. Then a heaven-shaking crash rang out, and Li Wangxian soared skyward, majestic and completely unscathed. He had forcibly shattered the miniature world and broken free of its seal.
On the other side, Father Li also burst out of the ruined miniature world, but faint traces of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. After their repeated collisions within that world, his physical strength had ultimately proved inferior to Li Wangxian's Emperor Blood physique, which had undergone several transformations before experiencing atavism.
"The outcome is decided. In the end, the divine son proved superior." Uncle Jiang smiled with shock and gratification.
Although the divine son's victory meant they had to agree to let him venture out for training, which gave him a headache, how could such a dazzling performance not fill him with joy?
Uncle Jiang was gratified, but Mother Li was furious. She flew between Father Li and his son, first checking that neither had suffered any real injury, then unleashed a torrent of scolding.
She called Father Li a stubborn fool for fighting so fiercely in a spar with his own son, then scolded Li Wangxian for learning bad habits at such a young age—he was already beating up his old father.
When the elders in the distance saw this, they all smiled, then tacitly refrained from approaching and disturbing the family of three.
Father and son obediently endured the scolding. After exchanging a glance, they both smiled too.
"Son, you won," his father said once his mother's scolding began to subside.
"Yes, I won."
Li Wangxian showed no modesty this time. He knew his father wanted to see him brimming with confidence now, not displaying the composure he usually made a point of showing.
"It's good to be young! Back in those days, I was just as full of confidence, believing I could accomplish anything I wanted."
Father Li looked at his son, who resembled him so closely in both appearance and temperament.
"So alike! Whether it's that composure or that confidence."
Hearing this beside him, his mother rolled her eyes at his father. "He's your own flesh and blood. Who else would he resemble?"
"That's right! My own flesh and blood should naturally resemble me." Father Li suddenly burst into laughter.
"But you're stronger than your father. Your talent and comprehension far surpass mine." Father Li abruptly stopped laughing and looked at Li Wangxian as he spoke.
"Do you have any instructions for me, Father?" Li Wangxian asked calmly.
"You must keep growing stronger, until no one dares oppress you, until no one can ever oppress our Sun lineage again. Can you do that?" Father Li suddenly demanded loudly.
Li Wangxian slowly nodded and answered firmly, "I can. I will."
"Good. I believe you'll certainly accomplish it. I'll be waiting to see that day. Only then will I have the face to see your grandfather.
"I'll tell him that although I failed, my son is stronger than me.
"His grandson truly can accomplish what we've long hoped for."
Father Li returned to the Sun God Sect with a gratified smile.
Although he had failed to be the blue drawn from indigo that surpassed the indigo, his son had succeeded. That was as good as succeeding himself, wasn't it?
After all, without him, the Sun Church would never have had such a dazzling divine son as Li Wangxian.
Then surely he had not let down the name his father had given him?
Father Li's full name was Li Shenglan.
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