"Congratulations to Your Majesty, your primordial spirit cultivation has progressed further."
The figure of Houtu appeared beside Li Ping'an and softly spoke.
Li Ping'an nodded with a smile, just about to ask where they are now, but Houtu blinked and whispered: "Your Majesty, why do I sense the aura of Gonggong on you?"
"Well, this," Li Ping'an spoke earnestly, "my third teacher taught me a cultivation method that stems from Gonggong."
"I see."
Houtu sighed lightly:
"After Gonggong struck Mount Buzhou in anger, no one knows which Great Power stole his corpse."
Li Ping'an's thumb moved slightly.
He asked: "When did this happen?"
"I don't know exactly," Houtu replied, "At that time, during the great battle of heaven and earth, the heavenly pillar collapsed, and the waters of the Nine Heavens poured down; everyone was busy saving the creatures."
Li Ping'an nodded slightly, gaining some doubts in his heart, but said with a smile:
