Max-Level Learning Ability: Facing The Cliff And Repenting For 80 Years

Chapter 444: Letter from an Old Friend (3)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

No matter what, Li Qingshan was determined to comprehend those 3,000 rules.

With each day equivalent to 10,000 years, Li Qingshan continued to diligently comprehend the rules, thankfully aided by his maxed-level comprehension skill. Every time he reached halfway, the maxed-level comprehension skill would kick in and help him complete the understanding.

And so, 200 days passed, and 2,000,000 years passed. In this extended period of time, Li Qingshan had comprehended 500 types of rule power.

His Emperor’s lifespan had also come to an end.

As time dispersed, Li Qingshan looked at the desolate Emperor Space, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity. It took him a while to recover his senses.

“I’ve reached the end of my Emperor lifespan in less than a year since my breakthrough…” Li Qingshan muttered as he examined the wheel of life within him. He let out a bitter laugh. This was likely to create history — the Lord of the Celestial Court, tasked with saving the Celestial Court, reaching the end of his Emperor lifespan.

Inside him, the wheel of life had been depleted, emitting an aura of death that would soon spread throughout his body. Yet, he had only comprehended five hundred out of three thousand rules.

“I must prepare to live out my second life,” Li Qingshan looked up at the sky, a hint of twilight in his eyes — a sign of his nearing end. But he wasn’t worried in the least. With the power of 500 Rules, he could surely ask for another lifetime from the heavens.

“However, at this rate of comprehension, one lifetime might not be enough,” Li Qingshan sighed. While others would comprehend a single Rule and achieve mastery, he aimed for 3,000 Rules — a lofty ambition.

Li Qingshan stood up, leaving the bamboo hut, and looked out at the vast land, where the sun and moon knew no bounds and the mountains and rivers stretched infinitely, all exquisitely beautiful.

The sunset’s glow fell on Li Qingshan’s face. Though his skin remained youthful, there was an underlying aura of age, signifying his twilight years.

Having secluded himself for over two hundred days, Li Qingshan didn’t immediately ask for another lifetime from the heavens. Instead, he left the Emperor Space and ventured out into the outside world.

The previous Nine Heavens was empty. The Celestial Court had lost and the people in the Nine Heavens had fled. It was very deserted.

The Nine Heavens, previously empty, now bustled with activity. After nearly a year of effort, the new Celestial Court had eradicated its flaws and gradually restored its former glory.

The beauty of the Celestial Court had once again returned. The new leadership consisted of young individuals, with innovation at the forefront. Under the leadership of Dean Mu Ran and Patriarch Zhang, they boldly reclaimed the lost territories, restoring the capital of the Celestial Court.

Now, the Celestial Court had regained its prosperity.

Li Qingshan appeared, unnoticed by anyone, and walked around the Celestial Court with his hands behind his back.

Throughout the year, he had hardly intervened in the affairs of the Celestial Court. Everything was left to Dean Mu Ran and Patriarch Zhang, and he contentedly lived as a hermit.

The glory of the Celestial Court gradually faded from Li Qingshan’s mind. His presence was no longer promoted, as if Li Qingshan didn’t exist at all.

This was what Li Qingshan himself had requested. He preferred to remain low-key. Even though others still remembered him now, in a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand years, few would know of him.

Concealing one’s achievements and reputation—this was what Li Qingshan had always done.

As Li Qingshan watched the passage of time and the flourishing of the Celestial Court, he felt content, feeling that he had repaid Taoist Dragon’s care for him and fulfilled his dream on his behalf. Satisfied, he moved on.

He arrived at the Nine Heavens and saw Hua Xiangrong, Little Nine, A’wei, and the five ghosts.

Everyone was diligently cultivating.

Li Qingshan looked at Hua Xiangrong. She and Hua Yun were sisters in this lifetime, sharing a blood relationship. As long as he took care of Hua Xiangrong, Hua Yun would surely appear.

“Brother…” Little Nine was in seclusion, but her eyelids suddenly twitched. Opening her eyes, she saw Li Qingshan and joyfully called out to him before rushing over to hug his arm.

“Brother, you’re out of seclusion. How’s your comprehension of the Rules?” Little Nine asked with concern.

“Everything’s fine. How about you?” Li Qingshan replied gently.

“I’m fine too. There’s nothing wrong. It’s just that I can’t compare to Brother. I’m not very talented in cultivation.” Little Nine smiled awkwardly. She had thought of herself as a peerless genius in the mortal realm and was quite proud of it. But upon arriving in the Immortal Plane, she realized that there were countless geniuses in this world, and she was just a drop in the ocean, hardly worth mentioning.

“Don’t underestimate yourself. Even if you’re not a peerless genius, you can still achieve enlightenment through your own efforts. It’s just that the eras aren’t very friendly now. But don’t worry, just focus on your cultivation, and I’ll break through the constraints of this era for you,” Li Qingshan said firmly.

As long as he comprehended the 3,000 Rules and entered the Supreme Path, he would sweep through everything, and Little Nine and the others would benefit from it.

Li Qingshan didn’t want anything to happen to Little Nine and the others. They were the closest people to him in this world. If something were to happen to them, he feared that in the long years ahead, he would be left alone, eventually entering a state of Great Oblivion.

So, he created a quiet and comfortable environment for Little Nine and the others, allowing them to accompany him on his journey until they entered Chaos, comprehending eternity. That was what he wanted to do.

“Brother, did you find my sister-in-law the last time you went out?” Little Nine curiously asked.

“No, your sister-in-law is too mischievous. She kept playing hide and seek with me,” Li Qingshan smiled.

“I still want to see what she looks like,” Little Nine said regretfully.

“Don’t worry, there will be opportunities,” Li Qingshan replied calmly, walking with Little Nine as they enjoyed the rare tranquility.

However, this tranquility didn’t last long, as someone soon came to disrupt it.

It was Dean Mu Ran. He came to find Li Qingshan and handed him a letter.

“Immortal Emperor Li, this just arrived at the Celestial Court. It was sent by a Crimson Immortal, who said it’s from an old friend and must be delivered to you,” Dean Mu Ran said.

Li Qingshan took the letter, puzzled. “Old friend, did he mention who it is?”

“It seems to be someone named Xia Wuji!” Dean Mu Ran thought for a moment and replied.

Li Qingshan’s expression turned serious as he quickly opened the letter.

Little Nine, standing beside him, also looked surprised. Xia Wuji was also her friend. After ascending from the Human World, she hadn’t seen him since. What could be written in his letter?

Li Qingshan took out the letter, and on it were written two words.

“Help me!”

The words were written crookedly, indicating that Xia Wuji’s condition at the time wasn’t very good.

These two words also exuded a strong smell of blood, as if they were soaked in blood.

Little Nine looked at it in astonishment, her expression worried. “Xia Wuji is asking for our help.”

Li Qingshan’s face darkened as he turned to Dean Mu Ran and asked, “Where is the person who delivered the letter?”