Covering the sky: Starting from the Golden Crow of the Holy Cliff

Chapter 102: The Bright Light of Taiyin, the Continuation of the True Descendants of the Human Emperor

Without the need for guidance from others, everyone felt a burning sensation in their hearts and subconsciously looked up at the sun hanging high in the formation. There was a figure inside, with chaotic energy all over the body. The figure was very blurry and motionless, like a statue.

"It's light!"

From Yi Qingwu's perspective, the saints of the Big Dipper star field had a restrained aura, and the ancient Sun Scripture was running on the immortal platform, as if they had transformed into the sun. Although there was no pressure spreading, the cultivators who looked at that place still felt depressed, and they couldn't help but kowtow and worship.

This is an invisible power, filled with chaotic light, like an immortal immortal!
The pupils of the Guanghan Goddess were trembling, and four figures like gods and demons were reflected on her ice-blue sclera. They were distributed at the four poles, occupying the corners of the formation. Their whole bodies were filled with milky white flames, surrounding the master of the killing formation like stars surrounding the moon.

“Those four are actually ancient saints.” Yi Qingwu opened her mouth slightly, but couldn’t close it. There were so many ancient saints who had disappeared in the past, but now they appeared all of a sudden.

The Five Saints broke through the sky, and this ancient star field of Ziwei, which was shrouded in the Dharma Ending Age, seemed like a myth!
In an instant, everyone came together to pay homage to the ancient sages!
While some people were shocked, they were also speculating in their hearts that Beidou might not be bound by the shackles of the Dharma Ending Age, otherwise there wouldn't be so many saint-level beings.

"Buzz!"

All the heroes came to pay homage to him, but Yan Ming seemed to be oblivious to everything. His whole body and mind were focused on breaking through the ancient Taoist temple of longevity, fixing his meridians and locking the universe. Rays of divine light poured down from his immortal platform one after another, like silk threads, transforming into soft lights that penetrated every pore, piercing through the void, and entangled forward.

This is a technique to determine the dragon veins of mountains and rivers. It can also bind the sun, moon, stars and rivers, change the world, and become one of the core elements of constructing a killing array.

At this moment, his eyes opened and closed, and strands of Tao tracks intertwined. That was the evolution of the universe and the desolate scene of the stars in the sky. In addition, there was the light of flying immortals, which passed through the depth of his eyes. This person could not tell the depth at all.

The sage is speechless, as if possessed by the Way of Heaven, looking down upon all living beings. All who are seen are defeated and sincerely convinced by him, without the slightest thought of competing with him.

"Hey!"

Suddenly, Yan Ming's figure rushed backwards, and the black gourd suddenly rioted, condensing the universe and the stars, with magnificent brilliance. It seemed as if an immortal grass extended in the void, cutting off the sun, moon and stars.

"boom!"

A loud noise erupted from the ancient Taoist temple of longevity, and glowing runes of the ancient formation diagram in the deepest part rose like smoke, madly offsetting the power of the extreme god.

At the end of everyone's vision, a tragic murderous aura rushed up, a scarlet blood light crossed the sky, covering most of the killing formation, and countless starlight and moonlight fell, making everything unpredictable.

A terrifying aura emanated from the sky, ferocious and monstrous, and it actually came from the blood. Upon closer inspection, it was actually an incredible head, dripping with blood. The face was hideous and terrifying, and the two eyes had a hint of madness, extremely ferocious, and even had the power of a quasi-emperor.

Countless scarlet light particles surged, intertwining with the quasi-emperor order chain, constantly colliding, erupting with sounds of piercing gold and splitting rocks, and even the earth veins began to tremble.

The five magical instruments glowed, all of them were imperial lights, all of them were symbols of the ultimate way, terrifying and boundless, shaking the past, present and future, and illuminating the entire ancient Nether Ridge!

With the quasi-emperor's head as the base and the five imperial artifacts as the foundation, it condensed the essence of the stars and the earth veins, and at this moment it really shook the quasi-emperor formation diagram.

The sky shattered, a ray of fairy light cut through eternity, and the sword energy was slashing.

It was like the dead silence after the destruction of the dark universe, with almost no sound. When the dust settled, Changsheng Temple was still holding on, but it was filled with gloom and sorrow, and there were cries everywhere.

The formation diagram left behind by the ancient quasi-emperor is also useless. Its light has dimmed a lot at this moment. At this rate, it will be wiped out sooner or later, and then a catastrophe will be waiting for them.

The entire religion will be destroyed!

This is unbearable pain!

But to stop the Beidou creatures? Even if they all came, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to withstand a single move from the Jidao Emperor's soldiers!
Thinking of this, some elders couldn't help but cry out in grief, feeling extremely painful and full of resentment!
"This group of evildoers has mobilized so many extremely powerful divine weapons to show off their power. When the formation is broken, we will probably die without a burial place." Someone cried out like a madman, knowing that death would follow.

The head of Changsheng Temple was pale, and his heart was filled with endless regret, which overwhelmed him like a tide.

Everything is caused by the ancient magic of the gods!

At first, he was self-righteous and thought that with the formation diagram left by the ancestors, he could negotiate with the creatures outside the domain and decipher the scriptures left by the gods.

This half page of the Phoenix Blood and Red Gold Book has been preserved in Changsheng Temple for tens of thousands of years. How can anyone be willing to give it away for free?
Unexpectedly, the other party overturned the table and pressed forward with four or five imperial weapons.

You should have told me earlier that you had this kind of background, an alliance made up of a bunch of imperial families!

"No wonder they were the first to destroy the Taiyin Divine Sect. They hated the Duanmu clan for stealing the Jidao inheritance. This damn imperial clan didn't take our Changsheng Temple seriously at all." An old man said in a low voice, guessing the reason for the destruction of the Taiyin Divine Sect, his face full of hatred.

"Go, go see that ancient sage of the Big Dipper," the revived essence said, "Ask him if he can show mercy and spare my Changsheng Temple. As long as this matter can be exposed, anything is possible. I will give him the ancient divine scripture."

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and his skinny figure turned around, deciding to take a gamble. He said, "No, send him out now. I am willing to pay any price as long as he stops fighting!"

"Yes, Patriarch."

In an instant, several powerful men received the order and went to negotiate with the treasure.

From being tough to crawling, this is too humiliating, but temporary shame is better than the destruction of inheritance and the end of hope!
"How could...how could it come to this?" The aura of Changsheng Temple was declining, and his mental strength was seriously overdrawn.

Not only was he in charge of the Quasi-Emperor Formation, he was also activating the legendary holy weapons.

The Taoist temple under their feet was originally a palace-type Taoist temple, but now it was covered by a killing formation, and any fluctuations could not be transmitted out.

The four mighty ones controlled the divine rainbow and, relying on the protection of the Changsheng Temple, endured the burning pain. They shouted loudly, "Honorable Saint, as long as you are willing to stop..."

"boom!"

A large amount of pure lotus demon fire slammed down, and several elders of Changsheng Temple fell instantly and could no longer be seen. A page of the Phoenix Blood and Red Gold Book flew out and fell into Yan Ming's hand, merging with the other half.

The magic and the spells merged into one, and in an instant a vast red cloud filled the air, nine phoenixes lingered, and auspicious aura burst out, enveloping Yan Ming.

The source of Tao glowed, and he quickly comprehended the secret techniques of the scriptures. His body, which was blocked by the Tao marks, made a loud bang and emitted infinite flames, shaking the starry sky.

A divine purple-gold lamp glowed, with a solemn inscription on it. From the depths of the immortal platform came the sound of chanting, as if someone was trying to comprehend this secret technique.

In the void, there were dots of golden blood. Yan Ming burned his blood and essence to rebuild a new body, but the process was very difficult.

His torso was covered with lines of azure veins. When touched, lapis lazuli divine chains intertwined, and a cage actually materialized, trying to seal his body.

This is not made of real divine gold, but a manifestation of order and rules. The divine chain seals it and locks his room for advancement.

The divine blood surged, and a golden crow with blood and energy flapped its wings and rushed straight to the immortal platform. However, it was stopped by the quasi-emperor's Dao mark, and its nirvana failed.

But there was no dejection on Yan Ming's face. His eyes were shining and he was very excited because he had just shaken the blockade in his body. If he continued like this, he would be able to break through the cage and transform in adversity sooner or later.

"The power of the Eternal Heavenly Venerable is comparable to that of nature... It is worthy of being the number one divine art in the field of healing." Yan Ming whispered, comprehending the essence of the secret of the word "zhe". This art can be called the ultimate mystery of seizing the creation of heaven and earth, which can allow people to comprehend it for a lifetime.

Yan Ming realized that the word "zhe" could be used in conjunction with the Doutian Fenxian Gong to have miraculous effects. The flaw of the Jinwu Fentian Gong was that it burned itself, and with the assistance of the Immortal Technique, the combination of the two would be comparable to the martial soul fusion skills of the Stone Man and Yasuo.

After truly experiencing the power of this secret, Yan Ming lowered his gaze slightly and looked towards the Changsheng Ancient Taoist Temple.

This group of people will not turn back until they hit the wall. Only at this point do they realize the current situation.

"What were you doing so far?" Yan Ming sneered.

He relied on his quasi-emperor formation diagram and thought he could protect Changsheng Temple for a lifetime. However, facts have proved that sometimes the stronger the foundation, the faster one dies.

To Yan Ming, it didn't matter which faction was the "chicken," but who jumped out first. "Bound and kneeling, bowing with every step, your sins on the pilgrimage will be halved." Yan Ming stood with his hands behind his back, chanting a mantra, willing to give Changsheng Temple a chance.

In consideration of the fact that they handed over half a page of Phoenix Blood and Red Gold, we can leave them some seeds and foundation.

But most of them will still "die". A great era is about to begin, and severe punishments should be used. Without power, the rule cannot be consolidated!

This condition was too harsh, causing a riot in Changsheng Temple, and a group of people who practiced Taoist Qingxin Gong were extremely angry.

Even his background was silent. It didn't matter if he died, but what about the inheritance left by the ancestors? Could it really be cut off in this life?
The old man felt that this matter was of great importance, involving life and death, so he asked an ancient saint to come out...

Finally, after a heated debate, the master of Changsheng Temple tied himself in chains, kowtowed with every step, and walked out of the ancient formation diagram. The sect was enveloped by the Pure Lotus Demon Fire.

The Divine Conversion Technique glowed, converting almost all high-level people above the Immortal Platform Secret Realm into fire slaves, with only a few young seeds as exceptions, such as Taoist Sanque, who was also among them. This was the last condition that Changsheng Temple had fought for.

They are willing to pay the price, but hope that the younger generation will continue to survive and inherit the name of Changsheng Temple in the future.

Yan Ming agreed to this directly.

Even though he knew that Taoist Sanque was his father's soul, he didn't care at all.

At this point, he can also say indifferently: To kill a genius is to cover the sky with one hand.

A Taoist monk with three missing characters, living in a sect where almost everyone is a fire slave. Sometimes, knowing nothing is actually a blessing, while knowing too much is bound to be a tragedy...

As the events at Changsheng Temple came to an end and the illusion array dissipated, the news from here flew quickly to the four continents as if it had wings.

The ancient sage of Beidou put aside his past grudges and showed mercy to Changsheng Temple.

"If they didn't kill anyone and didn't hurt anyone, that group of people could have completely destroyed Changsheng Temple. I didn't expect them to act like this. Only a virtuous person can carry the world, and being upright can be the kingly way!" Someone sighed and had a good impression of the foreign forces. He felt that Changsheng Temple had not lost its fortune, and the great disaster had turned into a chance to become an immortal. It was valued by several imperial clans in Beidou, and might be able to soar into the sky in the future.

Some people also felt that something was wrong and believed that there must be a reason behind it. Could the external forces be so kind?
Something must have happened at the Changsheng Taoist Temple.

A few hours later, outside the Ancient Dark Ridge, there were dense crowds of people in all directions. They were all masters, and the older generation of various sects came to pay homage to the emperor for the first time.

Everyone knows that if they don’t come, there is a possibility that the sect will be destroyed!

Some people bravely looked up and discovered that there were many legendary beings among the pilgrims.

Famous masters such as the Old Man King and the Light King were all present. Even the arrogant and unruly Golden Crow King, who had dared to obtain the immortal inheritance and snatch the goddess when he was young, was now trembling with fear. He felt the pressure from Yan Ming, and was unable to stand steadily and almost knelt down.

"How dare we, a small tribe in a remote area, not come to pay homage to the emperor? Today we are honored to pay homage to the saint. How fortunate we are and will never forget it." He performed the ceremony with great respect, not daring to breathe.

If even a great king is like this, others should be even more humble.

It's not that Yan Mingde is virtuous, but that he has the imperial weapons. These Ziwei controllers can truly feel the terror of Jidao's divine power.

No gold cup!

No fermented rice!

Only white blades!

The effect is surprisingly good!
"They are just pretending to be nice. One wants to contact Zu Xinghuosang, and the other wants to endure the humiliation temporarily and wait for the right time..." Yan Ming's mouth curled up slightly. This Taoist temple was transformed by the Pure Lotus Demon Fire. A group of little guys in the third level of the Immortal Platform were too naive in front of him and couldn't even hide their thoughts.

"I came here with sincerity, but Ziwei is declining day by day, and people's hearts are no longer the same as before. What can I do?"

Yan Ming's eyes opened and closed, indifferent and cold, his body was like glass, the five secret realms glowed, and he recited scriptures to himself. Suddenly, strange visions appeared, covering the world, with bursts of auspicious light and golden clouds filling the sky, which stunned and excited the several great kings present.

With their level of cultivation, they could naturally tell that what the sage was talking about was an imperial scripture.

"It is the Dao Sutra Wheel Sea Scroll, which explains the fundamentals of the First Secret Realm!"

The kings were shocked and immediately had an idea. These Beidou foreigners were quite generous. They gave them precious scriptures just because they came to surrender.

"Perhaps there will be a chance to obtain more scriptures in the future." Some people thought to themselves, feeling that there is great potential in seeking refuge.

But as time went by, Yan Ming became more and more blurred. Pieces of light rain fell from the fairy platform, divine light spread out, and milky white flames rolled up, making everything become extremely hazy.

Gradually, a trace of piety appeared in the eyes of King Jinwu, King Guangming, King Lao Ren and others, and they stood side by side with Taoist Qinggu of Changsheng Temple with respectful expressions.

They knew nothing about the entire salvation process and were completely immersed in the mysteries of the Taoist Scriptures and the Ancient Sun Scriptures. They fell into the sea of ​​dust and became slaves of their minds.

"Ziwei can be saved." Yan Ming nodded. He had no moral constraints in converting the kings.

Amitabha Buddha walks the ancient path, converts all competitors, and remains a positive character in The Great Ruler.

Where has he been?

He hated the Duanmu clan very much in his previous life, and Ye Fan did not settle accounts with the sect in his later years, so Yan Ming asked Jiang Yifei to lead the Original Lake Ancestor King to destroy it.

The red sun is rising, its bright light swaying with the morning light, and a new era has begun in the ancient Ziwei star field.

The world was shaken, and everyone was stunned by Yan Ming's methods. Overnight, he constructed a magic circle, built a heavenly palace, the Xuanyang flag fluttered, and the vast imperial power filled the air.

He established the Sun Heaven!

Even though Yang Yi came to persuade him specially and took out ancient books, saying that the Heavenly Palace should not be established lightly, it did not change his mind.

The Source Book of Heaven should not be practiced lightly, or you may be cursed in your later years.

What if Jiang Yifei, under Yan Ming, also cultivated himself? Little Jiang had unrivaled faith and firmly believed that he could break all curses in the future!
At one time, some major religions in Luzhou, Shenzhou, and Hezhou joined in and became the first followers of this Taoist tradition.

Yan Ming promulgated a decree to show the brightness of Taiyin and continue the lineage of the Human Emperor. He used extensive text to describe the achievements of the ancient Taiyin Emperor and ordered all regions to build temples and offer incense.

The Sun Saint Emperor also has a similar orientation, but overall, he is not as good as the Moon!
The Sun Heavenly Court respects the Moon Human Emperor as the most respected, this is the iron rule established by Yan Ming.

After all, he is a legitimate descendant of Taiyin!

In the game "Blocking Heaven", it is clearly mentioned that the mind of Taiyin Emperor God is revived. In the last scene, he sees Jiang Tingting and says, "What could be better than seeing blood flowing in the bodies of future generations, full of vitality..."

The Human Emperor personally certified that Jiang Tingting was his descendant.

It can be further deduced that there should be an imperial concubine with Taiyin blood in Emperor Hengyu's harem.

The Emperor's Concubine with a Divine Body had existed for a long time, and there was also the one who made Hengyu flee to Zhongzhou... Sometimes it is not so easy to enjoy the blessing of having many wives.

Yan Ming personally took action, offering sacrifices to heaven and earth in the core pure land, reshaping the statue of Taiyin Emperor, and millions of people worshipped at the same time

"Tingting's ancestors are naturally my ancestors as well. Since we occupy a large area, who should we worship if not our own ancestors?" The current Taiyin clan leader spoke. He used the essence of the Taiyin to create an ice sculpture and sent it to the temple. He also used the corpses of the deceased Duanmu clan members as firewood and placed it in a large cauldron, burning it day and night...

(End of this chapter)