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

Chapter 103: Sun Heaven
In the vast Ziwei Heavenly Palace, a man in a black gold Taoist robe sat cross-legged in front of the statue of the Sun Saint Emperor for a long time without moving. Only the divine light from the source of Tao was rotating, turning this place into the early days of Taoism when the world was created.

Outside the temple, several palace maids were serving respectfully.

Their identities are extremely noble. There is the Golden Crow Girl from the Fusang Divine Tree Kingdom, the peerless princess from the Ziwei Divine Dynasty, and even the Ice and Snow Fairy from the Guanghan Palace. Each of them is a person whose reputation is known throughout the world.

But here, everything is illusory. If you don’t become a saint, you will end up being an ant and can only dream of becoming a king from afar.

Her beauty pales in comparison to the imperial family.

"The palace gates haven't been opened for several months. I heard that even among the saints, the master is one of the strongest."

"Some creatures in the Big Dipper have said that that ancient star region has many ancient emperors' sects and even immortality elixirs. No wonder, if it weren't such a pure land on earth, how could it have produced so many saints?"

"I really want to go to Beidou in person. The situation of the Dharma Ending Age there should be much better."

A few people were whispering, very curious about everything in this sacred land. They had not been maids for long.

Hearing what others were saying, Yi Qingwu's face was as calm as a lake, and her whole body was like a white jade statue, playing the role of a vase conscientiously and not discussing anything.

"Da da……"

Suddenly, footsteps were heard in the front hall. An old Taoist with blond hair walked in front, leading several men and women forward, but he did not enter the Sun Taoist Temple. Instead, he went to another jade path where chaotic energy flowed.

"It's the Crow King." The information of Taoist Crow emerged in Yi Qingwu's mind. He was a king of the way of killing who inherited the extremely high tradition and had a noble status.

Back then, it was he who subdued the Luzhou Demon King, laid out the overall situation, and joined forces with the young people of the Hengyu Imperial Clan to "capture" hundreds of Ziwei powerful people in one fell swoop. She was also in the crowd at that time and had a very deep impression.

Unexpectedly, such a big shot actually came to greet us politely. Obviously, the group of people behind him were of higher status. Who could they be?
"Why haven't you arrived yet? We want to see Yan Sheng, this time it's of great importance..." At this moment, a rather arrogant voice came from the crowd. He was very young, and as he spoke, traces of the aura of the Way of Slaying leaked out, causing the clouds and mist to vibrate.

This is actually a great king, and his bone age is definitely not very old. He is full of blood and energy, which surprised many people.

Taoist Crow frowned slightly, then relaxed because the person who really had the final say spoke.

"Don't be rude. What did the ancestor tell you when you came here?"

Amidst the hazy chaos, a figure shrouded in golden immortal light spoke, scolding the younger generation: "Without the grace of Saint Yan, how could you have come to this ancient star region? This is a great fortune, perhaps it can help you break through the chasm of the Holy Path. How can you be so rude? Apologize to your fellow Daoists of the Imperial Family immediately."

The people serving in the surrounding heavenly palaces were trembling with fear. Even though they were at a distance, they couldn't help but tremble and felt a chill down their spines. They felt a trace of "holy power". Although it was shallow, it transcended the scope of "human" and made them feel ecstatic.

"Another ancient saint..." someone whispered, feeling more and more the power of the Beidou ancient star field.

The young man was stunned by his uncle's words. He was a direct descendant of a cave master, possessing rich royal blood and a high status in the Golden Cave. He was obviously a little resentful at the moment.

He was just a fire spirit of the Slashing Dao. He had only urged the ancestor king, but he was scolded and humiliated. However, facing the dominance of his elders, this nobleman had no choice but to bow his head and apologize.

"That was me, Meng Lang, the Crow King."

"The ancient sage is here, I dare not be called a king."

Taoist Crow shook his head, knowing that the other party's words were full of thorns, but he still maintained an attitude of neither humble nor arrogant.

He also knew that the reputation of Shengya was entirely supported by Yan Ming alone. Even if he broke into the third level of Xiantai, he still could not get the corresponding respect when facing the ancient royal family like the Golden Cave.

He was not annoyed because there was a deterrent not far away.

Slowly, a magnificent golden lake appeared, with surging mist in the center of the lake. A figure stood in the middle of the milky white flames. It was the ancient king of the primordial lake.

"Brother Daoist!" The ancient king of the Golden Clan couldn't help but call out, as the two sides had a past.

The latter had a wooden expression. When he heard the voice, he looked back and nodded indifferently. There was a little light in his eyes, like splashing silver water, breaking the silence of the sky.

The group was silent, and a sense of sadness arose in their hearts.

Fellow members of the ancient royal family, an ancestor king of the eighth level of the Saint Realm, is now in a daze, reduced to a fire slave, with his life and death controlled by others.

Even the Great Sage of the Original Lake could not intervene and could not save him.

The Holy Spirit Royal Family is really gaining momentum, and perhaps they can restore the glory of the ancient times and allow the Ancient Emperor to visit them.

"Will a Great Fire Spirit emerge in this lifetime?" The Ancient King of the Golden Clan sighed inwardly. For a Holy Spirit born prematurely, achieving Consummation would be as difficult as ascending to heaven. But if it were Shengya, there was a real possibility, and he would once again attain the status of Imperial Dao.

If the marriage can be accomplished, with a great holy spirit protecting her, the princess will have a great hope of attaining enlightenment. By then, there will be two supreme beings in the family, and the path to immortality will definitely belong to them.

People like us can also follow Feixian!
"No wonder the ancestor saint attaches great importance to it. The whole clan ascends to the fairyland. The hope of the ages is gathered in this life. To become an immortal... To become an immortal, if it is for this, everything can be given up!" The ancient king of the Golden Clan opened and closed his eyes, and his attitude became more humble. Even if the person in front of him was just a Zhan Dao ant, he still regarded it as an existence of the same level.

After passing Sun Lake, the Golden Clan members became much more cautious in their movements, and some geniuses were no longer rebellious.

You have to know that their uncle is ranked in the sixth level of heaven, which is not as good as the lord from the original lake.

Taoist Crow remained calm about the changes in the Golden Cave delegation and continued to lead the way. Soon, the group lost track and entered the divine realm on the other side.

When the mist on the Jade Road rose again, voices were heard in the Sun Palace. Everyone was quite surprised and had many speculations about the identity of the visitor.

A few short conversations contain too much information, making it difficult to calm down.

"Ancestor Saint, to have an ancient saint call him Ancestor Saint..." Even Yi Qingwu pondered over it, her imagination running wild, and she was very curious about the other side of the starry sky.

She is now a maid in the palace and should be able to see Yan Sheng often in the future. Perhaps she will have the opportunity to go to Beidou with that lord and see the scenery of another civilization.

Obviously, there are strong and weak saints!

The owner of this Taoist temple should be considered the strongest among all the saints, and he also possesses the ultimate imperial weapon. If I can become a disciple of his Taoist school, my future will be much smoother.

If we lose our horses, we can't know what a blessing is.

According to the old timeline, Yi Qingwu's destiny should be to continue to practice hard and enter the second level of the Immortal Realm as soon as possible.

By then, she might become a Taoist partner with the most outstanding young genius in the Purple Star Region, or she might succeed the Palace Master and advance to a higher realm. If she had never seen the heights, that fateful path wouldn't be bad either.

But now everything is different.

With the powerful Beidou people ahead, it is not easy to achieve enlightenment. The creatures in Ziwei don’t even have the ultimate imperial weapons. When the time comes for the competition for the imperial throne, can this star field really produce an emperor?

Yi Qingwu shook her head, she herself felt that this hope was slim.

During this period of time, one of the Four Heroes of Ziwei, Duanmu Ming, the pseudo-Taiyin God Son, was killed by a young man of the same level as the Hengyu Imperial Clan. After the news spread, no one questioned it.

Emperor Hengyu came from the Ziwei star field, and his descendants were born with a filter that made them more acceptable to the creatures in this star field.

The genius who could control the Sun Emperor Furnace alone did not bother to fabricate his battle record. The opponent seemed like the god of death walking out of a sea of ​​corpses and blood, with a strong murderous intent. Later, he defeated more than ten powerful men in a row and ranked among the eight forbidden areas.

Among the younger generation, Lu Ya, the sixth prince of the Jinwu clan and one of the four heroes, was attacked and beaten all over by Jiang Yifei, who mastered many of the Nine Secrets. He was no match for him at all.

Fierce battles broke out between Taoist Sanque, Yin Tiande, and Jiang Yifei. All three were eight-forbidden geniuses, but in the end they were no match for the creatures of the imperial clan and were defeated one after another.

Jiang Yifei is now at the peak of his career in the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain. He is invincible among the younger generation and has recreated the glory of Jiang Taixu in the past.

The three battles shocked the world and made him famous throughout the ages!
It greatly stabilized the people's hearts in the Ziwei Star Domain. Even Yan Ming was impressed by it and wrote in person: Xiao Jiang is a good comrade!
It was worth it that he taught her the nine secrets and regarded her as his right-hand man.

It was in this context that Yi Qingwu lost all her arrogance. After learning that Beidou had a bunch of ancient princes' daughters, she was almost petrified, realizing the gap between the two sides.

She hadn't even entered the Eight Forbidden Realms, so talking about attaining enlightenment was truly illusory.

"Being able to enter the Heavenly Palace and serve the saint may be an immortal destiny." Yi Qingwu closed her eyes and thought of the short training before coming here. The old nanny of the Hengyu Imperial Clan had specially taught them the corresponding court etiquette.

One of the lessons involved the important people they were to serve.

It was an imperial star that shone through the ages in the Big Dipper. He had fought against the Heavenly King, faced the Great Sage, and defeated the Quasi-Emperor... There were too many legends about him and too many incredible deeds. Yi Qingwu once did not believe him and thought that his words were exaggerated and that he was just creating hype.

Until she caught a glimpse of a bloody human head in the depths of chaos. She was so horrified that her whole body went limp. There was no longer any doubt that it was the real head of a quasi-emperor.

"What kind of person is Yan Sheng..." The woman known as the most beautiful woman in the Ziwei Star Domain muttered to herself, her hair fluttering, like a person in the moon.

In the Sun Palace, appearance is really not worth mentioning.

The woman who can enter and leave the palace at will is breathtakingly beautiful, even Yi Qingwu is amazed by her. There is a beauty in Xinyu Beidou, who is independent and aloof from the world. One glance from her can conquer a city, and another glance can conquer a country. Even she loves her.

There was another noble prince who was also like this. He was accompanied by a saint when he went in and out, and he held the Chaos Blue Lotus Emperor's weapon.

A princess of imperial descent.

In front of these people, even Yi Qingwu did not have the slightest advantage. The remaining seven forbidden areas and the cultivation level of the first level of the Immortal Stage did not seem to be anything to be proud of.

"How can I make a name for myself? I have to become a disciple of the Flame Saint." Yi Qingwu pondered, knowing that there were the legendary Nine Secrets and the Shocking Emperor Scripture in the palace. There were several times when the saints were meditating and reciting the scriptures, and the few fragments of words that leaked out gave her some insights, and she almost broke through.

Among the other palace maids, some had resentful expressions on their faces when they first arrived, but now their expressions change faster than anyone else, and they even take pride in this status, which is really sigh-worthy.

The profoundness of the Heavenly Palace can be seen from this!
"A glimpse of a part reveals the whole picture; a single leaf reveals the depths of autumn; once you have seen the catalpa tree, where will the branches come from..."

In the deepest part of the Taoist temple, chaotic waterfalls cascaded down, and the hazy sound of Tao resounded throughout the area. Yan Ming opened and closed his eyes, looked up at the sun, holding an ancient scripture in his hand, and his whole body exuded a faint natural breath. The fragrance of plants and trees filled his face, filling this pure land.

During this period of time, he has been studying the scriptures sent by Beidou's subordinates, which are the handwritten notes written by Emperor Hengyu in his later years, and are from Princess Yudie of the ancient Anping Kingdom in Zhongzhou.

Ever since Yan Ming attained enlightenment in Taixuan, he has had a special liking for the Taoist tradition of wood, and naturally he would not give up the ancient emperor's insights in this original work.

After the divine thought was transmitted, one of his subordinates quickly went and packed up the people and the scriptures and sent them to the Ziwei Star Region.

The above records are very complicated, including flowers, birds, fish, insects, ancient medicine cultivation... There are so many things that can please my heart and soul, and sharpen my mind.

Yan Ming seemed to be sitting on the coffin of the ancient tea tree in meditation these days, but in fact his spirit had left his body and was walking in the human world. Now that his mind had returned, he had just woken up.

"This kind of Tao is too difficult to enter, and it is indifferent to the world..." Yan Ming whispered. He did not immerse himself in it completely, but tried to comprehend the book from the perspective of the wood of the Five Elements, and gained some insights.

During this period of time, he did a lot of things, including refining stars into formations, constructing the Purple Star Array, laying out plans outside the domain, building temples, and establishing the belief in the Human Emperor, and becoming a descendant of Zhang Taiyin.

I've also sent people to track down the heir of the Way of Human Desire. The Goddess Furnace should be on the way now...

"My mind is too complicated. This ancient book cannot be completed in a short period of time. However, perhaps it can make some changes in me." Yan Ming's black hair was loose, and his fingers were like swords. He carved his own name in the void, like a silver hook and iron painting, and even divine flames ignited.

The word "Yan Ming" has the same meaning as "Yan", which means too much fire. As the ancient books say, solitary yang cannot grow long. This name is not conducive to the practice of wood Taoism.

"Perhaps, I should choose a word to suppress the fire in my heart..." Yan Ming began to deduce the secrets of heaven. With his previous practice of the secret of words, his soul had already reached the sky. Coupled with the mysterious ancient spells of the mythological era, he could call himself a saint of deduction.

The next moment, Yan Ming suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, and looked towards another palace.

"boom!"

From an ancestral palace located beside the Sun Lake, a majestic sun burst out, tumbling into the sky. Thousands of strands of the sun's holy power surged, and a sacred aura filled the air.

A crying sound was heard from a secret room. It was a baby with a golden forehead. The moment it was born, there was a sound of great Dao, like three thousand gods and demons chanting scriptures, and the eternal blue sky was shaken.

"The Body of the Sun God!" The Fire Crow Commander who was ordered to guard here was shocked. He took the child in the first place and carefully nurtured him with his divine power.

This is a rare divine bloodline. Born extraordinary, it absorbs and exhales the essence of life and absorbs the essence of God into the body from birth.

More importantly, there was imperial light flowing in his immortal platform. It was the pattern of the ultimate way, transforming into the supreme immortal treasure, and was nurtured in this child's body.

"Which is stronger, the moon or the sun..." A vast celestial sound echoed in the ancient Ziwei star field and resounded in the dark universe.

Yang Ting stands, and the immortal scripture comes out!
(End of this chapter)