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

Chapter 112: No Need to Honor My Ancestors, I Will Surpass Them

Outside the ancient palace, thousands of ravines collapsed, the ancient emperor's remaining formation broke apart, the past glory came to an end, and only dead silence remained.

In the past, no one dared to set foot here, but now many footprints are left here. Nothing is left in the sunken veins of the earth. Even the sacred peak and the sacred lake have been ruined. The underground dragon energy has been taken away by the Saint of Yuandao, turning this place into a desperate situation, leaving only desolation and extinction.

More than one ancient ancestor came here, and in the end, even members of the ancient royal family came in person to investigate and find out what was going on.

The fall of King Feng and the destruction of Ancient Emperor Mountain, two such major events that happened in a short period of time shocked the Northern Territory and shocked the whole world. It was impossible for the ten major royal families and a number of ancient royal ancestors to not pay attention.

"Buzz!"

The air was filled with mist and the cry of a phoenix shook the heavens. A strong man from Blood Phoenix Mountain appeared, with a flash of red cloud between his eyebrows. A weapon as red as blood - a phoenix-wing gilded halberd emerged, causing the eternal blue sky to roar.

"The Immortal Emperor, known as the supreme being of the ancient gods, I didn't expect that even his inheritance would disappear..." The Nine Phoenix King's eyes flickered, and he stood in the ruins, feeling an inexplicable chill in his spine, feeling inexplicably creepy, and his whole body was cold.

He felt a special ancient imperial power. A great confrontation had once broken out here, and there was lingering aura of the five-colored fairy phoenix. As a fellow phoenix, they were extremely sensitive to this kind of mark.

“Even with the Ancient Emperor’s soldiers, you were defeated? They were wiped out without a trace… This kind of method only a quasi-emperor could use.” A shadow shrouded in chaotic energy uttered an extremely ancient and vicissitudes of life voice. The ancestor of the Blood Phoenix Clan appeared, his eyes deep as he looked at the empty Ancient Emperor’s Palace.

"Unfortunately, it seems that the strong man of the immortal lineage encountered an accident and did not seal himself down." Another voice came, as if it came from across the heavens.

This was a bloody disaster. A royal family disappeared out of thin air, and the ancestor king and the emperor's son disappeared without a trace, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

Is it the fire spirit on the Holy Cliff? Or is it an ancient being that has never appeared in the human race?
"Whichever possibility it is, it shows how terrifying the person behind the scenes is. There is more than one Quasi-Emperor in the world..."

At this point, the void became quiet, without any sound, and the several blurry figures disappeared.

The golden god tree is fragrant, and petals sway in the sky, falling like snow, creating a dazzling scene.

This is a field of exotic spiritual roots, all covered with lush kumquats, richly fragrant, with snow-white jade flowers hanging among the green leaves, refreshing the heart. Some of them even produce crystal clear tender fruits, shaped like big bells, absorbing and spitting out the sun's essence in the depths of the holy cliff, becoming increasingly blazing.

Yan Ming and Jiang Taixu sat around a stone table under an ancient tree, savoring tea and wine, feeling quite relaxed. Not long after, Yang Yi found their place and joined them.

The changes in the Northern Territory were just as Yan Ming had expected. With the incident of the Emperor's Prince, the ancient myriad races became turbulent. The royal families such as the Valley of Gods and the Blue Demon Clan once again kept a low profile, staging a chameleon drama.

And this only left a trace of the breath of the Immortal Imperial Soil!
The pot of divine soil enshrined in Shengya is of extremely high status. It is the ashes left by the flame of the ancient universe that burned the human skin of the Immortal Emperor. It has integrated some of the characteristics of the immortal medicine in the process and has special magical properties.

"It's time to collect nutrients for the imperial soil." Yan Ming's pupils turned black, and his thoughts were far away until he was called back by Jiang Taixu, and he looked at him with clear eyes.

"You haven't reached the Saint King stage yet?"

"The body is just a facade of cultivation, and divine power is just the superficial light of the great way! I have a thought that can kill gods and ghosts, and suppress demons and refine monsters. That's enough." Yan Ming said. The Golden Crow King beside him should perhaps ask the Golden Crow Saint to come forward, offer the ancient divine wine stored in the cellar, and surrender.

Among the kings of Ziwei, the old golden crow of the Fusang Divine Tree Kingdom was tempered by the divine fire and luckily survived. Driven by the source of Tao, he became a saint and became one of the top masters in the Holy Cliff.

"Daoyou's body shape seems similar to that of the Golden Crow. Did the two races have any connection in the past?" Yang Yi asked. She was really curious about this. She felt a familiar aura from the ancient Golden Crow, similar to Yan Ming.

"This ancient universe contains the imprints of some powerful beings from the past. When the innate fire spirit is first conceived, it may follow the form of an ancient invincible being."

Yan Ming explained that there was no need to conceal such information, and frankly admitted that his ancestors included the Lihuo Suzaku and the Sun Golden Crow. According to inference, there were even Candle Dragons and Fire Phoenixes, as well as similar human-shaped fire spirits.

The extant Golden Crows' original ancestors could be the First Fire Spirits, or perhaps a regressive crow. Beyond their similarities, they don't share much in common; the two are vastly different. With a slight shift in perspective, they could serve as subordinates.

"In the ancient ancestral land of the Holy Spirit, there were several great holy spirits and imperial fire spirits. It is hard to imagine how glorious it was during its heyday." Jiang Taixu said, who had once mourned the fall of two great fire spirits.

"We all hope so. This moon once shone on the ancients, but people today cannot see the ancient moon. The glory of our ancestors belongs to the ancient times. In this life, we have to walk our own path." Yan Ming shook his head. He did not have much sense of belonging to the Holy Spirit's ancestral land. He was considered a descendant of the Imperial Fire Spirit.

It is hard to say whether it is right or wrong to sacrifice the blood of the direct ancestor for the entire clan, but at least he has no right to blame.

If the other party had not died, not a drop of blood would have been shed on the Immortal Mountain. Would he still be here now?
"One family has three supreme beings. The ancient royal families in the Northern Territory only had one enlightened ancestor, but now they rely on the Great Sage and the ancient royal soldiers to stir up the world." Yang Yi's eyes were cold. She had just gone to Yaochi and learned some information.

The Taoist tradition left by the Western Emperor has been threatened several times by the ancient clan in the past few years. During one of the attacks, the Ancestral King proposed to trade with the Stone King, but almost took action after being rejected. If the Fairy Tears Green Gold Pagoda had not appeared at the critical moment, the time of the war might have been advanced.

In the end, there was no explanation for this matter because the other party came from the Chaos Dragon Nest and had a high status. Even the top leaders of Yao Chi dared not speak out.

"That group of ancient purple dragons, believing they have the true blood of their ancestors, are quite unruly." Jiang Taixu shook his head.

"There is no need to glorify my ancestors, I will surpass them!" Yan Ming said calmly, the royal blood flowing in his body was not very strong.

But so what?

No matter what the enemy was like, he had only one thought: to destroy the soul invisibly and in the space-time of Slash-Paku. The way of the spirit gave him the confidence to remain calm.

At this moment, Yan Ming seemed to resonate with those giant souls in the long river of time. He was indifferent and sharp, and he really had an invincible momentum.

These words made the blood boil for the young men serving nearby, and they felt the confidence and pride.

"There is no need to glorify my ancestors, I will... surpass them!" Especially Ye Fan, he recited that sentence silently, the golden blood in his body surged, almost bursting out, there was excitement and sadness in it, thinking of the past of the ancient ancestor of the holy body on the top of the mountain.

The dark years of Shengya's past, the miserable old age, and the great holy body that was killed until all the blood was shed!
This hatred can be avenged even after a hundred or a thousand generations!
"My blood is flawless, and its energy spreads throughout the universe. I will achieve great success, reach the end of the path to the Holy Body, and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sages of all ages." Ye Fan vowed in his heart, with a deep desire to climb to a higher realm...

The Yao Chi Conference will start in one day. The outside is already filled with powerful people, and all the heroes have appeared. Even a large number of masters from various ancient tribes have come.

In fact, since a week ago, the divine bells of Yaochi Holy Land had been ringing daily, signaling the arrival of beings of high status, worthy of public welcome. However, the human race remained in a state of embarrassment. Aside from a few manifested Slashing Dao Kings, no one had emerged who could control the situation.

The situation only improved slightly when the Northern Territory's greatest bandit appeared. The old immortal's aura was terrifying, truly radiating divine might. Combined with the Great Saint Weapon within him, he temporarily stabilized the world.

On this day, there was another commotion outside Yaochi. A blazing golden light flashed across the sky, and the God Valley Clan arrived. Several people lined up side by side, led by an ancestor king. The clan appeared again, with murderous intent, and swept through the crowd.

"A semi-saint, no, very strong, almost crossing that line, but ultimately failing to achieve full sainthood." The Ancient Ancestral King of the Valley of the Gods had a cold expression on his face as he looked down at the old immortal and said, "In a few decades, you will be qualified to stand on equal footing with us, but the tide of time is irreversible. If you come alone, you will only be slaughtered."

Many human cultivators present were silent. The old immortal, who was placed with high hopes, had not truly stepped into the realm of the ancient sages and could not compete with the ancient ancestor king. This was a sad fact. Relatively speaking, the human race really had no masters who could intimidate others.

Especially among the crowd in the Valley of Gods, the genius of the Beiyuan Wang family was also among them, communicating with the young master of the ancient clan. This scene made many people silent.

The Wang family's Dao-Slayer sided with the human race, but the prodigy, known as the reincarnation of the Ancient Emperor, sided with the Primordial Clan, highlighting the divisions within the human race. In a crisis where even unity is difficult, is there any hope for this conference?

"Teng'er, why is this so?"

Wang Lie conveyed his dissatisfaction with the family's Qilin'er's appearance at this time. It was too easy for him to become the target of public criticism, and it would also have a great impact on the reputation of the family and Wang Teng personally.

"This is not my wish, but the situation is this way. I am valued by the Ancestral King of the Valley of Gods, so I have no choice but to come."

After hearing Wang Teng's explanation, Wang Lie immediately understood and looked at the other woman on the chariot. This woman might be a good match for Teng'er.

If the Wang family can marry into the ancient clan, they can be safe for a hundred years. By that time, Teng'er will rise and there will be nothing to worry about.

"Fellow Daoist from the Wang family of Beiyuan, why don't you come over for a meeting? Your family's Qilin child is indeed amazing, and his future is limitless." A semi-saint from the Valley of Gods invited him and attached great importance to the Wang family.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Wang Lie, the great king of the Wang family, was caught in a dilemma. Finally, he had no choice but to get angry and boarded the chariot of the Valley of Gods, which instantly caused a commotion. There were boos from all around, some in disbelief, some in grief, and they all looked at the two generations of the Wang family, one old and one young. Many people were almost petrified.

If Wang Teng cannot represent the Wang family, this person is completely different. His choice represents the choice of the ancient family in Beiyuan.

"Rape!"

"The so-called reincarnation of the Ancient Emperor also wants to curry favor with the ancient royal family? It's really ridiculous."

Some young monks had tears in their eyes, feeling that the sky was falling. Even the elites had made such a choice. Was there still hope for the human race?

If they can’t even cross the Valley of Gods, how can they fight against the ancient royal family? The human race’s religions may fall into their darkest hour.

"He who knows the current affairs is a hero. It is really appropriate to promote the friendship between the two families." The only surviving ancestor king present nodded, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

The order from that lord has now been completed halfway, only the other half remains.

"In ancient times, the human race was only able to live in a remote corner and had problems protecting itself. It was food for many powerful races. But now it occupies 90% of the Beidou area. This is a way to bring disaster." The people of the Blue Demon Clan came, and a King of the Slashing Dao was very powerful. He said such excessive words in public, and he was fearless.

"Yes, in the past when myriad races coexisted and kings competed for supremacy, the human race would sometimes seek shelter and dependence from powerful races. We are just a small and insignificant race." The Half-Saint of the Valley of Gods added.

"Today is no longer ancient times!" a saint lord roared.

"Hmph, it's indeed not the ancient times anymore, but now all our tribes have awakened, and the great sage of the ancient tribe has issued a decree that the order of Beidou should be restored!" The people of the Valley of Gods sneered coldly, looking down on the helmsman of Daoyi Holy Land from a high position.

"My clan also has a Heavenly King and a Great Sage, but they are hard to appear." Someone in the crowd was indignant and said in a voice transmission.

"who is it!"

Zi Tiandu, the young master of the Valley of Gods, said in a cold voice. As he spoke, purple symbols intertwined and turned into divine light, locking onto someone in the field, making it difficult for him to hide.

The person whose box was opened turned pale, having no idea that the Valley of Gods had such a method.

"A rat, hiding its head and showing its tail!" Zi Tiandu said with a look of contempt and indifference. "You don't know how high the heavens are. Those people you mentioned are long gone. Even if they were still alive, they would not be a match for the Great Saint of the Ancient Clan. Your so-called descendants of the Great Emperor are definitely no match for the Ancient Royal Family. What qualifications do you have..."

"Insanity!"

A scolding interrupted Zi Tiandu's voice.

This is a young man dressed in white, very thin, with long white hair down to his waist, a lotus seal between his eyebrows, and a band of fire swirling around his body. He appeared from the void.

His eyes were very special. There was a faint red thread in his eyes, which condensed into fire jade, which was captivating. His style was too outstanding, but the murderous aura was too strong, which destroyed his natural charm.

"There are no heroes nowadays, so this brat becomes famous! A jumper dares to bark here and is worthy of slandering the emperor of the human race!" Jiang Yifei's voice was cold. As soon as he appeared, he confronted the Valley of Gods, which immediately caused a chaos. Many cultivators rushed over and watched from a distance.

A person's reputation is like the shadow of a tree. Now Jiang Yifei's fame is known all over the world, which surprises many people. Not everyone has seen him, and they all want to see what he looks like.

"The ancestor of Hengyu cannot be insulted!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they swept across the world like a storm. Both the human race and the ancient race changed color. The former were overjoyed and their morale was boosted, while the latter were suppressed in their offensive and were shocked and angry. They never expected that a creature from the Holy Cliff would jump out.

Even the ancestor king of the Valley of Gods frowned, finding it tricky.

"Jiang Yifei of the Ancient Jiang Family, I know you." Zi Tiandu sneered, his face filled with indifference, unable to maintain his dignity. He said, "Our ancestor king has come in person. The human race has only produced a semi-saint. He is not qualified to be on equal footing with us..."

"If I kill you, you'll know whether you're qualified or not."

Jiang Yifei's eyes were bloodshot as he stepped forward. His footsteps seemed to tread on the hearts of the people, rhythmically moving in all directions and thrilling...

(End of this chapter)