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

Chapter 122 The Path of Six Desires
According to the theory of the five elements, wood gives birth to fire, and fire gives birth to earth. This is the natural law of the universe.

The flames of the ancient universe took root in the skin of the immortal, and gave rise to a mass of 'immortal soil', or it would be more appropriate to say 'demon soil'. This soil can devour the blood and energy of all spirits, nourish itself, and make it extremely sacred.

After devouring the remains of the Immortal Emperor, Yuan Emperor, and Tai Emperor in succession, the ancient universe fairy soil underwent extremely special changes.

From Yan Ming's perspective, he could clearly see that Huolin'er's body was regenerating its spirit at an unimaginable speed. The body of the headless woman was glowing, and strands of blood were blooming with immortal radiance!
The divine substance in the fairy soil flowed out and wrapped her completely. Later, she actually grew a new head, which was beautiful, with skin as white as snow and long eyelashes. She looked like she was sleeping, with a "soul" dancing in her.

"A new spirit is born from the old body..."

Yan Ming stared at this scene in trance, and was really surprised that the ball of fairy fire played the role of the "origin ancient artifact", and this time the one chosen was the daughter of the ancient Qilin Emperor.

However, he only cut off most of Huo Lin'er's body, and the most crucial head was not there, but it did not affect the process of "nurturing the soul".

"It's really against the will of heaven." Lian Yanming couldn't help but sigh, and instantly realized the value of the fairy soil. It did not belong to this broken ancient world and was much more precious than the elixir of immortality, fairy gold, and divine fire.

The Earth is known as a place for nurturing souls, and it can form a reincarnation seal in the shortest time, but compared with the ancient universe's fairy soil, the two are not at the same level at all.

Can this special substance resurrect the dead?
Can it influence the number of resurrected beings? Is the Ancient Universe's Immortal Soil selecting those with potential, or is it just random selection?

If we follow this logic, will Yuan Huang and Tai Huang also reappear in the future, be revived by the immortal fire of time, and give birth to new spirits from their broken imperial bodies, just like the evil spirit in the Holy Cliff, which was transformed from the arm of the ancient emperor of the Immortal Mountain.

Another example is the magic well deep in the ancient Starry Sky Road, where the Holy Spirit's palm gave rise to a white lotus...

Yan Ming's thoughts were in turmoil, and he pondered for a long time before setting out on his journey home.

The battle continues, and it is time to break this broken fire spirit body.

In the Sun Palace of Holy Cliff, a man was waiting here early.

"You're back." An Miaoyi's tone was surprisingly gentle, her beautiful eyes were shining with a strange light, and her delicate face was shining with the glow of motherhood. Her belly was not visible, but her temperament had changed greatly.

"Ah."

Yan Ming looked at her quietly, a smile appeared on his sharp face, and he nodded, not thinking about anything else.

During this period of time, he has been running fast day and night, fighting fiercely with many heroes. At this moment, his body is about to come to an end. It may be ten days or half a month before his fire body collapses.

"Let me lean on you."

Yan Ming was half lying on the jade couch, without even taking off his robe, his mind empty, enjoying a moment of peace.

As if she could see the man's fatigue, An Miaoyi sat quietly beside him, acting as a pillow. The maid on the other side hurried over to serve him. She held Yan Ming's boots in her pair of white jade hands, carefully took off his shoes and socks, and put his feet in place.

Someone lit an incense burner to help people sleep, and soon the sandalwood curled up, making the hall hazy and shrouded in a wonderful state.

Like the soft hair of a lover, like the milk in the hands of a baby, everything makes people subconsciously relax, both physically and spiritually.

A pillow of frankincense, dreams from dawn to dusk!

Yan Ming's consciousness finally fell into a deep sleep, and he fell asleep. He dreamed of a butterfly flying across the ocean, but it could never reach the end.

After an unknown amount of time, he dreamed of a silver dragon, a holy spirit born from the innate divine thunder.
The power of the nine heavens is under my control! The sky is unstoppable, and the thunder of the sky is alternating!
A nine-mysterious silver thunder took shape from the thunder pool, and a dragon roared at the sun, moon, and stars. At that time, myriad thunders vibrated, and all kinds of strange phenomena appeared. The great perfect thunder spirit was born according to the will of heaven and earth, and its magic was immeasurable.

Mysterious Thunder Finger!
Mysterious Thunder Palm!
Nine Heavens Thunder!

This is the forbidden magical power when Lei Ling was born. The calamity is immeasurable, and the laws of the imperial way are generated on their own, making him one of the supreme beings.

In an instant, Yan Ming experienced the life of the ancient silver dragon. After the Thunder Spirit was fully developed, he was still polishing the Dao Fruit. A terrible fluctuation came from the outside world. It was the calamity of becoming a Dao. There were creatures striking across the sky and the earth, sweeping away all the calamity light, and forcefully proving the Dao!

With the existence of Yuan Huang, this innate thunder spirit seems a little unfortunate and does not rule the world, but from another perspective, this is his luck.

Because that person attained enlightenment too quickly and had no grudge against him, otherwise the Ancient Emperor would have had another record of killing a Holy Spirit.

"Without sufficient combat experience, what can we use to fight against the winner of the Emperor Road?" Yan Ming sighed lightly. He was not optimistic that Lei Ling could win the position of Tianxin Fruition. From the mythological era to the present, many supreme beings have a record of killing great holy spirits.

The lineage of Tyrant Body can be seen in the book "Blocking Heaven". In the mythological era, there was a Tyrant Body that was extremely amazing. He had killed a true God King Body and killed the Supreme Saint of the Holy Spirit. He inherited part of the Taoist tradition of the ancient Tianzun. (Chapter 1351 of "Blocking Heaven")
There is also the Demon King Xue Yueqing, who also killed the ancestor of the divine body, the great holy spirit, the evil god from outside the domain, swept across the enemies in all directions, and had a night that shocked the world and made ghosts cry before he achieved enlightenment.

"This feeling, the dream is over?" Thinking of this, Yan Ming's eyes were empty, as if there was also such a night. After escaping from Lei Ling's memory, he began to be unable to distinguish between illusion and reality. He saw many people in front of him, An Miaoyi, Yan Ruyu, Zixia, Weiwei, Ye Tong and others.

That night, he slaughtered countless enemies, as if he had returned to his youth. His desires were endless, and he couldn't sleep all night. His blood was boiling, as if it was on fire, and he couldn't calm down...

Why was King Zhou crazy about Daji?

Why did King You of Zhou light beacons to trick the princes in order to win a smile from Bao Si?

Why was Sangui so angry for his beloved?

Why would a peerless god like Ning Fei be criticized by later generations of forum friends as the number one bootlicker in "Zha Tian"?

It’s nothing, just heart-beating!

"Don't say Ning Fei is crazy, there are people who are even crazier than Ning Fei..." Yan Ming's eyes became clearer, and he inexplicably felt an urge to give everything for the beauty.

Fortunately, this was a dream, and all kinds of emotions were free, and he returned to the state of ancient sages.

Love is indeed ridiculous.

"It's simply for the so-called self-satisfaction." Yan Ming murmured, cutting off the emotional ties in his heart and refining them in an instant.

Whether in dreams or in reality, he will never become a slave to his heart.

Even when facing the innate tide rhyme holy body!

"You are seducing me and enslaving me." Looking at the beautiful girl lying on the bed with her beautiful body, Yan Ming said calmly, as if he could see through the woman's heart and would never be controlled by her.

Alcohol and sex are detrimental to the mind. He doesn't like alcohol, so now the only hidden danger left is this one around him.

"I only wish to serve you..."

An Miaoyi's eyes were slightly red, she lowered her head and moaned softly, hugged the waist of the person next to her, and shook it gently, almost shaking Yan Ming's soul away.

Yan Ming was unable to resist the surging pillow talk and was defeated. He was intoxicated in the gentle embrace and made promises one after another.

"Our child will be the crown prince of the Sun Heaven Palace...

"Miaoyi seems to have any relatives still alive? With her parents gone, only her branches remain... all of them were granted fiefdoms and became princes of the Central Region.

"You say no? Bitch! How can you refuse what the king has given me? Take me out and give me thirty thousand sticks."

"Beg for mercy!? Even if you beg me, I won't let you go!"

After a period of tender entanglement and close contact, the enthusiasm of the newlyweds faded away. Yan Ming recalled what he had said and finally understood what gentleness meant.

"The body of a beautiful woman in her twenties is as soft as butter...the sword of desire cuts the body, the sword of love cuts the heart...it cannot be underestimated." He said to himself and smiled again. The promises made in the dream world were not counted.

Yan Ming was very familiar with the power of dreams, and at this moment he had already discovered the pulsation of the space in front of him. This was clearly the condensation of the terrifying principles of dreams.

If it were true, he would not be so indulged in lust. After all, An Miaoyi was pregnant. Even if he wanted to, he would not be so impatient, as there were so many maids around him.

"A journey of refining the mind, wanting me to retrace my steps, but all this is simply my daily life, and it has happened so many times in reality..." Yan Ming continued walking in the dream world.

Soon, he saw the second person, and the power of the six desires erupted again.

When it was Yan Ruyu's turn, Yan Ming saw that she was a little hesitant, but with that touching expression, it was clear that she was reluctant but also willing, and she became more and more eager.

"The flowers bloom on two branches, each with its own unique beauty."

Although Yan Ming was reciting poems and composing couplets, his claws were not like those of a gentleman. He rubbed Yan Ruyu so hard that she frowned, and there was clearly a look of pain on her face...

(End of this chapter)