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

Chapter 125: Life and Death, Death and Life

In the Yuanxu Realm, the black sun and the blood moon stand side by side, with clouds and mist, and countless rays of light!
"boom!"

The vast fog was surging, not only confined to the Yuanxu Realm, but also overflowing to the outside world. The golden light was surging, and the rune imprints unique to the Holy Spirit lineage were condensed into a mysterious yellow, leveraging the field here. Auspicious colors were like waterfalls, and the golden threads suspended in the air turned into the golden sun, emitting bursts of rosy light, which was extremely crystal clear and sacred.

Yan Ming sat cross-legged, his bones rapidly melting away, and strands of blue mist flowed around him like a net, trapping him.

This is the shackles of the Quasi-Emperor, which can be used to confer the title of Saint, but at this moment it was shaken. A silver dragon roared, its scales were eerie, and it was carrying a dazzling innate lightning. The power of heaven's calamity bloomed vigorously and bombarded the green leaf chain. In an instant, divine light rolled, and the traces of the avenue continued to surge.

"Hey!"

Crystal clear golden blood flowed down, and Yan Ming's body trembled in extreme pain, because at this time the remnants of the quasi-emperor seeped in and released true energy, and bursts of thunder suddenly erupted in his body.

He did not stop the shattering of his body, allowing his torso to explode and bleed profusely. If an ordinary creature suffered such an injury, 99% of them would die instantly.

In one breath, the limbs collapsed!

Ten breaths, destruction penetrates into the lungs!

In fifteen breaths, the cracks reached the forehead bone!
After twenty breaths, his head seemed to be covered with blood-red spider webs, which was shocking. Only his right eye was clear, and he was enduring the severe pain.

With a slight sound, annihilation came, and Yan Ming's physical body collapsed. He was destroyed by the fire spirit body that had been nurtured by heaven and earth for tens of thousands of years. Only a bit of immortal divinity was left. The light of the catastrophe illuminated the heavens. As his pupils turned, he didn't know how many stars were ruined, withered, and dying.

When you live, you die, when you die, you live!
If you want to live, you must first die!
This is a terrifying process. It seems that one can see Yan Ming walking on the bridge of life and death. If he takes a wrong step, he will fall into the abyss.

Give up everything and step into an unspeakable realm!

It was not because of the bitter fruit caused by the Quasi-Emperor Dao Mark, but because he took the initiative to put himself in danger. The backup plan left by the Taoist outside the domain actually became his help at this moment.

The sea was surging, the obsidian in the sky was glowing, and a wisp of faint fire was also flowing down, participating in it.

This world seemed to be carrying out an ancient sacrifice, and the main offering this time was Yan Ming's body.

This is a most special state. Yan Ming felt his soul go cold and really saw the shadow of death waiting for him not far away.

"I want to emulate the ancient sages..." He said to himself, with a persistent pursuit of the Tao in his eyes. He would not regret it even if he died nine times. This was beyond all desires.

At this moment, Yan Ming was wandering between life and death. He thought of the soul imprint left by Jiang Taixu. He taught him the insights that the other party had before his transformation without reservation, but at the same time also warned him that this path could not be replicated. Once he went wrong, there would be no chance of salvation.

"Life, death... Konoha, sprouting is life, falling to the ground is death, and the process in between is the life of Konoha."

With the deathly aura spreading everywhere, Yan Ming officially stepped into the realm of life and death. One step brought him life, and another step brought him death. Everything that belonged to him was rapidly withering away, not only his blood, flesh, and bones, but even his soul was fading and withering.

In the process of seeking death, various insights came to his mind. Yan Ming immersed himself in them, realizing the coldness and horror of death.

In a trance, he seemed to have turned into the Golden Crow of Fire Dao in the ancient times, achieving great perfection against the will of heaven, triggering the catastrophe of enlightenment to rule the world, fighting against the chaotic body of the devil, and going mad in the bloody battle.

Even if only one eye is left, I will still fight and control the ups and downs of time!

The next moment, he turned into an old man with a thin body and white hair, sitting silently in an ancient place, waiting for death to come.

The essence of his divine body has been exhausted, his lifespan has dried up, and even his blood has almost been lost. At this time, it seems that nothing can prevent his death.

Even he himself thinks so!
However, at the moment of life and death, he suddenly opened his eyes, and recalled his wife, children and old friends in his mind. A strong desire surged from the deepest part of his body, like a burning immortal lamp, illuminating the lilies in his body, expelling death and restoring his holiness!

"I want to survive and see them again, I really want to..." This was Jiang Taixu's cry, accompanied by blood and tears, supporting his broken body that was unable to transform.

"I want to continue chasing the Dao, witness the immortal path of longevity, clash with the Supreme Being, and strike at the Bronze Immortal Palace... This is my inner desire!"

Yan Ming muttered to himself, “There is no self, no things.” His heart became increasingly peaceful. Galaxies appeared outside his body one after another. Worlds were being born, flourishing, declining, and decaying...

At the end of the world, death is the destination of everything!

In the haze, a faint voice sounded. Yan Ming, with his black hair disheveled, stepped forward step by step. His mind was constantly enlightened. The golden pupils of the Dao Jie that supported his primordial spirit body glowed, engraving the trajectory of the Dao in the Yuanxu Realm.

Suddenly, the pile of broken bones shattered further, undergoing a profound transformation as the Quasi-Emperor Law entered his body. Within the shattered golden blood, the source of the Dao was completely shattered. The extremely rich Dao spirit roared, and divine traces flowed, allowing Yan Ming to clearly see the Dao of Death.

At this moment, boundless death energy was roaring and surrounding him. The fire of his soul was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

In the last moments of his life, Yan Ming's soul fell into a special state. The divine ban unfolded naturally, and various principles and methods were rapidly improved, reaching an old limit.

This is... a flashback!
"Have I killed myself?" Yan Ming smiled. Even in the face of death, he remained calm. There was no hysteria or madness, only the depth of the starry sky.

It was the Tao that defeated him!
He failed to see through the ultimate of death and could not be reborn. Such an ending is regrettable, but no one can be blamed.

"Among the three thousand emperors throughout the ages, how many of them are on the path to immortality?" Yan Ming sighed softly, gaining a deeper understanding of the immortal path in the mortal world. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him the immortal of life and death.

One step determines life or death, and one must take at least six steps in a row without dying to produce special changes. Combined with the elixir of immortality and the Eight Steps in the Red Dust, one can remain immune to the passage of time and possess the characteristics of a true immortal and immortal.

The ninth step is the ultimate sublimation, comparable to the quasi-immortal king.

"Even beings like the Three Heavenly Lords and the Azure Lotus Immortal King were defeated, so it seems reasonable that I didn't go over. However, I felt unwilling that I couldn't even take the first step..." Yan Ming's eyes opened and closed, and at the last moment, the secret of the first word operated autonomously, allowing him to see many people.

There are relatives, old friends, and enemies.

Holy Cliff is still the same as before and is developing rapidly. Ye Tong has entered the Taoist Palace and will soon be able to collect the Sun Immortal Scripture and make the Sun Heaven Palace worthy of its name.

Beside the Qilin Divine Medicine, Jiang Tingting experienced a slight regression of her imperial blood. She suddenly realized the immortal platform, and the Taiyin Law spread. The black cliff where she belonged was instantly covered with snow. The six-sided snowflakes like black jade fluttered, making the beautiful girl on the top of the mountain look extremely graceful.
Suddenly, Yan Ming stopped and looked at a source of life outside the domain.

There, a Taoist priest was performing a ritual on the altar, holding a thunder-struck sacred wooden sword in his hand. The true meaning of the wood way was revealed in his every move, with runes intertwined and the vacuum imprinted.

He was casting an ancient curse to nail his enemy to death. The willow figurine on the altar was engraved with Yan Ming's name.

"Is this... Taoist Mingde?" Yan Ming saw the other party's intention, but the two words "Ao Sheng" on the villain's body were a bit glaring, which made him smile faintly.

He was seeking death, and now when he was about to die, he didn't expect that one of his past enemies was also seeking death!

"My path is not alone." Yan Ming said.

As long as Ao Sheng from the chaotic ancient era still has a trace of Taoism left in the nine heavens and ten earths, the other party will face unimaginable backlash.

Now it depends on whether Emperor Huang Tian can completely eliminate all traces of Ao Sheng.

After the Taoist priest finished his ritual, he stabbed the willow wood sword into the villain's body. The runes with Ao Sheng's name shattered, and a special aura spread in the dark.

"what!"

The next moment, the Taoist cried out, as if he had encountered an unbearable weight. In an instant, blood splattered across the starry sky, and he fell into the palace complex. His disciples and grandchildren rushed over to support him, and chaos reigned all around...

Yan Ming watched this scene calmly, and caught a glimpse of the way of heaven in his perspective.

It was a huge hand, illusory and transparent, yet it contained an awe-inspiring divine power, so ancient that it was unimaginable, as if it did not belong to this world.

It made a fleeting appearance, and was awakened by later generations for the first time, showing its brilliance.

Yan Ming nodded, not surprised. As expected, with Huang's pride, he would not take the enemies he killed seriously at all, and naturally would not go to the trouble of erasing all the past of the other party.

This world still retains some traces of Ao Sheng, which was when he crossed the boundary, stretched out his Dharma image, and killed Shi Hao, who was at the Ten Evils level.

"What is this?" A black golden crow landed on Yan Ming's shoulder and asked.

"One of the hands of Immortal King Ao Sheng's Dharma image once descended upon the nine heavens and ten earths." Yan Ming replied. At this moment, he was somewhat tolerant of Yin Wu, even though he had wanted to refine him to death before.

It’s different now. We will all die, and we will not be alone on the road to the underworld.

In my future reincarnation, perhaps this will be my cheap spare tire, with my mark all over my body.

"Ao Sheng... Immortal King... Does the Immortal Realm really exist?" Yin Wu's voice was a little dazed. It had been bound by Yan Ming. Although it could not get freedom, it also knew a lot of things.

Those special sacrificial ceremonies, the flames that touched its soul...

Even the Imperial Fire Spirit in its memory did not have that kind of power. If it had to name one that existed, it would only be an immortal who no longer existed in this world.

"In this world, there are immortal artifacts, so naturally there are immortals." Yan Ming gave the answer very straightforwardly. The other party and he were dependent on each other for life and death, and even the Imperial Fire Spirit had been stripped away. At this moment, there was no need to hide anything.

"Then why can't anyone become an immortal?"

“The world is damaged, and the fairyland is blocked. Only the fairy king and several quasi-fairy kings can break through the fairyland.”

"How can one become an Immortal King or a Quasi-Immortal King?"

"The Nine Heavens are broken and cannot attract immortals. Those who want to become an Immortal King must enter the Immortal Realm. Those with extraordinary talent must practice hard for a million years, and there may be a glimmer of hope."

Yin Wu fell silent. If one wants to become an immortal, he must enter the immortal realm.

To enter the fairyland, one must have multiple quasi-fairy kings or one fairy king, which is a deadlock that cannot be untied.

"Is there no other way?"

"Yes, like me, but I'm a little unlucky and am about to fall on this road." Yan Ming exhaled and a smile appeared on his face again.

After his death, his broken bones will enter the immortal soil and will return.

Although the 'he' at that time may not still be him, there are some obsessions that the other party cannot resist and must be completed.

This is cause and effect!
Just as he owed the Imperial Fire Spirit the cause of its creation.

It is also possible that he will not die. After all, he has offered sacrifices to the owner of the bronze coffin and should be considered an orthodox person from the plateau.

If it were to die so easily, it would be a shame to Elder Chen's Ancient Universe Flame.

"After knowing so much, I suddenly don't want to die anymore." Yin Wu sighed. His negative emotions had been refined by the Immortal-Slaying Gourd over the years. Now that he had returned to his true self, he felt melancholy and revealed a touch of complex human emotions.

"Are you really you, or are you the remnant of the Imperial Fire Spirit, and do you want to come back again?" Yan Ming asked, somewhat curious about this.

This dark golden crow has remained mysterious ever since he captured it.

The seventh level of cultivation of the Saint King, the Golden Crow origin of the Yinming series, the supreme Dharma eye in the left eye, and the devouring black flame after the transformation of the Pure Lotus Demon Fire.

"I inherited bits and pieces of his memories. They were not the stories of his later years as a powerful person, but his struggles when he was weak." Yin Wu told the truth.

It had been suppressed by Yan Ming before, but now facing death together, it became somewhat frank and did not care about past confrontations.

That young man had a very difficult life. His royal blood was unable to revive and he became a marginal figure in the royal family.

Even in the Holy Spirit Forbidden Zone, he still faces fierce competition. Only the best ones can stand out and gain the favor of the bigwigs.

Just like Jia Baoyu and Jia Cong in Dream of the Red Chamber, they are cousins ​​but their identities are very different and there is an insurmountable barrier between them.

"He once faced death, but he survived and was born into a new body, but he also lost some things..." Yin Wu said that the memory of the Imperial Fire Spirit it obtained was incomplete, and the key events involved were not clear.

Yan Ming grabbed it, not expecting that the other party was hiding something he didn't know.

He stared at Yin Wu's remaining dark eyes, his spiritual sense glowing, and he instantly understood that state of mind.

Pain, madness, despair, silence, killing...

"This is self-destruction. No wonder the last battle was so crazy..." Yan Ming frowned, then relaxed and exhaled.

Suddenly, his pupils froze. Although he was clearly standing at the end of death, an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart. In an instant, his breath suddenly changed. He realized another state of mind from the experience of the Fire Spirit: the ultimate death, and then a new life!
This is what is meant by putting oneself in a desperate situation in order to survive!
"So that's how it is..." He couldn't help laughing. Even though the death energy penetrated his soul and his deathly appearance was exposed, he still laughed.

He laughed crazier and crazier, and in the end, the entire Yuanxu world was filled with his laughter.

Just when Yan Ming's consciousness became empty, his soul began to transform into the Tao, and light rain flew across the sky!
"I am undefeated, I control life and death!"

His broken soul glowed, rising in ruins and reviving in extinction. One day, the ocean turned to dust, the thunder and lightning dried up, and that ray of fire once again approached the heart realm. The shackles of body and soul were opened, thus revealing a corner of the mystery.

A kind of substance was born in Yan Ming's body, which was immortal and indestructible. It was surrounded by the light of the primordial spirit and was immortal in the light rain of the Tao.

The palm is born and the fate is destroyed, only then can one die and be reborn!
Faintly, the sky and earth rumbled, and the sound of chanting was heard. Yan Ming began to transform, and was reborn with a drop of blood. The broken bones in his body began to grow, constantly reshape themselves, and emit precious light.

"The immortal body and the indestructible spirit are eternal, only my thoughts are eternal!"

Yan Ming shouted softly, a trace of Tao flashed in his eyes, his black hair danced wildly, his hands rotated rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, red clouds filled the air, and phantoms of true phoenixes emerged, flashing the true meaning of immortality, wrapping him up.

"boom!"

The secret divine chains with the word "zhe" intertwined, the blood was majestic, the true blood of the imperial fire spirit was completely stimulated, the golden crow runes were brilliant, like nectar, constantly washing his limbs and bones, the auspicious light flowed, wrapping him in it.

(End of this chapter)