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

Chapter 127 Imperial Bone, Female Kunpeng
"My right eye is the universe, and my left eye is the universe. Eyes like mine give birth to spatial power."

Yan Ming muttered to himself, feeling the new pupil technique and the imperial bone within him, which gave him an ancient and noble aura, as if he were an ancient god who had come across the long river of time.

In his right hand, an illusory dragon bone flashed by, with flashes of lightning and innate thunder patterns engraved on it, making it immortal.

In the center of the immortal platform, the golden bones of Daojie seem eternal, and the steaming Dao fire of the primordial spirit is like the sun, reflecting the light of the heavens, and complementing the purple gold lamp of the divine mark, stripping away the distractions and revealing the original heart.

With three soul bones in my body, I am blessed by the power of my ancestors!
Looking back, a four-colored flower withered, its inner essence consumed, and four divine leaves filled with the mist of water, wind, earth and fire hung down, flowing with traces of the Great Dao.

This is the Demon God Flower, which was exhausted in the process of breaking out of its cocoon and becoming a butterfly.

"I am the world!"

Yan Ming's eyes moved, and countless magical patterns spread into the void. The innate energy emerged spontaneously, ethereal and sacred, spreading an increasingly blazing light.

"The three great perfect holy spirits have all made me what I am..." Feeling the vast power in his body, Yan Ming's eyes were deep. He knew the meaning behind this. It was too rare. Ordinary people could hardly imagine such an opportunity.

There is a disaster of immortal bones in the perfect world!

The Taoist bones of the deceased are accompanied by obsessions, which will slowly transform a person, creating Wang Changsheng, Mu Changsheng, Qin Changsheng and others.

The sacral bone is both a gift and a shackle that restricts growth.

The three royal bones in his body were completely different, but they came from the same lineage. The moment they merged, there was no obstruction or difficulty at all. They were smooth and only tranquility and tightness remained. It was the deepest combination of blood and bones.

If we have to find an example, Yan Ming's current situation is more like the declining Holy Body family in the original timeline.

At the fiftieth level of the ancient human road, a great saint once perished.

That person suppressed the dark turmoil and walked towards the starry sky alone.

He had a premonition that the laws of heaven and earth would change drastically after the ancient times, and that the holy body would be difficult to maintain, so he left behind three jars of true blood, which would allow the holy bodies of future generations to defy fate and cross the four extreme chasms, while slowly increasing the blood concentration. His intentions were good.

Yan Ming obtained the two pieces of imperial bones from the Primitive Lake. After the Yuan Emperor's corpse was burned, all his resentment disappeared. He recognized the last descendant of the Holy Spirit's ancestral land and made him successful.

If it were someone else, let alone refining it, it would be difficult for them to even get close to it, and they would encounter the most terrifying killing by the supreme being.

A master of the imperial way cannot be insulted. Even if it is a broken body with murderous intent from his lifetime, a quasi-emperor needs to avoid it.

Just like the remains of Taihuang in the depths of the Immortal Palace, his descendants in the later generations of great saints in "The Great Saint" came with the Extreme Dragon Sword, crying and shouting, but they were unable to collect the corpse for their ancestor, leaving behind eternal sorrow. They were extremely violent and started a massacre in the Immortal Conference of All Races without any scruples.

He left behind the legend that "his life span is short and he has arrived with the ultimate imperial weapon."

As for the original Imperial Fire Spirit, the remnant of its spirit has not yet disappeared. Once it is activated and revived, the terrifying intention of killing everyone in the world and turning the world upside down will be difficult for even Yan Ming to resist. He will go half crazy and will not use it unless necessary.

However, the royal blood in his body benefited from the Fire Emperor Eye, another life, the Demon God Flower, and two pieces of the same Holy Spirit Dao Bones. All these conditions combined made Yan Ming's blood surge, comparable to the most elite blood of the ancient emperor's grandson, and he was only one step away from becoming the ancient emperor's daughter.

If the soul bones were used, that gap would be completely eliminated. At that time, a ferocious corner of the Great Perfection Holy Spirit from ancient times would reappear in the human world.

As for the strange visions and divine forms such as the Immortal Phoenix, Vermillion Bird, Obsidian, and Blood Moon, they are just icing on the cake. The most profound things are the three imperial soul bones, which change the bloodline and bones and lay the foundation for the supreme power.

In the past, outsiders thought that the strength displayed by Yan Ming was that of a quasi-emperor, and he had the potential to achieve great success. Putting aside the Doutian Fenxian Gong, this was indeed the case.

With the blood of ten generations of emperors, one can become a quasi-emperor and become a celestial being!
And now, a transformation has allowed him to completely shed his old self, and the disadvantages in his bones are gone forever. He can calmly look at all the geniuses in the Golden Age of the Great Ruler, and there will be no gap in basic values.

The great achievements of the Holy Spirit in the past were just a prospect, but now it is a reality. There is no youthful vigor anymore, only the calmness like the vast ocean.

"Who can fight me?"

A pair of golden eyes were imprinted on the ancient star domain. Yan Ming's black hair was loose, his mind was at peace, and he once again experienced the beauty of the divine ban. His energy and spirit were at the peak of his career and had never been so powerful.

Every time he raised his hands and feet, his whole body was in harmony with the heaven and earth, as if heaven and man had become one, and he was omnipotent. Even when facing the Great Sage, he remained calm.

Before this, he was able to defeat the Great Sage because he was brave and had faced powerful enemies all the way since he was born, never retreating.

Now, he was more calm and confident. Even relying on his Taoism, he could move the laws of the beginning and overlook an ancient star field. (Except Beidou)

"boom!"

Dreaming of a lingering butterfly, a ray of fairy light bloomed from Yan Ming's forehead, his soul left his body, breathing with the universe and moving in rhythm with the stars.

At this moment, he stopped in the realm of ancient sages, experiencing the primordial myriad phenomena, yin and yang, and the five energies.

A ray of gaze, looking through the past and present!

At this moment, no one knew how many creatures were alarmed on the ancient Beidou star, and Yan Ming saw many people.

The golden ancient Buddha on Mount Xumi in the Western Desert!

The gray-haired old woman from Kitahara Chengxian Cave!

The sick old man outside Longling in Zhongzhou!

The old Taoist who works hard in the Qinling Taoist sect!

There are also three great saints of the ancient clan... At this moment, all the peak sequences of the Big Dipper (except for the Life Forbidden Zone) cast their eyes over. Some nodded in greeting, some remained silent, and some sighed softly, all with different expressions.

The soul wanders in the void, and the thoughts move a certain area. This is a lost magical power from the mythological era. Yan Ming's mind is empty, and cause and effect are flowing in the fairyland.

A blade of grass cuts off the sun, moon and stars!

"This is its technique..."

Yan Ming sighed softly, realizing the secret. Over the long years, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass had discovered a way to walk the mortal world with its primordial spirit and experience the hustle and bustle of life. In the end, it developed a desire to reincarnate as a real living being.

No wonder, although this technique has been recorded, it does not exist in the world. Even the great saints of the ancient royal family are extremely unfamiliar with it. They are frightened when they see it and respond with the most solemn attitude.

This is a dream-level Taoist magic that can span light years and lock onto another human world.

Yan Ming is different from Jian Cao. He doesn't need to walk because he is already trapped in the world.

His hair fluttered, his eyes gleaming with the brightest starlight as he gazed toward a point beyond the domain. It was a majestic imperial star emanating purple energy. He could now slightly control the cosmic nodes of his soul's wandering.

A pure white fairy figure shot out from the sky, accompanied by a large amount of light rain. Along with the rhythm of time and space, it merged with the vast universe at an incredible speed.

It descended upon the Ziwei Star Region!

Use the mind of the primordial spirit to patrol an area!
At this moment, Yan Ming could truly be called the Lord of Ziwei Dou, the master of a domain, and he truly controlled the rise and fall of an ancient star domain.

From this perspective, all the mountains and seas of the Purple Star Domain are revealed. Somewhere in China, a man in tattered clothes, barefoot and with dry hair is walking in a famous city and ancient country. Passers-by all cover their noses and look down on this crazy beggar. However, this is a saint of the last Dharma, and his behavior is different from that of ordinary people.

Deep within Luzhou, a golden coffin, resplendent and ethereal, bears the fruit of a sage. Within lies a Taoist nun, her lips rosy and teeth white, a figure draped in dark clouds, as if ready to open her eyes at any moment. Her beauty captivates all. However, this is a ghostly saint, whose true form is a spirit transformed from bones...

In Hezhou, there is a sleeping demon. It has the aura of the ocean, scales and armor, and a terrifying ferocity. It is a white dragon of the Saint King level.

……

"In the vast Ziwei Realm, even with the end of the Dharma, it will eventually produce several unique saints." Yan Ming's aura was as abysmal as the sky. With the feathered immortal figure as the anchor, his primordial spirit bloomed with the light of the great way, and the primordial chain flowed. This was the unique aura that only the Great Sage could have.

Read all over the divine land, and then see the four seas!
There are also two demon saints in the water area, hiding from the world.

At the end of the West Sea, there is a Yellow Springs Sky Snake, rooted in the God and Demon Well, currently undergoing a life-and-death calamity. It has been sleeping for who knows how many years, and there is a smell of decay on its body.

"The Ninth Heaven of the Saint King..." Yan Ming's eyes flickered, and he caught sight of three ancient blue medicinal plants in the well, swaying and emitting layers of rainbow light.

The most special one among them can extend the life of the Great Sage by 500 years and is the best among all the medicines.

This ancient sky snake is limited by its lifespan. The antidote is within reach, but it can never be reached. It is separated by a complex quasi-emperor array pattern. Even if it is not complete, it is far beyond the ability of the Saint King to crack it. If it were the Great Sage, there would still be a glimmer of hope.

In the deep South China Sea, there is an ancient phoenix living on a suspended island, hiding from the world. Its life span is also coming to an end, and it is on the verge of death, struggling to survive in the last days of the Dharma.

It was not until this moment that Yan Ming understood why there was no Saint in Ziwei in the story of the Great Ruler. A group of ancient saints who had reached the end of their lives had tried their best to survive, so how could they have any energy left to manifest themselves in the human world?

They have the Tao but no life, this is their true portrayal!

From this point of view, compared with Beidou, Ziwei is surprisingly poor. Looking throughout the human world, there are very few magical objects that can prolong the life of saints.

Yan Ming knew that the place where an ancestral medicine took root would slowly turn into a pure land on earth, suitable for the growth of various major medicines. This was a virtuous cycle.

If the elixir of immortality and various rare divine objects are taken away, this cycle will be broken and will lead to a vicious cycle, causing the sacred land to become more sacred and the evil land to become more impoverished.

"Ancient stone inscriptions record that the True Dragon Immortality Elixir was born in the Ziwei Ancient Star Region and was brought to Beidou... No wonder it looks like this." (Zhan Tian Chapter 714)
Yan Ming looked into the distance, and finally looked at the outskirts of Uttarakuru, the vast North Sea, and the peerless Kunpeng that could be traced in the sky!

That Kunpeng was mentioned many times in the book "The Great Ruler". Even when Ye Fan, in his later years, rushed to Ziwei with his spiritual sword, annihilated powerful enemies, and even killed the Great Sage of the Divine Court, cultivating his invincibility, the Ziwei cultivators still stubbornly believed that perhaps only the ancestor Kunpeng could kill him. (The Great Ruler Chapter 1543: The Great Ruler)

"I am looking forward to the only Kunpeng who can cover the sky in the last days of the Dharma." Yan Ming's thoughts roared to the sky, covering the Beiming Sea. In an instant, his celestial figure cut through eternity, and all the mountains and seas in the world were shaken. The boundless black sea was filled with the pattering light rain, sacred and ethereal.

His original spirit swept across the entire area, causing all things to tremble. The scene was astonishing. Many waves rose up, forming huge waves hundreds or thousands of feet high. Water vapor rushed into the sky, surging upwards, and it was unknown how many lives were alarmed.

The boundless North Sea was surging with huge waves. In the deepest part, Yan Ming saw an ancient palace that looked like a bird's nest. It was black and gold in color, stretching across the front and possessing a terrifying pressure.

"Kunpeng's lair."

Yan Ming stared, he also felt a kind of oppression here, the yin and yang energies were rotating, Taichu was born, but it was impossible to stop him!
There is no doubt that there is great sage-level power here, and the killing array is spread out to block all prying eyes.

"What are you doing here, creatures from outside the domain?"

The palace finally stirred. A voice suddenly rang out, ancient, cold, and compelling. Yan Ming narrowed his eyes slightly. When had the other party awakened? He hadn't even sensed it.

"Ancestor Kunpeng?" Yan Ming asked calmly.

"The creatures in the outside world seem to call me this..."

The existence in the palace returned, and it was very empty. After a while, a faint golden light rose, and the shadow of a living being appeared, shrouded in yin and yang energy. Before it revealed its shape, it exuded a terrifying aura that shook the eternal sky.

"The ancient mystical magic only brings a wisp of divine thought. Which star field are you from?" It spoke. In the dim light, the palace was blurry and the figure was tall. Even if it turned into a human form, it was still ten feet tall, oppressing people to suffocation and shocking people.

Obviously, its true form is absolutely terrifying. Unlike other half-dead saints in the Ziwei Star Domain, this one is truly powerful. He has transcended the years and remains immortal, and has come a long way on the path of Tao.

"Beidou."

Yan Ming's tone was very calm, and he remained calm even though the other party was a giant figure in the Holy Way.

"Hey!"

At this moment, something in the black gold palace was glowing, extremely brilliantly, accompanied by wisps of chaotic energy. A piece of armor flew out and landed in front of the feathered fairy figure. Through the unique aura of the soul, involving cause and effect, it actually revealed the true appearance of Yan Ming.

His true form was also captured, and the majestic ancient imperial star passed by, causing a special wave in the North Sea in an instant.

Yan Ming didn't say anything about this rude behavior. The two sides were just friends, so naturally he wouldn't get angry.

His eyes lowered, turning into gold, and his body was already carving array patterns, ready to cross over.

"This is the tortoise shell of the ancient black tortoise. There is no need to be surprised... Beidou, the legendary star of the Burial Emperor that possesses the elixir of immortality." The figure said, his tone fluctuating a little, which was very different from before. It was obvious that the Beidou star field had a special magic that even the ancient powerful beings could hardly calm down.

"Daoyou's methods are beyond belief and deserve respect."

Yan Ming smiled, and a golden light of the Dao Tribulation burst out from the feathered light and shadow. His Dharma eyes looked forward, and the Dao chains intertwined and penetrated forward, trying to break the obstacle and see what it was.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the yin and yang energies flowed rapidly, covering down like a curtain, followed by a black light that made people panic. It was a Kunpeng claw, extremely powerful, sweeping across with strong winds and the chain of order of the great way.

The fairy shadow retreated, Yan Ming said nothing, and retreated explosively at the anchor point.

"My friend, you have come from afar. Come and sit quietly with me." The shadow's aura was captivating. No one would have thought that the so-called Kunpeng Primordial Ancestor would be a woman...

(End of this chapter)