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

Chapter 21 Purple Gold Falling from the Sky
The great sects in the Northern Territory were also shocked, and several terrifying eyes looked out, searching for the source of the sound waves.

In the southern region, the Void Mirror enshrined in the Ji family's ancestral land revived on its own, hanging high in the sky, emitting wisps of imperial power, and chaotic light surged, protecting the surroundings like a curtain.

"Void...Father." Inside a divine source, an ordinary-looking man was awakened from a long sleep.

Dao patterns flowed in his eyes as he looked towards the Central Region, where his father had once fought.

"Ten thousand generations converge here, and the great enemy of the Void lineage is still there. It's time for me to be born." Ji Zi spoke, his face as calm as a lake, and stretched out his hand to shatter the source of God, welcoming the light of the era after hundreds of thousands of years of antiquity.

Holy Cliff, Yan Ming was unaware of the terrible consequences he had caused.

At this moment, he stood in the air, feeling the charm of the roar just now. After a few breaths, he opened his eyes and shook his head continuously.

It's a shame there's no Dou character secret, otherwise it would have depicted the ancient emperor's murderous intent, and when roared out as a surprise move during a battle, its power would have been absolutely terrifying. It shouldn't be much weaker than the Buddhist six-character mantra.

As for the word "beginningless" coming from inside the Holy Cliff, it was blocked by the Heaven-Swallowing Jar and did not have much impact on the Fire Mountain.

Yan Ming knew it well. He knew that it was his tall neighbor who was roaring, and he even knew where the devilish sound was going to end.

(The Immortal Taoist: You, little Wu Shi, are bullying me too much╰(｀□′)╯)
"Brother Dao, reform yourself and I will take care of your wife and children!"

Yan Ming put on a serious expression, sighed lightly and bowed, as a way of expressing 'sympathy' for his neighbor's plight.

He is very good at bullying orphans and widows, and he is very skilled at kicking a lame man's good leg.

Yan Ming walked down from the void, his black eyes were sharp, and a red color seemed to be reflected in his eyes, ready to continue what he had just unfinished.

If the corpse demon had not killed his subordinates, considering the cause and effect of the dream, he could have spared their lives and instead suppressed them forever.

But since the blood feud has already been formed, he must be killed!
"Quack quack..."

Dark clouds filled the sky like a waterfall, and the remaining 100,000 fire crows danced, screaming incessantly at the evil spirits pinned to the mountain. Some of them were furious, and if they hadn't been overwhelmed by the divine power, they would have swooped down and tore it apart.

Some of the Vulcan Crows spewed out flames, cremated the bodies of their companions, and returned them to the magma of the earth's veins.

"Hey!"

The humanoid creature covered with black hair screamed, but ultimately could not escape death. First, his body was torn apart by the golden crow claws condensed by divine power, and then his soul was burned by the true fire of the sun. He died in endless resentment.

After a moment, the corpse fell.

Only a pool of black and rancid blood remained, like a mixture of divine blood and corpse oil, which was inextinguishable in the flames and had an immortal quality.

Yan Ming frowned slightly, feeling mentally polluted just by looking at it. He summoned a semi-emperor weapon and was about to smash it into powder.

But the moment he made his move, he stopped and changed to sealing.

These corpse blood should be effective for practitioners of the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art, and may be useful in the future.

"I hope I never have to use this in my lifetime." Yan Ming muttered, gave himself a blessing, and was about to turn around and go back to the cave.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a streak of light streaked across the sky, and a piece of strange and terrifying purple gold appeared. It broke through the true fire of the sun and penetrated deeply into the ancient black mountain, exuding an aura of vicissitudes of life.

"Divine Mark Purple Gold!" Yan Ming's pupils shrank, his heart was shocked, and his gaze was instantly attracted over there.

On the mountainside, a palm-sized piece of metal shimmered with a mysterious luster, a thousand times more dreamy than a purple gemstone, making it impossible to look away. This was a piece of supreme immortal material, priceless, typically found only on imperial artifacts and ancient royal weapons.

I didn’t expect that the treasure from heaven would fall here!
"Was it attracted by the dirty blood?" The Fire Spirit muttered to himself, with many thoughts emerging in his mind.

The fragments of the imperial soldiers from the ancient times were quietly inserted into the black stone. Hundreds of thousands of years had passed, and the imperial aura intertwined in the past wars had dissipated, and the immortal gold had erased the rhyme of the Tao, so it was not intimidating and could be approached.

"No, it should be caused by the sound of the void." Yan Ming stared at the fairy gold in a daze. It was exactly the same as in his dream, with purple marks flying across and auspicious colors surging. Every inch was perfect and as bright as stars.

Yan Ming carefully collected it with the Tianyan Jar and took it out after some "disinfection".

He stretched out a hand, with Dao patterns interwoven, and placed the divine purple gold in his palm. Even though Dao and Principle were interwoven into a Dao diagram to support it, his fingers could not help but tremble.

It’s not because of the weight, but because of the surging emotions that are hard to suppress.

"The magical treasures and luck that Wang Teng and Ye Fan have are actually replicated on me." Yan Ming couldn't help laughing, and the sound waves were emitted. Countless fire crows felt the ancestor's joy, and they chirped in unison and kept flying, making the Fire Mountain noisy.

There were rumors in the past that Wang Teng was initially chosen as the protagonist of the game, but was later abandoned, and the Red Haired Patriarch supported Ye Fan. (The competition for the protagonist has always been cruel)

But the Northern Emperor's luck was not lost. He encountered many adventures along the way, encountered the Nine Secrets, entered the Emperor's Tomb... and visited the Ji family, where he obtained a piece of eternal blue gold, although he died because of the blue gold in the end.

Ye Fan even more, holy fruit, divine spring, the source of the mother energy of all things, phoenix blood and red gold...

"Isn't this a gift from heaven? My way is flourishing day by day!" Yan Ming was full of high spirits. He looked at the fifty-three black mountains, then looked back to the top of the holy cliff. His eyes were blazing and sharp, and a desire to become the king arose spontaneously.

This was the biggest gain of the second dream, a fragment of the ancient imperial weapon 'Qi Shui', which was as big as the palm of your hand.

The Phoenix Blood Red Gold that Hengyu left behind in the Taichu Ancient Mine was only the size of a fist, at most a quarter of this piece.

"It's so big that I can train it into a Taoist weapon." Yan Ming stroked the divine mark and gently stroked the purple gold, thinking in his mind how to use it.

If one meticulously refines and carves the hollows, heavy objects like towers, tripods, and furnaces can be forged. Spears, lances, halberds, knives, swords, and staffs are no problem at all.

For a moment, Yan Ming's mind was full of thoughts, and various weapons emerged one by one, and then were rejected.

"I am a fire spirit. The Taoist weapons I refine should preferably be related to fire and be able to enhance the power of fire." Yan Ming's eyes became brighter and he had made his choice.

His innate magical powers were mastery of fire and the ability to touch time and space. The latter was not outstanding and could be described as shallow.

Faced with this situation, even if Yan Ming used immortal gold to create the Clock of Time, it would not be of much use.

The Fire Dao is different. He himself is a holy spirit born from the true fire of the sun, and he also possesses a sacred object of the Fire Dao such as the Lihuo Furnace.

Majoring in the art of fire while also studying time and space is the path that suits you best.

After a long time, Yan Ming decided to refine a yang lamp.

The lamp belongs to the fire element in the five elements, and it is the symbol of fire and is responsible for burning!
The golden sun staff that accompanies Yan Ming also has the ability to assist fire, but he is not very good at using it, and he can't help but stab people with it when holding it in his hand.

The nameless is called Tao, which comes from nothingness and is the origin of heaven and earth. The named are called heaven and earth, which have form and position, hardness and softness, and are the mother of all things.

"Lamps", "cauldrons", "furnaces", "bells" and other items are all ancient sacrificial ritual vessels and are extremely old.

"The Soul Summoning" in "Chu Ci" says: "The orchid ointment is like a candle, and the flower stirrups are staggered." Stirrups refer to lamps.

　I stayed up very late tonight, I'm really sorry, Magic Pot Xiaoye will come and write slowly on Sunday,
　　
　
(End of this chapter)