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

Chapter 25: The Arrogant and Cold Taoist Nun

"It's time to survive the tribulation."

Yan Ming muttered to himself, without any sadness or joy. He took a step forward, and the stars moved before he reappeared a thousand miles away.

Dark clouds filled the air, and a calamity arose for the fifth level of Sainthood. A terrifying aura permeated the air, and the entire desolate mountain range trembled. The mountain and earth veins shook as if they had life, and were about to boil over...

On the other side, outside the Holy Cliff, a man and a woman flew in the air. Both were dressed in purple, with an otherworldly temperament, standing out among the mountains and rivers.

The two were attracted by the incident that happened a few months ago.

First, a terrifying roar was heard in the restricted area, and then a gorgeous purple cloud that cut through the sky fell into it, and no one knew how many people were moved by it.

Even if a powerful person came here in person, he could only sigh at the Holy Cliff.

Ten days later, there are still some people who come here to try their luck, hoping that the magic treasure has fallen outside and they might come across it by chance.

"Now that we're here, we can go our separate ways." The Purple Mansion Saintess was very young, only about fourteen or fifteen years old. Her purple clothes fluttered in the wind, and she stood in the divine rainbow like a purple fairy flower.

She stood quietly in the sky, looking calmly at the endless black mountains, with an innate indifference in her eyes.

The Saint of Purple Mansion frowned slightly, feeling unhappy. However, he didn't say much, having become accustomed to the other party's attitude over the years.

In the Purple Mansion Holy Land, he could not compare to the Holy Maiden even with three of them. The other party was not only a congenital Taoist fetus, but was also personally taught by the previous Holy Lord and was passed down the map of mountains and rivers. Her importance was self-evident.

"A month ago, he was frightened to his knees by the devilish sound coming from the restricted area, and he's still posing outside!"

The eyes of the Saint of Zifu were slightly cold, and he set up a rainbow light and flew in another direction.

After the other party left, Zixia landed on a high peak and looked at the majestic Holy Cliff Forbidden Area. She was still calm, but the words of the old Holy Lord came to her mind.

“If I’m not mistaken, the purple light in the sky that day was most likely the legendary divine purple gold!
"Ancient texts say that immortal marks are spiritual, capable of capturing the Dao runes between heaven and earth. They are the most suitable supreme immortal material for the innate Dao fetus...

"Xia'er, you are born to be in harmony with the Great Dao. If a fairy treasure falls outside the restricted area, the person most likely to obtain it is you."

The Purple Mansion Saint closed her eyes, revealing the unique qualities of her innate Dao fetus. She had a deep understanding of the universe, and her entire being seemed to become one with it, merging into the Dao, the self, and nature. The previous Purple Mansion Saint Lord had indeed been right. When it came to treasure hunting, the innate Dao fetus had a significant advantage.

After a moment, Zixia's body trembled slightly, and she began to search along the avenue where the energy was strong, hoping to bring back immortal gold for the sect...

She didn't know how far she had walked. It was already night, but she still found nothing.

"Maybe Xianzhen is really in Shengya." Zixia whispered, and she had a vague answer in her heart.

Just as she stepped into deep space and was about to return, it started snowing in the sky ahead and the sky suddenly became dark.

Soon, endless heavy rain poured down, and the mountains in the water became bright in an instant.

"boom!"

In an instant, one hundred and eight silver rays appeared in the sky, penetrating the sky and the earth!
But then, she fell into endless darkness again. The lightning disappeared, leaving only heavy rain. In the terrifying night, the beautiful girl was alone, and there was an unusual atmosphere.

"boom!"

There was another burst of thunder, and hundreds of fire snakes were flying, making the vast sky and earth blazing.

"That is... the legendary heavenly calamity!"

Zixia was stunned. Her calm face suddenly changed color, and her chest, which was tightened by the purple brocade, kept floating.

"boom!"

Endless lightning flashed, and the sky and earth were covered in a vast expanse of white. Various thunder tribulations appeared, and chaotic thunders raged. At the very top, an ancient sky tower emerged, and some human-shaped lightning appeared and intertwined, creating an indescribable strangeness!

Following the lightning, a dark-haired Taoist loomed at the end of the horizon. He simply opened his mouth and sucked in all the lightning. Then, his entire body glowed, as if refining it, before returning to calm. "Is this... still a human?!"

The Saintess of Zifu shuddered, her spine running cold. The level of this calamity had reached an unimaginable level.

The lightning sky and the human-shaped lightning recorded in ancient books were as terrifying as they could be, but they were also swallowed up.

Zixia was shocked. She felt that she might have met a saint, perhaps the one in the legend.

The sage Ao Sheng, who had manifested in the Northern Territory, had appeared in the Divine City before and had conversations with others.

He claimed to be from the Black Mountain in the Central Region...

"Black Mountain, a black mountain." Zixia took a deep breath and understood something.

Logically, she should have left, but she was fortunate enough to witness a saint transcending tribulation, which made her unable to move.

Gradually, Zixia's slender waist swayed, and her whole body merged into the void. She silently prayed in her heart that if the saint looked at her, she would come out to meet him immediately...

As time went by, the disaster gradually weakened. The clouds were surging, and a brilliant purple cloud tore through the chaotic mist and rushed into the void. The traces of divine marks and the blazing rays of light intertwined together, exuding a tremendous power.

"Oh, this is it!"

The Saintess of Purple Mansion was about to jump out of her chest, her gaze fixed on the immortal light. Although it only stayed there for a moment, she determined that it was the legendary immortal purple gold. The Taoist fetus was most sensitive to this special aura.

"Has it been sacrificed and trained into a legendary holy weapon?!" Zixia was uneasy and became more and more curious about the saint's true appearance.

The raging divine fire and purple light swept past and sank into the Taoist's immortal platform.

The lightning dissipated in a moment, and the Taoist was still standing on the ground, maintaining his original posture, motionless.

The man has black hair draped over his shoulders, standing on the earth veins with his back to the mountains and rivers, as if he wants to swallow up the heaven and the earth. He has a kind of perfect charm of harmony between man and nature.

When the Purple Mansion Saintess could no longer hold back and gracefully moved forward to ask for an audience, she discovered that it was actually an afterimage:
The real saint has long disappeared.

"With the power of a saint, it's impossible that he didn't notice me. He should have come out to ask for an audience just now!"

Zixia felt regretful that she had missed the opportunity to meet an ancient saint. Just a moment had passed, and the other party's cultivation had reached an incredible level.

Nowadays, saints in the world are almost extinct. The weight of a contemporary saint is enough to crush the sky and the earth!

In another distant mountain, the Saint Son of Zifu was about to rush out to meet the sage when he found that the Saint Girl was also there. He almost gasped in anger.

"Damn it! She's a born Taoist, and she's also incredibly beautiful. How can I possibly compete with her? I wish she were a female saint."

The Saint of Purple Mansion took a deep breath, straightened his appearance, and landed nearby. Just as he was about to salute, he realized that the Taoist was gradually becoming invisible. He was speechless and looked at the woman beside him, saying, "Where is the Saint..."

Zixia glanced at him with a cold expression, her three thousand black hair shaking, and she flew away on her own.

After he left, the Saint of Purple Mansion was filled with resentment and stamped his feet in anger: "Why are you pretending to be a noble fairy? Just now you were even more anxious to jump out than I was."

After a while, seeing that there was no one around, he sat cross-legged and began to comprehend the bits of Taoism left behind by the saint who had overcome the tribulation.

The Saintess of Zifu is a congenital Taoist fetus and doesn't care about this.

But he couldn't do that. He, the Son of God, was almost suffocated by the Saintess...

　The Purple Mansion Saint's state of mind in this chapter mirrors Xiaoye's interview experience. Seeing his opponent's beauty, he sighed, feeling no romantic feelings at all. He felt no desire. He could only hope that the interviewers were all women. And then, his hope came true: nine interviewers, six of them women. Putting himself in their shoes, a female candidate facing a male interviewer with a good appearance is truly a sure win. Men understand men best.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)