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

Chapter 62 Chaos Immortal Gourd
Seeing that Daotai had no intention, Jiang Taixu understood, sighed inwardly, and said no more.

Given his status, it was already an exception for him to condescend. It was impossible for him to ask a second time, let alone use his power to pressure others.

Yan Ming was not surprised by this. Zixia had refused more than once in "The Great Ruler". Even when the saints from the middle and late stages of the Zifu Holy Land spoke, it was still fruitless.

All I can say is that this is the wrong path. For a woman like Zixia who has a strong sense of self-esteem, forcing her to get married will only backfire.

Facing the Nine-Turn Corridor, one needs to find the right path, drive forward suddenly, and break through the door barrier before one can achieve his goal...

At this moment, Yan Ming was surprised by another thing.

"There is my breath in her body... What's going on?" His mind moved slightly, and he sensed something strange from the body of the Purple Mansion Saint, which was located in the bitter sea below the woman's navel.

It has a close relationship with myself.

Everyone in Zifu was extremely in awe of the two saints, but when it came to the Saint's marriage, and the match was with a useless person, most of the high-level officials were not happy about it.

"It's a pity that Saint Taixu is unwilling to accept a disciple." Saint Lord Zifu felt it was a pity.

Yan Ming and Jiang Taixu are both true sages of the Dharma Ending Age. Their achievements are comparable to those of nature. They are worthy of respect and sincere worship from the world. They are pioneers in the practice of Taoism.
Suddenly, a divine thought sounded, saying, "You two have a karmic connection with me."

"Who?" Everyone was shocked.

"It's Saint Ao Sheng!" The Saint Son and Saint Daughter of Zifu raised their heads at the same time, flashing a bright light.
This was the first time Yan Ming spoke, and to the surprise of many, it was actually two people from the Purple Mansion Holy Land who came forward to pay their respects to the saint.

"I never thought that my disciples would have the chance to meet the saint. It is truly a blessing from heaven!" The old man from Zifu said, what he wished for.

Their holy land also has the heritage of ancient saints, but when facing Yan Ming, who rebelled against the Saint King and was at the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period, their attitude was unusually enthusiastic, and they wanted to pack up the boys and girls and send them to him directly.

Other holy places and ancient religions all cast their eyes over, some were envious, some were jealous, wondering why it wasn't their children.

Ever since the Jiang family was defeated, the Jidao inheritance has been silent. The forces without imperial weapons are even more terrified and are determined not to offend Yan Ming.

There is no need to use the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot. He alone is a natural disaster. If he becomes an enemy, the consequences will be catastrophic!

The broken mountain was empty, the snow on it had disappeared, revealing the dark volcanic rocks. A Taoist priest, wrapped in the true fire of the sun, stopped there, his hair loose, occasionally emitting a ray of golden light, so bright that it even eclipsed the sun.

After the Divine City, Yan Ming once again stepped into the public eye, even more mysterious than last time.

"Greetings, sage!" Zixia's mind was in turmoil, but her beautiful face did not show it. Her face was as calm as a lake, and she bowed down to worship.

Beside her, the Saint of Purple Mansion knelt down respectfully and saluted with great emotion, his eyes filled with eagerness and excitement.

He knew that Yan Ming came from the Holy Cliff of the Central Region, and he had even witnessed a saint transcending tribulation. He sensed a hint of artistic conception from it and believed that it was the cause and effect of this matter.

Yan Ming asked them to stand up. He was wrapped in chaotic light. The chains of order in his hands intertwined and gathered into a crystal-clear three-legged immortal crow. He pointed in a direction with a gentle expression. "You have an ancient artifact from my lineage."

"The Saint actually spoke to me first instead of that bitch Zixia."

The Holy Son of Zifu was excited and rarely surpassed the Holy Daughter here, gaining the upper hand.

He thought quickly in his mind what object on him could move the saint, but he couldn't be sure at the moment.

In an instant, dozens of streams of light flew out, two of which flew out, and a black gourd floated up and down, half a person's height. At this moment, it seemed to be stimulated, and the fuzzy carvings on the surface glowed, and fell into the hands of the Taoist.

There was also a rotten wooden cork, black and broken, which would go unnoticed if placed on the roadside, but at this moment it was emitting chaos and becoming one with the gourd.

“It actually is related.”

Yan Ming's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect that the reason he made up would come true. In the original timeline, the Fire Spirit lineage and this broken gourd both came from the Central Region of the Eastern Wasteland. They were actually related.
At this moment, the golden eye of Daojie in his right eye burst into billions of immortal lights, penetrating the golden flames that protected his body, and his angular face was revealed. He looked heroic, and the whole person was very young, with vigorous life essence emanating from him. He was definitely not an ancient man.

But those eyes were too captivating. The left eye was bottomless, like an abyss, and the golden eye in the right eye was too blazing, with calamity patterns flying across it, carrying the timeless aura of the eternal calamity of the great road.

"It's the legendary Daojie Gold!"

Seeing this, everyone became even more awed. The background of this saint who came from the central region of the Eastern Wasteland was indeed extraordinary.

One of his eyes was actually Daojie gold, emitting divine light. He definitely had incredible magical powers and must be the strongest person in this realm!
No wonder he was able to defeat the ancient family and kill the Saint King. Only such an innate sacred being could do such a thing, making rapid progress all the way and showing an unparalleled demeanor.

Yan Ming was unaware of the disturbance caused by the birth of his pirated Immortal Golden Eyes. At this moment, all his thoughts were focused on the black gourd.

A divine light shot out from his right eye, tearing through the void and piercing heavily into the black gourd, and actually emitted a sound of the great Dao, which was extremely blazing.

"Boom!"

The remaining artifacts from the ancient divine war vibrated and were activated at this moment, revealing some innate patterns. It was deep and dark throughout, swallowing and spitting out chaotic light, and fairy patterns flowed at the mouth of the gourd, but the cracks on the gourd were glaring, making people sigh.

"It's a pity that it's too damaged and difficult to repair." Jiang Taixu shook his head and looked at the Saint Leader of the Jiang Family beside him with a deep gaze.

"My Jiang family still has six Saint-level soldier souls. I will send someone to get them now."

The Saint Leader of the Jiang Family quickly expressed his stance and was not stingy with his resources at this moment, spending a large sum of money in an attempt to put aside the unpleasantness of the past.

At one time, other holy places and ancient religions also spoke up, expressing their willingness to do their utmost to help and restore the ancestral artifact for the saint.

The word "binghun" means the weapon that gave birth to gods.

In ancient times, wars were so terrible that they had to be fought outside the domain, and even the ultimate imperial weapon might be destroyed.

For this reason, when invincible creatures are refining weapons, they sometimes cultivate two gods. Once the original Taoist weapon is destroyed, one god can be sacrificed to repair it.

Weapons imbued with divine power are extremely rare. Generally, divine weapons are only born from thunder tribulations during a calamity, and they are extremely mysterious.

Only the ancient Jiang family, which inherited the imperial weapon, could produce six holy-level weapon souls in one breath.

Yan Ming did not refuse. He had a powerful military spirit in his hand, but it was not safe. It would be a good thing to be able to work together.

You don't have to pay anything. This is a voluntary investment made by the nobles in the Northern Territory, which is equivalent to insurance premium.

No one can refuse free sex, unless the eunuch goes to a brothel.

"What do you want?" Yan Ming asked.

"This item is an ancestral artifact of the sages. It should be returned to its original owner. I really have no merit." The Saint Son of Purple Mansion said, his eyes shining brightly, and he felt that he had encountered a great fortune.

The two pieces of scraps I picked up casually turned out to have such a great origin and were related to the sage Ao Sheng.

Seeing another person stealing the show, Zixia tensed her legs, her eyelashes trembling, and waited silently, knowing that her own dawn was still to come.

"It's useless. The saint won't accept you as his disciple." Zixia pursed her lips. Unlike the Saint of Zifu who was completely unaware of his situation, she knew why she was called.

　I'm really sorry, I'm late for dinner, I'll update on time tomorrow, I still have a 6k task to do tonight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)