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

Chapter 67: Dao Zun Fa, Dream Dao Eternal
"Did he see the destruction of this place? That's why he is so passionate and wants to change the future?" Yan Ming pondered. Being immersed in the situation, he inexplicably felt a little more empathy.

The true fire of the sun was moving, some of which were crystal clear, shining like golden diamonds, extremely gorgeous.

Just like looking at flowers in the fog, Yan Ming could only see an endless chaos, but he could roughly guess the time when the secret of the previous word emerged.

When the secret light of the previous word dimmed, his fire body of the eighth level of Quasi-Emperor became increasingly dead. Gradually, the flames in the ancient cave dissipated, and in the end even the bronze lamp that was flowing with eternal light was extinguished.

An unknown amount of time passed before a pair of eyes that were about to turn into Dao-level gold opened and closed, and all that was visible was a dead silence...

The next moment, the picture gradually became blurry and unclear. There was only a cluster of true sun fire swirling around, and a trace of Taoist chanting that was isolated from time and space.

"I cannot cultivate eternity, but only live through the day and night..."

Yan Ming's sea of ​​consciousness was empty, and from the depths of his heart, there came such a faint voice, vague, vicissitudes, and silence, as if it came from across the ages.

"Buzz!"

The void trembled, and a blurry scene flashed before Yan Ming's eyes. This was the quasi-emperor of the ancient times recalling the past.

Through those golden eyes, he seemed to have become the golden-robed man himself, switching between illusion and reality. In the Eastern Wasteland of Beidou, after an unimaginable fierce battle, a man covered in blood fell, his holy shell was full of cracks, and the fire of life was crumbling.

The desperate man roared with unwillingness, struggled to get up, and cast a last divine spell.

The ultimate power of the soul spread out, enveloping him in the illusory universe, tearing through the void, and turning into the human world, starting one life after another.

At this moment, Yan Ming was walking between different dimensions, struggling to cross with his mortal body. Three hundred years passed in the blink of an eye, and he went through eight generations.

As if it was the fate of the Fire Vein, the life he entered was filled with the red of war...

In his first life, he was a soldier of his country, fighting hard and having nothing left. On the eve of the war, he was still a young man and wrote a letter to his family, hoping that his parents would send him some clothes. At dawn, he attacked the city and was beheaded by a sword, missing the opportunity to gain the honor of being the first to reach the city.

In his second life, he fought for half his life as a cavalry general in troubled times. Thirty years passed in a flash. In the final battle, he struggled to seize the thigh of the Overlord. With the beautiful expectation of being rewarded with a thousand gold coins and being granted the title of marquis, he was killed by his own army. The thigh that was enough to make him a marquis was also taken away by another cavalry general.

In his third life, he followed a great man of rare talent, rose from obscurity, was called a butcher by the enemy country, and finally his commander was slandered and ordered by the king to commit suicide. Although he was filled with grief and indignation, he could do nothing and committed suicide as well.

In the fourth life, he was born into a family of impoverished generals. When he grew up, he led the army in Mobei. Unexpectedly, he encountered the main force of the enemy country. After a hard battle, he fought to no avail. He was the only one who survived and went into exile in a remote area. Later, he found that his entire family was imprisoned and killed. He cried and cried to the sky, and spent the rest of his life in a daze in the ice and snow.

……

This went on for seven lifetimes, each time filled with different joys and sorrows.

Yan Ming seemed to be in it, savoring the various aspects of life again and again.

In the blink of an eye, another life passed. He joined the army at the age of fifteen and returned home at the age of fifty. Thanks to his merit in capturing the flag, he returned to his hometown alive, but his temples were gray and his left hand was broken. Looking at the withered grass, ancient cypress and desolate graves, the soldier shed turbid tears.

Yan Ming lived in seclusion in a small village, opened an iron shop, and also worked part-time as a carpenter.

As the years passed, there were many new faces in the village, and the people he knew at the beginning gradually disappeared, leaving only him.

He sent away the past with his own hands!
Another long white banner, another person has passed away.

But this time the person was too young. He was the orphan boy chosen by the Immortal Sect.

If one has no blood relatives, it is hard to predict what will happen to him in the future.

The little girl who depended on the boy for survival cried heart-wrenchingly. She lost her shoes while running and rushed forward crying, just to take a look at the corpse.

Everyone was silent, sighing for the deceased, and stopped the girl... "Everyone knows that being an immortal is good, but fame and fortune are unforgettable! Where are the generals and ministers of ancient and modern times? The desolate tombs are covered with grass..." The white-haired old man sighed softly, cut a locust tree into a long coffin, and buried the villagers.

Ten years later, he died at the age of seventy, without a wife or children, lying alone in the coffin he had prepared for himself.

As the old man closed his eyes, it was time to wake up!

Suddenly, Yan Ming, who was already a corpse, looked at the scene on the ground with empty eyes. In front of the coffin, a woman in white was walking towards him. She was not clear, just a background, but she had an inexplicable charm that made people's hearts palpitate...

After waiting for the villagers to leave, the mound of earth cracked and the old man's eyes suddenly became empty, as if he had become a different person. All the sealed memories in his sea of ​​consciousness poured out.

Immortal light blossomed in Yan Ming's turbid pupils, and his skinny and decayed body instantly became younger. It eventually recovered and turned into a young man with a captivating aura.

"The dream lasts forever! This is the state of mind of the Mythical Taoist...all kinds of worldly affairs." Yan Ming whispered, as if it was a reincarnation node at the end of the street where the lights were dim. He remembered a lot, dreams within dreams, but only the last scene was forgotten.

The quasi-emperor he leaned over had received some inheritance from the mythical ancient celestial master in the past, which involved attempts at immortality.

Yan Ming stretched out a hand, stroked the coffin, and felt every bit of his dream. This moment seemed eternal.

Eight lives in the mortal world had not brought him any special transformation, but instead left him with an indescribable and inexplicable sense of vicissitudes...

As the image shattered, Yan Ming knew that the golden-robed man's memories had ended.

"Boom!"

The sound of a great catastrophe came from the deep space of the starry sky. When it reached the eighth level of the Quasi-Emperor Heaven, it was impossible to conceal the breath of the catastrophe and it would inevitably be exposed.

The Holy Spirit Ancestral Land was shaking. Many people gathered at the top of the mountain as high as the sky, looking at the magic mirror projected by the Dharma Eye of Heaven and Earth, wanting to see the Sky-Devouring Witch die with their own eyes.

Everyone knows that this woman has offended too many forces, including ancient forbidden areas, not just the Holy Spirit.

She had devoured the ancient prince, killed the heir of the divine body lineage, and turned Cang Tian Ba ​​Xue into dust. Her sins of killing were too heavy.

"The Seventh Heaven lasts only a hundred years, yet she wants to break through to the next level so early. Should we say she is confident, or should we say she is looking for death? Her foundation is not enough." Someone smiled. This was a quasi-emperor, the son of the Fire Vein Suzaku Supreme.

Many people know that the witch was forced to make this choice due to external pressure.

In the past hundred years, no one knows how many people have been looking for her. Once the coordinates are determined, the Supreme Being will quickly take action and there will be no accidents.

"Maybe there's a chance of success!" someone else spoke up, coming from the Taichu Ancient Mine.

In the ancient forbidden area, a huge divine source vibrated, and a gourd as black as ink flew out of it, overflowing with imperial power.

This is a genuine ancient imperial weapon, with mottled marks left on it.

During the ancient divine war, it collided with many imperial weapons, and finally encountered the Source of All Things Cauldron, and was crippled by the immortal weapon.

Later it was mastered by the Holy Spirit lineage, and trained into a Taoist soldier. It was sublimated again and returned to its fruit position, becoming the supreme imperial soldier that suppresses destiny, known as the Heaven-Refining Gourd!
In the endless fire domain, a great and perfect holy spirit revived, captured a breath of the person who was undergoing the calamity, transformed into a Taoist body, took control of the black gourd, and tore the sky apart to stop the calamity.

Another purple-gold hammer rushed out, with purple air rising and terrifying extreme thunder, and it killed with great force.

"The node of the glorious end..." With his golden eyes shining, Yan Ming felt the nine levels of immortal calamity in the mythological battlefield, and a corner of the future destruction of the Holy Spirit Forbidden Zone had been revealed.

What will happen next? Will he overcome two disasters at the same time?
"What role did this man play in this?"

(End of this chapter)