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

Chapter 75: Staring at the Stone Emperor and Offering Sacrifice to the Ancients
The broken mountain was deserted and silent, but the aftermath of the Two Saints in the Sky was still spreading.

Four thousand years ago, the God King of the East Wasteland appeared and stood at the height of the ancient sages, causing countless people to discuss it. This meant that the Nine Secrets would come out again.

And the news of the appearance of a broken ancient imperial weapon was about to break the news.

Suddenly, the clouds in all directions stirred. The news from Fire Demon Ridge spread at the fastest speed. Not only was the entire Eastern Wilderness shaken, but even the Ice and Snow Northern Plains and the Boundless Buddhist Kingdom in the far reaches of the borderland knew about it...

The instigator of all this is now in the underground dojo of Fire Demon Ridge, standing with his hands behind his back. Behind him, a huge tomb rises, burying the ancient relics.

The surroundings were brightly lit and white banners stood in rows. Looking up, one could see a hundred thousand Vulcan Crows gathered, arranged according to ancient sacrificial rituals, forming a special formation.

The purple clouds are brilliant, the auspicious light is like a waterfall, and a sun lamp is shining brightly, falling on the sky above the tomb of the god. In front of the tomb stand nine bronze tripods, with all kinds of sacrificial instruments, most of which come from the Pure Land of Purple Mountain. They are used by the descendants of the eight gods to worship the Immortal Emperor, and they happen to be used here.

Duan De, who was standing aside, was dressed in white, wearing a white hat, holding a spirit-calling banner, with his butt facing the sky, crawling forward, acting as the host leading the "filial sons and grandsons".

Occasionally he glanced back and saw the two hundred thousand glowing golden eyes behind him, and felt a pang of fear in his heart.

"What kind of formation is this? Are they really the descendants of the ancient imperial fire spirit..." Duan De groaned. He always stayed away from such matters involving the Supreme Being, fearing that he would be cursed.

But when he thought of the intact Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot, his gaze became firm again, and he cried bitterly in front of the big grave, heartbroken, as if his own father had died.

Under his leadership, many Vulcan Crows were also weeping, and some powerful Crows even transformed into human forms, beating their chests and stamping their feet, shedding tears.

In mid-air, Yan Ming used his fingers as a sword and blood as ink to carve out a huge stone tablet, on which was engraved "The tablet of the Holy Spirit Ancestor's True Spirit, enter the Taoist temple."

Inside the tomb lies the remains of a fire spirit carved from the Nine Heavens Blue Jade. Its appearance is based on what Yan Ming Mengdao saw, and it is enclosed in a golden coffin and silver casket as a cenotaph.

With Duan De, a master of tomb burials, and Yan Ming, a descendant of the Yuan Tianshi, present, they naturally chose an excellent location for the fire tomb. This Taoist temple is a treasured land of the Yuan Dao, and the location of the tomb is at the Dragon Ball, which is the easiest place to gather fire.

When everything was completed and the altar was built, Yan Ming stopped and led a group of divine crows to worship their ancestors.

"Yan Ming, the 1938th patriarch of the Holy Spirit Ancestral Land, brings his clan of crows to offer sacrifices to the imperial spirits of previous generations!" Duan De, dressed in white, shouted at the top of his lungs.

The next moment, one hundred thousand Vulcan Crows prostrated themselves in unison, with the utmost sincerity!
In front of the pitch-black gourd, Yan Ming stood alone, with his black hair loose and deep eyes. His right eye, made of fairy gold, was shining brightly and radiantly.

The Immortal-Slaying Gourd gushed out chaotic light and emitted wisps of extreme divine power, but it did not harm him in the slightest. It was as if it was naturally integrated with him. Others could not get close to it, but he was not one of them.

"Offer a sacrifice!" Duan De shouted out the next step, heart-wrenchingly.

Golden light shone, and a massive divine source appeared, sealing the Ancient Ancestor King. A small stone figure with nine orifices and eight holes, only a foot across, was also placed in front of the bronze tripod.

"What kind of existence will it attract? The way of sacrifice..."

There was a hint of sharpness in Yan Ming's eyes, his gaze was like lightning, cold and ruthless, with an indescribable charm.

In front of his forehead, a small golden figure sat cross-legged, muttering to himself and reciting sacrificial spells passed down from the mythological era.

"boom!"

At this moment, the black gourd glowed and became the main body of the sacrifice. The aura of the extreme rushed up to the sky, and a mysterious power spread, calling for a supreme power in the dark!
Amidst the trembling sound, the Immortal-Slaying Gourd continued to sway, moving along with the ancient spell from the mythological era.

The huge divine source melted quickly, and the twenty-four winged ancestor kings in the source transformed into Dao while awakening. They couldn't even be called out. Their bodies melted away, and large amounts of white light rained down, pouring on the altar and making the surroundings even more mysterious.

"Liantian!"

In a trance, two ancient syllables were uttered. Those were the true patterns of the emperor inside the black gourd. It was recast and born into the world for the second time just to refine everything.

The void trembled, and a tremendous wave appeared, spreading out from the ancient imperial weapon, shattering the void. Large pieces of divine fire flew up and burned on the altar. There were Hengyu Lihuo, Sun Golden Flame, and the milky white flame that Yan Ming temporarily called the Pure Lotus Demon Fire.

A ball of invisible fire also burst out from Yan Mingxin's Dao Palace, illusory and transparent, merging with the Shenhen Purple Gold Lamp, burning the void. One could call it the Fallen Heart Flame. There was also the Phantom Demonic Divine Flame from the bloodline of the descendants of the Third Ancient Divine General...

At this moment, he seemed to have become the flame itself, the Burning Technique was activated, and his entire body was dazzling, making the place bright.

Ten thousand fires are born with it!

An extremely ancient ritual began, Yan Ming became the main priest, and was connected to a mysterious existence in the dark.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the ancient Taoist temple became solemn and murderous, and a terrifying aura spread, as if a god or demon had been resurrected. Ripples appeared in the void, and a pair of cold eyes opened from the vortex.

Its existence was very vague, with billions of Dao traces around it, as if a primitive ancestral god had been resurrected, examining the fire spirit in front of it.

There is no imperial majesty, but that special charm is like heaven's will, which makes people feel cold in their hearts.

Yan Ming looked up, knowing that he had attracted a remarkable being, and bowed his head in worship.

Those eyes were so deep that they seemed to be able to see the disappearance of the starry sky and all kinds of terrifying scenes of the evolution of the universe.

It glanced at Yan Ming without any color, as if nothing existed in front of it.

With a loud bang, the turbine started spinning, and a blazing law of the Tao fell down, wrapping up the nine-orifice stone man with a dragon-patterned black gold sword on his forehead, and disappeared into the void along with the pair of terrifying eyes.

At the same time, in the ancient Taoist temple, a special energy spread invisibly, which made Yan Ming and this Taoist temple inextricably linked.

At this moment, it was as if a gap had opened up between heaven and earth. The true blood in Yan Ming's body actually began to surge slightly, and his holy power overflowed, making people want to kneel down.

Countless fire crows cried out and surrounded him, like stars surrounding the moon. The true fire of the sun became more and more terrifying, boundless and seemed to burn through the void.

When Yan Ming restrained his breath, he found that he was much closer to the seventh heaven. According to this trend, he would become the Saint King in no time.

Everything was over, the altar was empty, leaving only a piece of metal.

It is pitch black all over, as dark as ink, the size of a fist, covered with dragon patterns, simple and natural, like a black hole, or as clear as a black gem, deep and timeless.

"This is..." Yan Ming blinked and looked at the black gold with dragon patterns without saying a word.

Was that person just now the Supreme Being of Immortal Mountain? Or perhaps a holy being from another restricted area?
The mythical sacrificial spell that Meng Dao obtained could actually connect to that kind of existence.

Things in this world are truly magical!

Yan Ming's eyes were moving and his thoughts were in a mess.

Normally, one needs to possess the Ancient Emperor's Token to communicate with the Forbidden Zone Supreme. For example, Duan De, possessing the Ancient Emperor's Token, entered the Taichu Ancient Mine and, with the Supreme's killing intent, aided his transformation...

However, the person Yan Ming met was quite cold and didn't even have the desire to talk.

The one who took away the sacrifice was most likely a supreme being from the Holy Spirit lineage, but he treated him as nothing.

"Is it because of the fire spirit? What kind of cause and effect exists between the stone man and the fire spirit..." Yan Ming pondered, taking the fairy gold in his hand, but had not yet figured out how to use it.

Although it was not as perfect as expected, having this special method made Yan Ming more confident.

If you can get a big shot from the Holy Spirit lineage, even if the other party is indifferent, everything will not be a problem as long as a deal can be made.

"Unfortunately, the only one who can be sacrificed at the moment is this Holy Spirit..." Yan Ming thought of an ancient dream, the fire spirit who sacrificed blood to the Holy Spirit's ancestral land.

To whom was the sacrifice initiated?
Heaven and earth? The Great Dao, or something else entirely... All sacrifices have their origins. What lies hidden within this is a matter of deep thought.

Yan Ming had a vague feeling.

This neglected sacrificial spell is the most precious harvest of the Ancient Dream Path, more precious than the Burning Technique and the Secret of the Previous Word.

"Perhaps, I can offer sacrifices to some existences that are so ancient that it is unimaginable." An idea popped up in Yan Ming's sea of ​​consciousness, and then quickly took root and sprouted, wanting to be realized.

The earth veins were empty, and as the divine flame spread, the deepest tomb was hidden, leaving only the stone tablet and three huge stone statues visible.

The Red Dragon of Thunder, the Golden Crow of the Sun, and the Vermillion Bird of Fire!

Thirty thousand Vulcan Crows were selected to guard the ancestral lineage and took root there.

Yan Ming obtained the "title" of the only descendant of the Holy Spirit's ancestral land, which he could use when dealing with the ancient royal family in the future. His background was not much weaker.

"I'm really sorry to trouble you this time." Yan Ming thanked Duan De without looking down on him and treating him as an equal.

The latter was flattered, and after seeing the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot, he couldn't stop smiling. He swore to God that he had seen nothing today.

"Saint Ao Sheng, I will soon go to Zhongzhou to search for ancient relics. But I have one thing to say, no matter how far away we are, I will do my best to serve you!" The fat Taoist patted his chest, showing some rare sincerity.

Although he was weak, he had his own expertise. He was so knowledgeable about burial techniques that even saints needed to ask him for advice, which made him quite proud.

Yan Ming smiled, feeling that the next time he would see this fat guy would not be far away.

"If you find an ancient corpse with divine blood, please tell this Saint and I will not let you suffer any loss." A light voice sounded, making Duan De shudder subconsciously. The touch on his shoulder was even more creepy. Everything was wrong.

He seemed to have heard this sentence a long time ago...where?

"Where exactly is it?" Duan De frowned, feeling like he'd forgotten something that concerned him. Before he could figure it out, a large sleeve flew out, piercing the clouds and air, creating a passage across the sky and sweeping him in.

"It's better to go to Zhongzhou later. There are two sacrifices here, and we still need you to preside over them."

Golden light rose, and two figures, one in front and one behind, stepped onto the Holy Cliff. Yan Ming did not enter the small world of the void, but took Duan De up to the sky and landed above the fifty-fifth mountain.

From this angle, the central holy cliff is clearly visible, and even a corner of the List of Gods can be seen.

The sun was blazing in the sky, and the divine object refined by the Great Emperor Wu Shi emitted thousands of auspicious rays of light and tens of thousands of divine clouds, so brilliant and dazzling that it suppressed all the evil in this place.

Soon, the ritual under the Fire Demon Ridge's veins was replicated again.

Yan Ming used dragon-patterned black gold as a sacrifice to honor the strongest person who came out of this world.

When offering sacrifice to Huang, nothing miraculous happened. Even when Yan Ming called out the real name of Number Ten, there was still deathly silence all around, with only the strange phenomena in the world caused by himself.

"That person is so deep in the heavens that he is unable to care for anything else?" Yan Ming was puzzled. He made a compromise and turned to sacrifice to No. 10 and Meng Tianzheng at the same time. The two ancestors of the secret realm method,

These two people are the ancestors of the secret realm law. All the creatures in the nine heavens and ten earths who practice this way have a karmic relationship with them.

As Duan De's grand sacrificial ceremony began, the sound of the great Dao rang out, and chaotic light surged. Yan Ming worshipped the altar, doing his best, hoping to connect to the two people he wanted to sacrifice.

The result is still failure!

"No reaction at all?" Yan Ming frowned, somewhat incredulous.

Is there something wrong with the way I open it?
That day, the unscrupulous Taoist was tossed around over and over again. In the end, his voice became hoarse and he howled at Qingming, just like an old wolf.

"What on earth is this lord trying to do..." Duan De gasped, extremely confused, wondering what the point of doing this was.
Names like Shi Hao and Meng Tianzheng are nice, but I’ve never heard of them.

An ancient supreme being? Or perhaps a supreme being from the Holy Spirit lineage? It was truly puzzling.

"Such intense work necessitates extending the life of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar!" Duan De muttered, demanding a pay raise...

On this day, the various sects in the Eastern Wasteland received the news passed down by Yan Ming and began to act quickly, collecting the supplies needed by the Saint from various channels. Although this request was a bit strange.

Yan Ming also sent his incarnation to the Taichu Ancient Mine to search for the Phoenix Blood Red Gold left by Emperor Hengyu.

Soon, with the help of the various sacred sites, Yan Ming gathered a wide variety of animal milk. The people sent by some aristocratic families played a significant role, as they specialized in preparing animal milk products. For example, Ji Haoyue's nanny had nursed Da Yueliang and possessed a deep understanding of animal milk.

Many ancient families kept powerful beasts in captivity, and the milk produced by some of these mothers was very effective for young children...

No one knows why a saint would be so interested in animal milk, but Yan Ming has given his request, and he will give the most satisfactory answer even if it means overcoming all difficulties.

"Even if there are no difficulties, we will create them and move forward!" The big shots of Yaoguang Holy Land gave work instructions and strived to be the best.

For a time, the southern region was in turmoil, and many ancient beasts living in the depths of the wilderness were captured.

The situation in the Northern Territory was even worse. The Jiang family had mobilized all their forces to search for powerful and rare species in order to gather enough milk.

There was a small episode in which someone saw a black dog that looked like a calf near Zishan Mountain. They were very surprised and thought it was an ancient alien species.

Members of the Jiang family immediately appeared, set a trap, and captured him. They tied him up like a pig, and then, while holding him, they were spotted by Yan Ming's incarnation who had just walked out of the Taichu Ancient Mine...

Three days later, jars of milky offerings were piled on the bronze altar, more than nine thousand jars in total.

The huge cauldron was floating and sinking, with tens of thousands of black dragons surging in it. There was a bonfire in front of it, and a unconscious black beast became the main sacrifice. Its four legs were facing up, and it was tightly bound by the dragon-binding rope. It looked like it was about to fall into the cauldron at any time.

On the desk, the flames from the Lihuo stove and the Hengyu stove shot up into the sky, and the powerful and vigorous waves were like the vast ocean.

In the center stood two one-foot-long shrines, and behind them was an endless starry sky, vast and deep. It was the Jiuli Map, one of the supreme imperial artifacts of Zhongzhou.

On the two shrine tablets, the one with dragon-patterned black gold was engraved with 'Shi Hao, the Emperor of Desolate Sky', while the one with phoenix-blooded red gold was inscribed with 'Meng Tianzheng, the Teacher of the Immortal Emperor'.

There are also two talismans with the five words "I love drinking animal milk the most" painted on them, as well as "Ode to the Emperor Huang" written by Yan Ming himself. As the saying goes, one knows the poison of human hearts in childhood, and the supreme power is not based on bones... The deeds of the Emperor Huang are very touching.

The other one is "I have one regret, that I have not been able to become an immortal", and Yan Ming wrote "The Human Way to Destroy Immortality" himself.

The talismans were all hung on the sun banner. The former scepter was changed into a banner by Yan Ming and used in special sacrificial ceremonies.
"Sacrifice again!"

As the saint spoke, the high priest Duan De walked forward with a numb face, knelt down in front of the altar, and cried loudly.

"Huang, my brother! I'm here to bring you some animal milk...

"Wuwuwu... Number Ten, are you still there?"

A shrill voice resounded through the sky, and Duan De gradually got into the mood, sobbing uncontrollably. For the right to use the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Pot for one year, he had really risked everything. At this moment, his acting skills exploded, causing the corners of the mouths of the people watching the ceremony to twitch.

Jiang Taixu had a serious face and no expression, and so did Fairy Caiyun behind him. The veteran actor had profound acting skills and would not laugh out loud no matter how funny the story was.

The others didn't have four thousand years of experience, so their expressions were a little out of control.

Especially the little girl beside Ye Fan, her delicate eyebrows knitted together, and she asked in a low voice: "Did Uncle Duan De have a relative who passed away? If so, will Nannan cry too?"

She felt that Duan De was pitiful and cried so sadly, and she felt very sympathetic towards him.

Ye Fan rolled his eyes, without any emotion in his heart, knowing that this fat guy was so shameless just because of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Pot.

But then again, if I were in their shoes, I would be even more shameless.

Complete control over the ultimate imperial weapon is more terrifying than the nuclear weapons on Earth. It can really be fired directly, and any powerful person who is touched will die.

At the same time, Ye Fan felt that the bizarre scene before him was very strange.

The 'Number 10' was absolutely terrifying, as he could even be worshipped by a saint. However, the object of the sacrifice was so unorthodox.

On one side is a sacred monument made of phoenix blood red gold and dragon pattern black gold, and on the other side is a sacrifice of animal milk. It is presided over by an unscrupulous Taoist priest, and a big black dog is also placed on it. It looks weird no matter how you look at it.

"Holy Body, you go and light the talisman paper later." Just as Ye Fan was watching from the sidelines, an old Taoist came over. He looked ordinary, but his restrained aura made it difficult for people to calm down.

"The Crow Taoist... a living fossil who has been immortal for three thousand years."

Ye Fan instantly remembered the information in front of him, was secretly shocked, and nodded quickly.

Although he did not become Yan Ming's subordinate, he still owed him a favor.

Last night, Ye Fan saw the corpse of a holy body at Jiang Taixu's place, and obtained the secret practice method of the holy body lineage from it, which cleared the obstacles in his life.

He is no longer the useless person that others say he is. As long as he has enough talent, he can become a saint, and his status will rise sharply, and he will be no worse than the saints of the major holy places.

Less than three years after joining Beidou, he had already received another loan of gratitude.

The Southern Territory's rescue, his two recommendations for him to become a disciple of the Great Void Saint, and this time, his Saint Body cultivation method...

It’s not over yet, it’s really not over yet!
The unscrupulous Taoist's miserable cries soon woke up the sacrifice. Black Emperor opened his eyes and saw a huge black cauldron.

"Yaoguang's black gold tripod with dragon pattern..." Its pupils froze, and it saw the two furnaces beside it. The one on the right was clearly the Hengyu furnace.

The starry sky behind should be the Jiuli Map, and that aura should be correct.

What happened?

What's the point of this?

I remembered... I wanted to steal two sheep, but it turned out to be a trap and I was ambushed.

"Am I in a dream now? I actually saw this divine object!" Suddenly, saliva flowed from the corner of the big black dog's mouth. He saw the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot displayed on the altar with an extremely greedy look.

But why are all these supreme imperial weapons turned upside down? The perspective is wrong.

There is also a chicken not far away... No, it should be a phoenix bird, its blood concentration should be very high.

The next moment, Black Emperor returned to reality and was terrified. His eyes turned upside down and he saw the two saints with auras as powerful as the abyss. His eyes turned black, the hairs on his body stood up, his body twitched, and he almost fainted.

I dare not open my eyes, hoping it is just an illusion!
Yaoguang Ding, Tianyan Can, Hengyu Furnace, Jiuli Tu. Four supreme imperial weapons floated up and down, and in front of them stood two divine tablets, surprisingly, dragon-patterned black gold and phoenix-blood red gold.

That phoenix bird is actually a saint-level being.

The sound of a frustrated dog barking rang out, and the Black Emperor howled miserably, "Damn it! Is there any justice in the world? What kind of devil's den have I walked into?"

It actually became a sacrifice!
"With such a grand formation, the sacrifice must be at least a saint-level pure-blooded ancient beast. That Phoenix Bird is a good choice. This emperor is so poorly matched. This really can't be done. I've ruined all these arrangements!" The Black Emperor howled, struggling continuously, barking at the two saints...

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