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

Chapter 87: The Sword of Destruction, but Seeking the True Heart
Throughout the entire night, the palace was tossed and turned like a raging ocean, and only at sunrise did it calm down a little.

Yan Ming was born a saint, and apart from dreaming, he had almost no need for sleep. But he fell asleep peacefully last night. The beauty in his arms was so soft and boneless, as if she was made of water, swallowing up all the anger and fire he had accumulated.

In the early morning, the morning glow was brilliant, like scattered gold, shooting into the small world of the void. After being transformed by the ancient palace's array pattern, it actually bathed the two people on the bed.

Yan Ming opened his eyes and found that his condition had declined and his spirit was not perfect. He looked at himself in the mirror and found that the golden thread deep in his pupils had dimmed, which made him feel uneasy.

"I have been hurt by alcohol and sex to this extent." He opened and closed his eyes, sitting on the rosewood bed, feeling that last night was ridiculous.

The ancients said: Drinking too much will harm you, the Tao is boundless, and you should be cautious when practicing.

"Yaoguang boys, you are pushing me to drink too much. What are you thinking?"

"From now on, no alcohol!"

Yan Ming let out a long breath and found that the beauty beside him was gradually waking up with tears in the corners of her eyes. He immediately felt pity for her and couldn't help but comfort her again. He turned over and covered this beautiful girl who was as white and crystal as ivory.

The woman said nothing, taking and giving as she pleased. At this moment, her brows were slightly lowered, and she held the Sage of the Last Dharma in her arms. There was an inexplicable charm on her fair and pretty face, and it was shiny and crystal clear.

She stretched out one of her arms, white and tender, and gathered her hair that had fallen down last night. Her posture was so beautiful and charming that it made people's hearts tremble.

The beauty let Yan Ming do it to her again. Seeing that Yan Ming's breathing had slowed down a little, she endured the fatigue of her body, gently stood up, helped him lie down, and sat up to massage his back.

She possessed the secret arts of Buddhism and Taoism, and had barely withstood the boundless tide yesterday. She was in good condition now.

"What is your name?"

"I am An Miaoyi, and I have the honor to serve the saint." An Miaoyi's voice was very soft and pleasant. As she had just received the saint's grace, her face had a bit of a woman's charm, but more of it was pure and otherworldly, like a fairy banished to the mortal world, with skin as white as ice and bones, a body as white and smooth as snow, and a little bit of glow.

After the battle, Yan Ming was so soft after being served by her that he reached out and pinched her slender hand and said, "You are a good person. I am grateful for your kindness last night."

An Miaoyi said: "I will never be able to repay the kindness that the saint has shown me in my lifetime."

Yan Ming could clearly feel her heart pounding, not as calm as she appeared, but he didn't care and just smiled.

"Since you are here, why not stay by my side and be the one who controls the gourd?" Yan Ming pointed with his finger and took out the Immortal-Slaying Gourd.

The ancient imperial weapon spun around, shrank to three inches in size, and became as clear as a black diamond. It landed on An Miaoyi's palm, making her jade hand translucent and smooth.

"This is..." The beauty opened her mouth slightly, her face full of disbelief.

"Consolidate your foundation well. Once the Four Extremes are perfected, I will go with you to Zhongzhou. Transforming into a dragon through the Nine Transformations will be a piece of cake."

Yan Ming smiled. An Miaoyi's appearance was so beautiful that he deliberately blurred the relationship between his benefactor and the singer.

It's just a matter of taking a trip.

In terms of facial features, among the women Yan Ming has seen, only Yan Ruyu, Tianxuan Saint, and Yaochi Saint can compare with her.

Her beauty, which is almost forbidden by gods, almost makes people ignore her past.

Yan Ming felt sympathy for this poor person in the original novel and could not feel alienated from her. He was very kind to her and gave her a piece of his own Yang Order.

After the passionate lovemaking, Yan Ming stood up with the help of his attendants and enjoyed a moment of peace.

Normally, he could be ready to go with just a thought, but today he took a full quarter of an hour before going out. In a blink of an eye, he was already deep in the earth veins.

Next to the fire altar, a tall figure was waiting.

Yan Ruyu, An Miaoyi and others have gained something and need to go into seclusion. This time they came to obtain the Fairy Eye.

Yan Ming's inventory dissipated, and his mood was peaceful. He just nodded to Weiwei, and then led her across the void and headed straight towards the Southern Region.

All of Taixuan!

"Only the Divine Forbidden Law can truly unleash the power of the Jie Zi Secret."

The sky was filled with clouds and Yan Ming's eyes were deep as he looked down at the mountains and rivers. Soon the 108 peaks of Taixuan came into view.

He did not go to Zhuo Peak, but came to the adjacent Xing Peak and deliberately revealed a trace of his aura. Soon, the head of Taixuan Sect and the master of Xing Peak showed up. Even though they did not see the saint, and only the woman beside the saint was there, they were very nervous.

"My saint will be in seclusion here for ten months. I hope you two seniors can give him some convenience." Weiwei chuckled. She was wearing a golden dress, with a divine light flowing on her forehead. She looked very mysterious, and even the powerful could not see through her.

"The saint's presence truly brings honor to Taixuan's humble home."

The Taixuan Sect Leader spoke in a gentle tone, as if they were equals. He took out the token and said, "Dear guest, please do as you please. If you have any trivial matters, please come to me."

With the consent of the host, Yan Ming opened up an ancient cave on Zhuofeng Mountain and began to retreat to sort out what he had gained during this period.

With the primordial spirit as the main focus, operate the secret of the word "qian", perform the secret of the word "dou", and comprehend the secret of the word "xing".

Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Shu, Zu, Qian, Xing, Yan Ming mastered the three secrets, and when they were put into operation together, they complemented each other, making the ancient cave full of tiny light spots like star tracks, and the traces of the Tao were intricate and ethereal.

Ten days later, the nine-tiered ladder to the top of Zhuofeng changed into a jade-like building, and a sense of growth and prosperity grew rapidly.

"The Way of Nature... the tradition left behind by the sage who founded Zhuofeng."

The black-haired Taoist in the ancient cave suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils changed from brilliant to dull, from dazzling to deep, as if he had also experienced an evolution from prosperity to decline.

On the quiet and peaceful peak, the Taoist spirit of the plants and trees flows, and the "Tao" and "Li" of the ancient sages are intertwined, giving rise to a wonderful scene.

Ordinary people see the natural way, but Yan Ming draws inferences from one instance to another and comprehends the meaning of the blending of fire and wood, which makes people think deeply.

Wood gives birth to fire, and nature contains the true meaning of the eternal fire.

Lili on the grass, one year and one withered.

Wild fire, in spring!
The Great Dao was like an abyss of heaven and earth, with Yan Ming at the bottom. There was a scent of grass and trees flowing around him, as if he had transformed into an immortal root. As the Golden Crow burned the sky and spontaneously combusted, flames burst out from the 365 acupoints. The Pure Lotus Demon Fire, the Fallen Heart Flame, the Nanli True Fire, the Sun Golden Flame, the Phantom Demon Divine Fire and other 'strange fires' swayed, emitting different auras of the source of the Great Dao.

Gradually, the flames dissipated, and Yan Ming's murderous aura disappeared. His pupils lost their sharpness, and he seemed to merge with Zhuo Feng. Flowers and plants suddenly appeared out of thin air around him.

The Tao is born in one thought!
In this process, Yan Ming seemed to have opened up a whole new world, another prototype of the Great Way of Fire, the Hengyu Sutra, immortality, and nirvana... All these things made him deeply realize.

"The will of nature can actually elevate the Hengyu Sutra... causing it to transform."

Yan Ming's pupils were pitch black, with a strong fire vein inside. He was sitting upright at this moment, his eyes staring like swords, the entire Zhuo Peak was in his eyes.

This ancient place is very special and is not as simple as it seems!
The fire in the wood was burning fiercely. Many people were looking at the 108 peaks of Taixuan Gate except Zhuo Peak, observing the strange changes of Zhuo Peak from afar, and many of them showed surprised expressions.

It was clearly a flame that could burn the sky, but it did not harm the herbs. Tranquility and terror intertwined, covering the entire Zhuo Peak, like a prison on the ground, isolating everything.

"The chain of order materializes, condensing into the flame of the Great Dao. What kind of existence is this..."

"At least he is a king of the third level of Immortal."

Around, some people were whispering to themselves, gazing at Zhuofeng with serious expressions.

Soon, the headmaster of Taixuan Sect and several supreme elders showed up, blocked the news, and personally guarded outside Zhuofeng.

Yan Ming was in a daze about everything and was feeling the way of nature with his whole body and soul. The feeling of the fusion of fire and wood made him feel like an arrow on a bow string, very tense, but the mystery of it was always elusive and he could not really touch it.

He had a premonition that if he could understand this, the fire of the source of Tao might be able to be sublimated to a new height.

At this moment, the source of Tao played divine music, and gradually, Yan Ming's heart became as solid as a rock. An illusory butterfly appeared before his eyes again, and with a flap of its wings, it emitted endless ripples of time.

Finally, on the silent Zhuo Peak, all the scenery disappeared from his sight.

Only a seed remained, falling into the dust, carrying with it the faint traces of the Nine Mysteries.

On the distant holy cliff, An Miaoyi suddenly woke up, and the Liantian Gourd beside her soared into the sky, emitting infinite Taoist rhyme, spanning countless miles, and landed above the Zhuo Peak of Taixuan Sect. The sun's imprint was immortal and became the only one between heaven and earth.

The hazy fog was surging, and Yan Ming saw one group of pictures after another. An ancient seed, rooted out from the endless soil of disaster, had nine leaves, and exuded infinite vitality.

This ancient map brought him great benefits. His understanding of the Way of Wood increased rapidly, much faster than his usual practice.

As the ancient species flourished, reaching its peak, its leaves resembled swords. When the nine leaves fluttered, the world turned upside down, and the sword energy cleaved through the universe, unleashing unparalleled terror. It was a sword herb of the end of the law, its divine might unparalleled, piercing heaven and earth, resisting the transformation of the heavenly calamity, and truly omnipotent.

"One sword sweeps through the ages, destroying the palace of heavenly tribulation!"

Yan Ming was stunned. This was a method completely above the Holy Way. A quasi-emperor, or even a supreme being, expounded the true meaning of the sword way with the sweeping branches and leaves. Any law would be terrifying when it reached its extreme, and the sword way was even more fierce. Combined with the immortal characteristics of plants, it was extremely terrifying.

The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass uses its original sword energy to seal the heavenly calamity, with unparalleled style.

The entire sky was blasted open, the avenue roared, and even the heavenly calamity was annihilated, but it was also bleeding, and its leaves were oozing with divine blood, suffering injuries.

"A muddled life is worse than a glorious death!" These are its words, as well as its motivation and belief to break free from the shackles of the wood spirit and reincarnate into a real life.

At this moment, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass was covered in white sword light. Endless sword energy tore through the sea of ​​stars, split the universe, and slashed towards the sky.

"boom!"

After another round of thunder and lightning struck, the heavenly tribulation was about to dissipate and was about to end. Light rained down, and the light of heaven appeared, covering the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass and pushing it to transform.

However, a crack appeared on the source of the sword grass, and then continued to expand, it was... disintegrating!
Heaven and earth do not allow plants and trees to become spirits!

"boom!"

When the last ray of lightning fell, the immortal root paused, then struggled to soar into the sky, using all its strength to cut out the last ray of sword energy. It was the light of the Supreme, and the aura of the heavenly tribulation was comparable to that of the Daoist Lord, destroying everything.

"Life and death, death and life, the ancient sword grass that splits the sky..."

Yan Ming heard such a voice, and then everything disappeared. There was no Nine-Leaf Sword Grass in the world anymore, only a dead immortal fairy root remained. It was discovered countless years later and refined into the ancient imperial weapon.

For a long time, Yan Ming did not move, like a stone statue spanning the ages. The two magical medicine seeds on his body emitted a trace of divine light. The dormant magical medicine spirit was very sad.

With a light sigh, Yan Ming finally picked up the Liantian Gourd and knew the source of the sword energy in the gourd, which made people sigh.

"Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, the elixir of immortality from the mythical era... but it has voluntarily gone to destruction..."

It is hard to imagine that a miracle drug would be chosen in this way.

It could have persisted forever through the cycle of nirvana, like other elixirs of immortality.

"Even if we fight against the heavens, death is nothing... This is a sword that cuts through the shackles of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths in the end of the law. It's a pity for the immortal grass." Yan Ming shook his head, feeling very sorry. This is a fellow of the peerless sword grass that fought against the four immortal kings in the Perfect Era.

The number of immortal elixirs is limited. The power of a sword grass like this one is absolutely terrifying, perhaps comparable to the ancient Fusang tree on Ziwei Star, but it fell under the heavenly calamity.

All the wise men in ancient times have died, and only one has escaped like the Green Emperor!
"What a shame, respectable!"

Yan Ming took a long breath, and then his eyes regained clarity. One of the nine secrets turned into a seed, which was imprinted in his heart, broke through the ground, and became eternal life. He completely obtained the secret of the word "Jie" that was nurtured in nature.

The practitioner of the Immortal-Slaying Gourd had obtained the secret of the word "Jie", which then triggered ripples in the dream path and allowed him to see the mythical scene.

Yan Ming understood clearly and saw through it all.

At this time, a divine flame appeared between his eyebrows, carrying with it a vibrant green. There was peace in all directions, and this cluster of green flames radiated infinite vitality.

This is the flame derived from Yan Ming's enlightenment, which melts the way of fire and wood.

After a few breaths, the emerald green flame dissipated and returned to pure flame and the scent of grass and trees.

"Maybe there really is fire in the wood between heaven and earth, similar to the flame of life." Yan Ming deduced, with a flickering fire in his eyes, his figure became increasingly hazy, his mind became empty, and then a hint of sword intent emerged from his body, wanting to cut off the sun, moon, and stars.

Under the divine forbidden domain, the secret of "all" was activated automatically, allowing Yan Ming to stand on the peak and see a corner of Taichu. It was the Great Sage Barrier...

For three whole months, Yan Ming had been in seclusion in Zhuo Peak. His appearance at this moment immediately caused a huge sensation in the Southern Region. Many people flocked to Taixuan Gate, hoping to see the glory of the Flame Saint.

"I've been bothering you for a while now..."

Yan Ming spoke in a gentle tone and met in person with several high-level officials of Taixuan Sect.

Several supreme elders were terrified and did not dare to bother the saint. The longer they lived, the more they knew the horror of the holy way of the Dharma Ending Age. They were in the right position.

"The saint is in seclusion here to gain enlightenment, and Zhufeng has prospered because of this. As for this, Taixuan is very grateful." The head of Taixuan Sect said with a smile, extending his hand to invite the distinguished guest to take a seat.

Yan Ming did not refuse, and this time he really owed Taixuanmen a cause and effect.

Unexpectedly, the elders of Taixuan did not ask for protection or divine objects, but instead talked about a child.

"That child, Yunfei... I want him back." An old man, his aura decaying, staggered out of Star Peak and bowed deeply to Yan Ming. This was the previous master of Star Peak, still alive, halfway into the Path of Slash, but ultimately unable to achieve the Third Immortal Realm, his lifespan was nearly exhausted.

At this moment, he only had one breath left, and his obsession was deep.

The other high-ranking officials of Taixuan Sect remained silent and sighed, feeling very indebted to the child.

When the ruthless lineage entered Taixuan to select the demon fetus, they chose the grandson of the Lord of Xingfeng. He was equivalent to sacrificing himself for the entire Taixuan Sect.

"I don't ask for magical materials or ancient scriptures, but I ask for my true heart... This is Taixuan." Yan Ming stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the 108 main peaks for a long time without saying a word.

There is a reason why this religion flourished in the original timeline.

Yan Ming looked at the elders sternly and said to the Taixuan Sect's headmaster, "I'll help you! Give that child a choice, let him choose his own life."

A few hours later, in the deepest part of Taixuan Gate, a man in blue clothes, with red eyes, knelt in front of his elders and parents, crying.

He already knows everything.

Several people from the ruthless lineage also showed up, including a saint, two great kings, and originally there was one more, who was trapped in the Jiang family and killed by the background.

If the three of them stopped, any one of them could bring ruin to the entire Taixuan Sect.

From this aspect, it can also be seen that Taixuan lacks foundation and has not become a true slayer, and there is a gap between him and the holy land.

"One is fair competition, the other is returning to Taixuan. Which path do you choose?"

"Sage, I wish to return to Taixuan."

"You swear an oath. If the inheritance is exposed, I will personally skin you alive and grind your bones. I will banish your true spirit to the heart of the earth's fire and teach you to endure the punishment of fire for a thousand years!" Yan Ming's pupils were dark, and the lines at the corners of his eyes were straight, giving off a strong sense of oppression.

The three ruthless inheritors present knew that this statement was meant to intimidate them and support the Taixuan Sect.

"This fish is lucky." Saint Yaoguang sighed lightly, as if he had witnessed everything. After the matter was done, he bowed to Yan Ming and left. The aura of the saint that flashed by shocked the elders of Taixuan.

The other two also followed him to find new demonic seeds, which was not an easy task in a short period of time.

"The saint's kindness is so great that no one in Taixuan can repay it." Everyone in Taixuan Sect bowed together.

Hua Yunfei's relatives even knelt down and kowtowed. For Yan Ming, this was just a small matter that could be decided with just one word, but for them it was fate.

"The saint's great kindness is always in my heart... In the future, Yunfei will bring a piece of grass to tie a ring, and will never betray me, even if it means death. I will definitely repay your kindness today."

The young pianist, who had been given a new life, had tears in his eyes and bowed to his benefactor with a determined look in his eyes.

"If you want to thank someone, thank your teachers. I owe Taixuan a debt, and today is the perfect time to repay him."

Yan Ming didn't care about Hua Yunfei's promise. He turned around with Weiwei, took a step forward, and the secret of the word "Xing" cut through the sky and floated away, leaving only a deep Taoist rhyme.

"Another Nine Secrets..."

At the end of the crowd, Zhuofeng Li Ruoyu felt something, and the fire order in his sleeve shone brightly, emitting divine light.

If anyone else were to receive the invitation from a saint, they would definitely go crazy and follow him directly.

And he is still in Taixuan now. Seeing Senior Brother Xingfeng and his family reunited, Li Ruoyu nodded and returned to the ancient and primitive Zhuofeng, walking silently on his own path...

(End of this chapter)