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

Chapter 88: The Forbidden Zone of the Past Passes Away with the Wind, and the Three Emperors Return to the Green Tomb

After leaving Taixuan Sect, Yan Ming headed towards the Endless Fire Region.

He was an innate fire spirit and was revered by the world as the Flame Saint. He had an unimpeded journey all the way to the end of the Fire Realm, but the result was not satisfactory.

The cluster of fairy fire is gone, it has disappeared.

With Yan Ming's spiritual strength, a wisp of divine consciousness was enough to search the entire Fire Region thoroughly, but no matter how hard he searched every inch of the void, he could not find the Fire Phoenix.

The fairy fire is so vague that it is hard to find.

Yan Ming could only sigh at this, collect some of the flames, and continue moving forward.

After leaving the Southern Region, the two unknowingly arrived at the Tianduan Mountains. Yan Ming opened a passage and let Weiwei return to the Holy Cliff first, while he entered the mountains alone.

This was the ancestral land of the former Holy Spirit Royal Family, a major forbidden zone for life. From mythology to the ancient times, it had experienced countless glories and splendors, but now everything no longer exists.

A wisp of sword energy cut across the sacred peak, destroying all traces of the past, and nothing existed anymore.

Now only the strong wind falls, and the past of the spirit race is mentioned.

Yan Ming stayed here for a long time but found nothing. The ancient fairy palace in his dream was no longer there, and the forbidden area as high as the sky was destroyed. What else could be left?

"In a short moment, the world has changed, and the years have passed so much." Yan Ming was inspired. For a moment, his mind was empty, and he fell into a wonderful state of unity of essence, energy and spirit, and experienced the posture of divine prohibition.

It was unknown how long it took before he woke up. Two beams of sword light shot out of his eyes, cutting through the universe and strangling the 100,000-mile strong wind, making the Holy Spirit's ancestral land silent.

Yan Ming took action and opened up a void world deep in the Tianduan Mountains. He also personally built a cenotaph and offered incense.

The eternal forbidden area has disappeared with the wind, and the three emperors of the past have returned to their green tombs!
The glory in the long river of time is no longer there, the holy spirit of the past has returned to dust, and only future generations can pay tribute to it, leaving behind eternal sorrow.

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky from time to time. Gradually, wind and thunder began to rise, and a heavy rain fell in the central area, pouring down. The vision gradually became dim.

It was clearly daytime, but the sky was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of you. Only when lightning flashed across the sky did the earth suddenly become bright.

Yan Ming let the rain fall. The Taoist robe woven with jade silk and black gold thread on his body was impervious to water and fire, but his body could feel the breath of the rain and experience the consciousness of heaven and earth.

Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, mountains, rivers, and seas... all things contain spirits, not just the Holy Spirit.

Mountains and seas have souls!

In the midst of a raging storm, a black-haired Taoist priest sat lonely in the Tianduan Mountains. Regardless of the raging weather, he just sat there silently. His divine power was not apparent, but the four Nine Secrets of Dou, Qian, Xing and Jie continued to operate in his body, making his immortal platform more and more clear and dust-free.

In this state, Yan Ming's mind was empty, and he was in the ultimate state. The source of Tao in his body played the sound of the Great Dao, and the Burning Technique circulated around him, tempering his primordial spirit and the Dao fetus. His understanding of the scriptures became more and more profound.

The next moment, Yan Ming suddenly looked up and looked at the eternal blue sky. The endless rain seemed to have lost its outline in his eyes. The chains between heaven and earth were intertwined, leaving only the origin of the Tao.

He seemed to have opened a door, knocked on a door of potential deep in the fairyland. In the blink of an eye, the Tao was like a source of water, and good things came after bad times. The rain in the sky turned into the essence of fire, flowing upstream, piercing through the dark clouds, and condensed into a true sun, hanging high in the universe, illuminating the ten directions of the sky.

"The Dao Mind has transformed...it's actually him. No wonder he can suppress the Seventh Cave Master..."

Someone saw this mythical scene from afar and was very surprised. He stopped where he was, thinking about the difference in spiritual power between the two sides. After a long time, he sighed and turned to leave.

"King Lin, the fire spirit is right in front, why are you..." The people around him were puzzled and confused.

After all, they had come here for each other, and now they had finally run into each other, but had to turn back. The Seventh Cave Master would definitely question them after they returned.

Lin Tian Zu Wang looked indifferent. He glanced at the Zu Wangs of the subordinate tribes around him and said expressionlessly, "Ao Sheng is qualified to be crowned king, on par with me."

These words shocked everyone around, and they dared not ask any more questions. They followed King Lin Tian and left.

On the other side, at the end of the sky, red clouds and divine patterns flowed, and a terrifying existence appeared. He was wearing a set of red-gold divine clothes, and his whole body was covered with fiery clouds. He came from the Blood Phoenix Mountain and was also born.

As time went on, the displacement caused by the butterfly became larger and larger.

"Very strong, that kind of aura... is indeed not comparable to that of an ordinary ancestor king." The Nine Phoenix King's hair was flying, and his eyes were fixed on the figure in the Tianduan Mountains, with a hint of fighting spirit in his eyes.

He stayed there for a full stick of incense, and finally came to the conclusion that the Fire Spirit should not have reached the pinnacle of the Saint King yet.

"Is he a saint or a saint king?" asked an old mountain master of Blood Phoenix Mountain.

"Judging from the aura of his divine consciousness alone, it should be the latter. But whether he will be given a title or not will only be known after the battle." The Nine Phoenix King spoke with a serious expression, believing that this was a powerful enemy.

A descendant of the Holy Spirit royal family, with the golden eyes of Dao Jie and the ancient imperial weapon.

Any one of them is not simple. Only the ancient royal family knows how powerful the other royal family is. Even if the Holy Spirit's ancestral land was destroyed in the ancient times, now that the ancestral artifact has been recovered and the family has returned to the royal family, all the ancient clans will recognize it.

Especially the ancient royal family!

Respecting other royal family members is also respecting oneself. In this regard, the royal blood clan has the same goal and spontaneously maintains their small circle.

The Nine Phoenix King opened and closed his eyes, and said quietly: "As fellow fire wielders, this is a good opponent. I hope he can make my blood tremble."

"Don't move rashly. He has the Heaven Refining Gourd in his body. Even you can't avoid the Chaos Sword Light."

The old master of Blood Phoenix Mountain shook his head. Their ancient books recorded the great reputation of the Liantian Gourd, a weapon that shone brightly in the ancient divine war.

The bloodiness of that battle was so great that even the ancient royal family was terrified. More than one ancient royal weapon was broken into pieces, and even the immortal cauldron was shattered.

Even though the Black Gourd has flaws now, it still makes many important figures wary of it.

"How could I not know that a man like Ao Sheng would let himself go and dominate the world? I will fight him fairly. It has nothing to do with Blood Phoenix Mountain." The Nine Phoenix King said nothing more. He turned into flames and disappeared into the vast sky and earth.

The old man looked at Yan Ming deeply, his eyes flickering, and left the next moment.

With the emergence of the ancient clan, a corner of the golden age was opened, and it was unknown how much trouble it would stir up.

Yan Ming seemed unaware of all this, he was just realizing his own path.

During the three months in the Tianduan Mountains, Yan Ming refined the divine fire obtained from the Fire Realm, strengthened himself, and was almost on the verge of entering the ninth level of the Saint realm.

On the day when it rained, he stayed in the divine forbidden area for several hours. His various enlightenments made rapid progress and his practice improved by leaps and bounds.

But it is still a step away from breaking through.

In the time that followed, Yan Ming continued to adjust his state, and successfully entered the Divine Forbidden Realm several times, savoring the unique scenery of this realm.

He had a feeling in his heart, a different kind of realization. When the Supreme Being stays in the Divine Forbidden Realm forever, everything will become empty, and there will only be one invincible self in the world.

In the chaotic ancient times, the Supreme Being was called 'The Invincible One of Humanity', a very realistic title.

"It is better to seek within yourself than to seek techniques, methods, and truths." Yan Ming's eyes opened and closed, and the laws of time flowed in his eyes. His figure became increasingly blurred, and wisps of golden light flowed, turning into a chain of order that spanned the sky and the earth.

With the small success of the Xing character secret, his power of time reached a higher level, and the golden light on the ground was perfected to the second level.

The body merges into the void and moves across the sky!
Yan Ming's mind and soul were empty, a golden light flashed, and the whole person appeared outside the Beidou domain. The speed was unbelievable. This was the true Great Sage-level escape speed.

"If I had the exact coordinates, the universe is so big that there is no place I can't go." He said to himself, looking at the starry sky, and then turned around, his figure was still in the Tianduan Mountains.

Yan Ming came out of retreat with a calm expression. Even if the ancient clan was secretly watching him, he didn't care at all and embarked on a journey to the Northern Territory.

Halfway through, Yan Ming saw a familiar figure, it was Zixia.

This Saintess of Purple Mansion was very reserved, not as calm and arrogant as before, as if she had become a different person.

Yan Ming deduced the cause and effect and traced back to the past. He saw a scene that happened several months ago. The Xiantian Daotai and the Immortal Eyes had a confrontation. The reason was that Zixia took the initiative to invite them to compete.

The result was not surprising. Daotai was defeated by Weiwei, who had practiced the Qianzi Secret and the Emperor Sutra.

Even though no one knew about this battle, she still felt depressed. She had experienced too many failures since her debut. Now, when she looked at the world, she no longer had the arrogance of the past, but only peace. She was not a special person!
He failed to become an apprentice, lost the battle, and the only thing he was proud of, his Daotai bloodline, was not as invincible as he had imagined, and was surpassed by someone who came from behind.

When Zixia passed by the Tianduan Mountains, she looked out into the distance, stayed for a long time, and then set off again, silently polishing herself.

"It's rare to have such an understanding." Yan Ming was slightly absent-minded, thinking of the girl's bright and charming spirit, and he sighed softly, and manifested in the world.

Zixia was in a daze. She looked at the man in black robe with an expression of disbelief. She actually met him here by chance.

She hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to greet him and said respectfully, "Greetings, Saint."

"The world is full of chaos, and you are seeking peace in this chaos. You are going in the wrong direction. You have lost your sharpness and it will be difficult to continue on the path."

Yan Ming looked calm. With his vision, he was capable of guiding a junior of the Four Extremes.

"A temporary failure is nothing. Your foundation is insufficient. Your body may fail, but your mind cannot..."

He stood with his hands behind his back. His voice was not loud, but it resounded throughout Zixia's sea of ​​consciousness, shaking her delicate body. These words contained the sound of the great way, and were like the roar of a dragon and the cry of a phoenix, which could awaken a person's heart.

Zixia seemed to have just woken up from a dream, her expression was very dazed, and there were traces of Taoist traces in her eyes, which were somewhat similar to the pattern of Yan Ming's pupils.

"I might... follow the saint, even as a waiter." Zixia requested, feeling very nervous as she had been rejected twice before.

Yan Ming was silent and walked forward. The woman was dejected, mistakenly thinking that she was rejected again.

When she looked over again, she found that Yan Ming had walked more than ten meters away without any afterimage. She suddenly woke up, walked quickly, and landed behind the saint with indescribable excitement on her face.

When they arrived in the Northern Territory, Yan Ming had another holy body beside him...

"Ao Sheng entered the Ancient Emperor Mountain!" This news quickly spread among several members of the ancient royal family, causing quite a stir.

"This person is too strong. If he were here, the princess would have a hard time achieving enlightenment."

Deep in the Chaos Dragon's Nest, an old man frowned with a heavy expression. He was one of the few people who knew Yan Ming's true realm.

The first one was the Great Sage Kunzhou. After he was born, he cast out a ray of incarnation, saw through Tianduan’s true appearance, was shocked, and told him about the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest and the Golden Cave, who were on good terms with him.

"Are we going to make enemies with them? We are both members of the royal family, so this method is not advisable. If Shengya's great holy body can still be used, anyone who takes action will face a catastrophe and the clan will be wiped out." An ancestor king of the Golden Cave explicitly opposed this and believed that they should be on good terms with the Holy Spirit royal family as the two lines have a connection dating back to ancient times.

This proposal was quickly recognized by the other ancestral kings...

Deep in the Purple Mountain, Yan Ming took out a piece of divine source, thought for a moment, and then took out a holy fruit for Yang Yi to take to help her wake up.

This is one of the three holy fruits of Shengya. Jiang Taixu's Taoist partner refined one, and the other one was left for Xiao Tingting.
The last one was originally supposed to wait for Jiang Taixu, but plans cannot keep up with changes.

"Trading the divine fruit for the forbidden weapon, Shengya needs this kind of foundation." Yan Ming's aura merged into the void, concealing his own existence, and the two little followers were taken into his sleeves.

As the holy fruit liquid dripped into Yang Yi's mouth, the essence inside quickly bloomed and ignited her vitality. Only half a minute later, the Yao Chi Saint Lady who lived ten thousand years ago woke up.

The divine moon was hanging high in the sky, the moonlight was bright, she was extremely confused, her big eyes gradually brightened, as if she remembered everything.

In the dim cave, Yan Ming's soul left his body, and the Pure Lotus Demon Fire surged out, condensing into two huge bone hands. One picked up Yang Yi, and the other grabbed a place in the void. The existence in the dark was indeed drawn out.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay."

The space collapsed, and a terrifying aura appeared, chilling and piercing, like thousands of steel needles piercing the soul. This field was blatantly resisting the pressure of the Holy Way.

Yan Ming frowned and controlled the flame skeleton to spread down. Not far away, a monster covered with red hair appeared. Every inch of it was covered with thick red hair, which was more than half a foot long. It was ferocious and terrifying, like a devil.

At this moment, facing the demonic fire hand, the red-haired monster roared softly, stretched out a terrible red-haired claw, moved forward and then retreated, with a horrified devilish look in its eyes.

"boom!"

A black light bloomed, the Liantian Gourd floated up and down, and the divine meridians surged out to suppress it.

In an instant, accompanied by ghostly roars, ninety-nine and eighty-one black flags rose up, fluttering in the wind, as if to fight against the supreme imperial weapon.

Yan Mingxiantai's crazy warning made his expression more solemn and he stared at the situation intently.

Soon screams were heard, and the red-haired monster struggled in pain, illuminated by the light of the ancient imperial weapon.

He did not activate the forbidden weapon and gave up the chance to die together. Xiantai regained a bit of clarity, tears clearly rolling down his eyes. At this moment, he was curled up on the ground, howling like a wounded beast.

"You are... Zhang Lin..." Yang Yi stepped forward and asked in a trembling voice.

The red-haired monster suddenly fell silent, with its back to the woman. Yan Ming clearly saw that the eyes were no longer sinister and vicious, but only filled with endless sadness and tears.

"You've got the wrong person. Zhang Lin is already dead. This is ten thousand years later."

"No, you are him." Yang Yi shouted, tears on her face, and tried to break free from the Pure Lotus Demon Fire on her body.

Yan Ming was silent for a moment, and the demon fire skeleton dissipated. The lovers from ten thousand years ago met each other, but the ending was destined not to be perfect. The human and the demon were separated and it was difficult for them to coexist forever.

"I don't have much time. Even with the imperial weapon suppressing me, it can only allow me to temporarily regain clarity for a moment." Zhang Lin's voice was helpless and lonely. He knew his current situation.

He had no regrets about being able to see his confidante for the last time. He was grateful to Yan Ming and said some warning words.

"You are very powerful and young, but the karma of Master Yuan Tian's lineage is too great, and it is difficult to get rid of it once you are infected..." Zhang Lin was very sad and took out a small flag. This was a forbidden weapon made by the Immortal Emperor in the past. Ninety-nine and eighty-one large flags were combined into one, possessing the supreme ancient imperial power. Once it erupted, even the quasi-emperor would be killed.

"My life has come to an end. I don't want to live in a muddle anymore. Ending it with an imperial weapon is the best outcome."

"No!"

A heart-wrenching cry was heard. It was Yang Yi. She was crying so hard that her face turned pale. She hugged Zhang Lin tightly, and was unwilling to let go even though her lover from ten thousand years ago was now terrified.

After a few breaths, Zhang Lin also cried, and the two hugged each other and cried bitterly, both knowing that this was the last time they would see each other.

What is the saddest thing in life? It is separation between living and dying!

Yan Ming was silent. He came here with utilitarian motives, but he was still moved by this scene and could not calm down.

"I have a technique that can make you fall into an illusion and sleep for a hundred years." He sighed softly.

As the 'nightmare sky fog' spread, the two fell into a dream. Yan Ming's fingertips pulled the law of time and the origin of illusion, weaving a new life for the two.

The story is not thrilling. It is set in the 21st century on Earth and tells the story of two childhood sweethearts who get married as they wish.

They had two children, one son and one daughter, both of whom were admitted to higher education institutions. Their family was well-off, and they spent their lives together.

The only regret was that their son and daughter climbed Mount Tai during a class reunion after graduation from university and left in a coffin pulled by nine dragons.

The two were sad for a long time, but they still endured the grief and looked after each other. Fortunately, their children returned home when they were sixty years old. They both achieved some success and brought back some magical medicines.

However, due to the lack of spiritual roots in their bodies, they were unable to practice. At the age of 130, even though they were nourished by spiritual objects, the quality of the spiritual objects was not very high, so the two elders both came to the end of their lives.

At the moment of his last breath, Zhang Lin's true spirit revived. He looked at his white-haired wife beside him, carefully stroked her cheek, tears rolled down his eyes, and he smiled and nodded at Yan Ming in the sky, then closed his eyes.

In this life, he has no regrets and has experienced both happiness and sorrow. At this moment, Zhang Lin is in a peaceful state of mind and faces the moment of waking up calmly.

Ye Fan, who was guarding the two elders, seemed to be petrified. Emotions were surging in his heart. He couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality. He stood there motionless, as if all his energy was drained away, and collapsed to the ground.

He couldn't accept this scene and ended up crying. He couldn't get rid of the guilt deep in his heart.

"Father, Mother..." A young girl in purple rushed over from a distance, tears streaming down her face, and threw herself into the arms of her parents...

Outside Purple Mountain, hundreds of people dressed in mourning clothes stood solemnly. Zixia and Ye Fan supported Yang Yi on either side. The latter was in tears and almost fainted while holding the jade jar of the ashes of Zhang Lin, the fifth generation Yuan Tianshi...

(End of this chapter)