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

Chapter 91: Eternal Blade of the Sky Sword, Immortal Mingde Quasi-Emperor

The light of the Yao floated, the demonic fire moved in clusters, and above Yan Ming's head, heaven and earth were in harmony, and violent fluctuations erupted. An indescribable aura spread and rushed straight into the sky.

The way to deduce is to understand the cause and effect trajectory of all things in the world. If someone can grasp this trajectory, they will be able to understand the past, present, and future.

Just as a dead leaf, falling from a branch, can be foreseen the moment it falls to the ground. Similarly, when a flying goose is struck by an arrow, its future fall can be predicted. These are simple enough that people don't think much of them, nor do they consider them prophecies. However, if these processes are further explored and complicated, they become what is known as deducing the secrets of the universe.

In this world, there are some "causes", and some "results" are sometimes foreseeable. This is what is called seeing through the secrets of heaven.

The power of this method was astonishing. In just a few breaths, two golden rays shot out of Yan Ming's eyes, and he saw a distant corner, extremely far away from the Holy Cliff. A golden crocodile was talking, and opposite it was a creature wrapped in chaotic light sitting cross-legged.

Even though they were far away from each other, the terrifying aura was like an abyss of heaven, ready to be unleashed, sending chills down one's spine.

"Buzz!"

A black light bloomed, and a certain fierce weapon on Yan Ming's body felt it and revived on its own, clanging in the sky and emitting a tremendous murderous aura, as if it was about to tear through the void and kill the enemy billions of miles away.

"This is... Kun Zhou."

Yan Ming's eyes moved slightly, and the divine flames behind him condensed into a skeleton of flesh and blood, and then turned into fingers and palms, firmly controlling the bronze spear.

This thing has killed a Heavenly King-level existence with a nail. After being re-refined by Yan Ming, it has also challenged the Ancient Ancestor King. It has a strong murderous nature, but now it has rebelled. Even if it has only revived on its own, it cannot be tolerated by the Lord of Arms.

Loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal!
"What a pity. Since I miss my old master, what can I do about it..."

A calm voice sounded, and many flames surged out, including the crimson-filled Hengyu Lihuo, the dazzling and brilliant Sun True Flame, the pure white and pink Jinglian Demonic Fire, and other flames, merging with the demonic fire skeleton.

At this moment, red, gold, and white served as the background colors, blending in with the Fallen Heart Flame and the Phantom Demonic Fire, ultimately condensing into a beam of divine flame, much like the combustion product of red jade and broken gold, so gorgeous that it was breathtaking.

A loud bang was heard, and the ancient fierce spear shattered and turned into boiling copper water, and the law patterns inside were re-melted.

Yan Ming shook his sleeves and took out a palm-sized piece of purple gold, which was crystal clear. He fused it with copper and recast it into a divine spear.

In an instant, a tragic aura spread, and a dark purple murderous soldier crossed the sky. The spear tip was stained with blood and was grabbed by Yan Ming.

This is a killing weapon used for stabbing, and it is just a rough draft now.

Yan Ming waved it casually a few times, and immediately pierced through the void, and the murderous aura surged out. If it were not for the protection of the magic circle, the aftermath would have caused the terrain to change drastically. This is simply the power of the Saint King.

With Yan Ming's current strength, he can definitely kill the Saint King with a spear thrown from a long distance!
The Heavenly King is not strong enough, limited by his divine power, there is a huge step between them.

"It's time to survive the tribulation."

Yan Ming's eyes flickered, and a golden pattern flashed under his feet. The void flipped, and traces of time and years spread out into the distance, and then appeared in the outer space again.

At this moment, the aura in Yan Ming's body overflowed, and the suppressed divine consciousness bloomed, instantly triggering the judgment of heaven and earth. Hundreds of huge dark clouds flew over, blocking the light, and darkness was everywhere. Only a pair of eyes filled with green mist remained.

"Boom!"

In a moment, a heavenly calamity descended, and the place became a sea of ​​thunder, turning into a world-shaking catastrophe, with endless lightning striking down.

Yan Ming stood still in the sky, a green glow surged between his brows, his grass-shaped spirit blossomed, emitting wisps of sword energy, extremely sharp, and then the wood path started a fire, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass divine fetus spontaneously combusted, each leaf was dotted with intricate patterns, as dazzling as the feathers of an ancient golden crow.

"The eternal sword flame will destroy the immortals!" Yan Ming whistled, and the burning nine-leaf sword grass shook, shooting out a tremendous sword light, and the sword light began to change shape, becoming a three-legged ancient golden crow, ready to pounce on the immortal realm.

At this moment, everything was silent, only Yan Ming's Dao was blooming, turning into boundless sword wings, cracking the sky.

He was using the heavenly tribulation to hone his skills, looking for deficiencies and then making up for them.

After being born with the talents of fire and space (time), Yan Ming attained enlightenment in Taixuan Sect, returned to fire and felt wood, and also touched upon the way of swordsmanship, but the most fundamental one was still the way of fire.

Starting from the fire element, reversely refine the five elements and prove the source of the wood element!
There were eighteen seas of thunder in a row, and Yan Ming was experimenting with new methods until a pale palace of thunder appeared. There was lightning in the air inside. It was an innate thunder spirit, shaped like a real dragon, with an extremely terrifying aura.

"The ancient mark of the Holy Spirit..." Yan Ming spoke, and a huge chaos stone appeared in front of him, which came from the Wushi Palace in Licheng.

In the original timeline, that location was discovered by a group of ruthless people, and the stone bed was naturally occupied by Yan Ming.

Similar to the purple gold taken out from the original lake, the chaos stone is also a quasi-emperor-level divine material. It is a restricted resource in the starry sky, and there is definitely not much of it.

The sound of the bell was long and long. Yan Ming was training his weapons in the thunder tribulation and tempering his own weapons. It was a divine bell, which was imprinted with the law of time. When it rang, all directions would ring, shaking the vast dark universe.

"A divine bell, truly entering the realm of time..."

Outside the Beidou Territory, a small golden boat was floating freely. The existence inside was awakened. Looking at the black figure in the thunder tribulation, he sighed. He saw through Yan Ming's realm and his eyesight was frighteningly sharp.

The peak of the fourth level of immortality is very powerful for the sentient beings in the Dharma-Ending Age, and can be called a god walking on the earth.

But in the eyes of a half-step quasi-emperor, it was too weak, too weak, and only the true meaning of time could move him.

In the endless lightning, the stone bell and the purple spear were moving, the divine light was brilliant, and there were thousands of rays of auspicious light, fighting together with the Lord of Arms to kill the ancient Holy Spirit Seal.

In the eyes of the mysterious being, the forehead bone of the person undergoing the tribulation is as bright purple as a painting, and there is a fairy lamp inside, which illuminates 365 acupoints, condenses the true one, and allows the essence, energy and spirit to be sublimated to the extreme, transforming to a whole new level.

That is divine purple gold, which shows that the fire spirit in the lightning has a great fortune. Only those with great luck can forge weapons with fairy gold.

The golden boat showed no sign of trembling at this; the creature inside just stared at it, its eyes as bright as a lake.

His state is very special, similar to the tortoise's breathing. With great perseverance, he has been polishing his Tao fruit here, waiting for the road to immortality to open.

It is difficult for external things to shake his heart, otherwise he would not be able to step into the realm of Quasi-Emperor...

"Boom!"

Endless flames danced, like tiny pieces of red gold, shining brightly. Yan Ming's immortal platform glowed, and with every step he took, it disappeared. The Yuanshen Sword Embryo finally worked, erasing the innate thunder spirit mark.

Seeing a fire spirit Vermilion Bird rushing towards him, Yan Ming's black hair flew, and he practiced the Dou character secret technique, then rushed forward holding the Hengyu Furnace. His fighting spirit was so strong that he almost wanted to turn the Tianjie Palace upside down.

As the heavenly tribulation continued, the soul light on Yan Ming's forehead became brighter and brighter. The immortal grass spirit in the immortal platform kept swaying, and it burst out with true fire that was enough to burn everything in the world, making him immortal.

Facing the last human-shaped holy spirit, Yan Ming united his mind and spirit, activated the Doutian Fenxian Gong, and his whole body burst out with an incomparable sacred aura. For the first time in the heavenly tribulation, he stepped into the divine forbidden area and fought a bloody battle with the ancient holy spirit lightning.

At this moment, the Golden Crow burned the sky, and boundless sword energy was stimulated, cutting through the universe, and no one knew how many asteroids were destroyed.

“This very special spirit aura and this technique are two of the Nine Secrets.

"The attack power that could touch the Great Sage's barrier would be too much, even for a divine prohibition. Could it be the legendary divine art? Or even an escape technique comparable to the Great Sage's..."

The creature in the golden boat was able to remain calm at first, but as the heavenly tribulation continued, a strange look appeared on his face. This was definitely a holy spirit with great fortune rarely seen in the ages.

Divine Mark Purple Gold, four of the Nine Secrets!

This is really rare. Even a quasi-emperor would be excited when facing such an immortal seedling. The laws of the nine celestial masters are of great reference significance to them, because many of the laws of the ancient supreme masters are selective and not suitable for others. Only those who have achieved enlightenment and their clansmen and descendants can exert the greatest power.

The Nine Secrets are different. They are extremely universal and famous throughout the ages. Even the Supreme Beings will study them in depth and apply them to other situations, not to mention the creatures below the Supreme Being.

"This child is destined for me, and worthy of my coming into the world once..." The ancient being spoke calmly and peacefully, his body entwined with cyan chains and a restrained aura. Since he had chosen to take action, there would be no accidents.

In the past, this ancient god had never moved, but today, he chose to end his slumber and bring the immortal seedling into his fold. This would come at a heavy price, but the rewards would be invaluable. Opportunities are fleeting, and for a creature like this, it's easy.

After the heavenly tribulation ended, Yan Ming stood in the starry sky, comprehending the power of the last human-shaped lightning, which was definitely the mark of the Heavenly Dao left by the Great Holy Spirit, but he was not sure which forbidden zone it was.

After a long time, he suddenly opened and closed his eyes, and an aura of perfection of the fourth level of the Immortal Platform surged.

At this moment, Yan Ming is comparable to the strongest Saint King. Even if he does not touch the divine prohibition, the Doutian Burning Immortal Art is activated, which is enough to fight against the King-level existence.

Although the two Saint Kings that Yan Ming had fought against before were both at the peak of the fifth level of Immortal, strictly speaking, they were still far from being crowned kings and could only be considered pseudo-kings.

The old ghost of the Jiang family is about to die, and the White-haired Ancestral King of the Original Lake has limited qualifications, which is a world of difference from the ancient royal family kings such as King Lin Tian and King Jiu Huang.

Just as Yan Ming was realizing what he had gained, a compelling sense of crisis emerged, causing his brows to twitch.

"Hey!"

In an instant, Yan Ming's body quickly turned into endless flames. The sword embryo of the immortal grass became violent, absorbing the fire source and slashing out thousands of sword lights, turning this place into a desolate area and preventing any contact with the mysterious power.

Along with the violent bombardment, lotuses appeared in the void, and the three chains of order clanged, shining brightly green, emitting a terrifying aura.

"Well, very alert!"

A sound came from a small metal boat, shrouded in golden light. It floated very slowly, flying out from the stars outside the domain. An extremely weak breath came from inside, as if it was reaching the end of its life.

The golden ship was suspended directly outside the domain, blocking the way. Divine patterns spread around it, blocking all areas.

"My young friend, I see that you are gifted with divine talent. Would you be willing to become my disciple? I will teach you the supreme manual." A deep voice sounded, and the voice was so weak that it seemed as if he was really going to die soon.

Yan Ming's eyes immediately turned cold. When he saw the small metal boat, he instantly thought of a conspirator in "The Great Ruler", a quasi-emperor when the road to becoming an immortal was opened!
When Ye Fan returned from Ziwei Star, he passed by the battlefield outside the domain and was planted with a divine consciousness mark by this beast. Later, an ancient holy Buddha from the Western Desert saw through it and removed the mark with great difficulty using the power of the Tao.

"You've set your sights on me. You know I possess the Nine Secrets and Immortal Materials, so you're tempted?" In just a moment, Yan Ming guessed the old ghost's mentality in the ancient ship almost exactly, and he sneered in his heart.

No matter whether this old fellow is now a quasi-emperor or half a step away from being a quasi-emperor, he is lucky today to have met the great and kind man Yan.

"Senior, do you have the Nine Secrets Immortal Scripture?"

"Of course there is. Wait until you become my disciple and inherit my Taoist tradition. Then you can become a quasi-emperor." The metal boat emitted vibrations, and dozens of divine lights spread in the void, very secretly, and rushed towards Yan Ming again. It would be great if it succeeded.

He didn't want to miss this fire spirit because it would be of great use to him in the future. Once he had seized all the immortal treasures from its body, it would be of immeasurable value whether as a disciple or as a cauldron.

"Keng!"

Yan Ming's mind moved, and with the Chaos Stone Bell on his head and the dark purple divine spear in his hand, he rushed out and pierced the starry sky. Before he could exit the divine forbidden state, the secret of the word "Ji" exploded tenfold. In an instant, terrible ripples spread, and dozens of green chains were poked out, and a large number of divine symbols burst out.

"Old man, can't you bear it anymore?" Yan Mingqing scolded.

His aura was as deep as the sea. He took a step forward, and the chains of order wrapped around his body clanged, emitting strands of primordial light. He stood at the pinnacle of fire.

"The eternal sword flame will destroy the immortals!" Yan Ming whistled, and his whole body turned into the immortal sword grass that was in nirvana and self-ignited. As soon as the sword was swung, the stars in the universe were eclipsed, and the world was created. He was really going to strike across the three thousand worlds.

With a "puff" sound, the sword light swept across, and the golden boat trembled violently. Countless rune patterns on the outside were looming, and then burst out with brilliant golden light.

"Even though I've decided to show up, being forced like this isn't pretty."

A faint sound was heard, and the ancient metal ship cracked. A terrifying Dharma image rushed out of it, filling the starry sky. It stood in the universe like Pangu, the creator of the world. It was a Taoist in human form, like the ancestor god of the ancient times.

He just stretched out a hand and shattered all the sword beams. He even had the leisure to grab them in his hand and feel them carefully.

"Using wood and sword as the foundation, integrating fire and air... and then using the supreme spirit tempered by the previous word secret to strike out, it is indeed amazing, but there are too many flaws. Sometimes the more you incorporate into a technique, the better. Doing so will only make it more complicated and difficult to master."

The Dharma image flashed by like a startled wild goose and shrank to the height of a man in an instant. It was an old Taoist with a gaunt face, an immortal air, and a cold aura. He appeared outside the Beidou domain, looking down at Yan Ming with a hint of ridicule, commenting on Yan Ming's gains and losses as if teaching a junior a lesson.

His hair was as black as snow, and his eyes showed signs of age, but he still had vigor. He was wearing an ancient Taoist robe, and he had a unique aura that moved people and was unforgettable.

"Then what should we do?" Yan Ming asked seriously, as if the big confrontation just now did not exist at all.

"Use that sword as the foundation to evolve your divine form, and then use it as the base to carve out your primordial spirit diagram. When you reach a higher level in the future, you can figure out how to integrate them. It's too early now..." The Taoist laughed and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Senior, are you a quasi-emperor?" Yan Ming asked the question in his mind.

Two quasi-emperors appeared before the immortal road. One of them, holding a divine spear, ended up in the dark turmoil and was slapped to death by the great tyrant Canglan, and all his blood was sucked away.

The old man in the golden boat did not say it clearly.

"My name is Mingde, and I am from outside the domain. I was a quasi-emperor a thousand years ago, but later I was seriously injured and fell. Now I just want to find a successor to fulfill my wish." The Taoist smiled, as if he saw what was in Yan Ming's mind, and told him part of the past.

In fact, this was indeed the case. He had broken through to become a Quasi-Emperor a long time ago, but this left behind hidden dangers. He only maintained the Quasi-Emperor status for a hundred days before falling again and nearly perishing.

For ages, this old Taoist has been cultivating his Dao Fruit, awaiting his return to his true self. (Chapter 1570 of The Great Ruler: "After so many years of suppression, it's finally time to return my Dao Fruit. I look forward to the path to immortality unfolding!" a voice emanated from the golden boat.)
"Mingde?"

Yan Ming raised his eyebrows and quickly recalled that this was the name of the elementary school he attended in his previous life, but that was not the point. The point was "Zhatian".

There was indeed a Mingde Quasi-Emperor in the original timeline, who also died in the dark turmoil. Unexpectedly, it would be the old ghost in the ship. Is it a coincidence or something else?

"My young friend is a genius, and you are destined to join my Taoist sect. It has been my long-cherished wish to choose a good disciple. It seems that my wish will come true today." The Taoist said leisurely, not in a hurry to take action, and slowly recovering his strength.

"Your Excellency Quasi-Emperor Mingde, do you have the Imperial Scripture?"

"I don't have the complete text, but I do have several volumes of fragments... and I also have the Mingde Sutra, which I painstakingly crafted. I believe it won't disappoint you, young friend. We truly have a master-disciple bond."

Taoist Mingde smiled, his face was very kind, and then he suddenly made a move, his eyes shining, and countless green chains of order rushed out, his fingers covering the sky, trying to suppress Yan Ming, lock his soul, and detain the scriptures and magic that the latter knew.

While speaking, the Taoist had already absorbed the essence of several star fields, and his condition had eased somewhat. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

"I don't have a true Quasi-Emperor Divine Chain, but I have some Quasi-Emperor Qi, which is stronger than the Great Sage." Yan Ming's eyebrows glowed, and strips of avenue light fell from the immortal platform like thousands of waterfalls flying down. The power of his primordial spirit was extremely strong.

He took a step forward, and golden light danced into a lotus. He traveled across the starry sky for thousands of miles alone, avoiding the attack, and then sacrificed a black stone statue, ready to send Mingde on his way.

The ancient statue resembled a ghost, extremely hideous, as black as ink, and full of ominous aura. At this moment, it was activated by Yan Ming, and it instantly burst out with terrifying quasi-imperial power, which seemed to be able to destroy all life.

"This is the Nine Stone Formation that was refined by the most powerful being in the ancient heaven with all his life's efforts. It is said that it has killed a supreme being (a great perfect holy spirit). Today, there is only a ghost statue." Yan Ming had disheveled hair and looked fearless.

Unfortunately, this is a forbidden weapon with a limited number of uses, otherwise the several ancient royal families in the Northern Territory would have been defeated long ago.

"If you can really hold on, I will admit defeat!" Yan Ming said faintly, waving his hands, and more array patterns flew out from his immortal platform and arranged outside to fill in the gaps in the killing array.

The array pattern that appeared later was the Hengyu clan's supreme magic array. Yan Ming had killed the Jiang family's foundation and dug up a large number of Jiang clan saints' graves. He had a deep understanding of the clan's killing array and now he used it...

(End of this chapter)