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

Chapter 97: Unlocking the Cage and Revealing the True Self

In a corner of the Holy Cliff, tens of thousands of five-colored jade stones were arranged in a special pattern to form a magnificent altar. Even if it was only a prototype, it caused the void to vibrate, the chain of order to surge, and it emitted a mysterious and mysterious Daoist rhyme.

With the joint efforts of the seven ancient ancestor kings, the construction process of the star domain teleportation array was very smooth. Yan Ming left a wisp of his soul in the Silver Phoenix Immortal Platform to pay attention to the progress of this matter.

Sages can open up small aeons and possess a certain understanding of space. The teleportation patterns found in some of the sacred areas of Beidou were carved by ancient sages and can span large domains. However, creating patterns for traveling between different star seas presents a completely different level of difficulty.

"Fortunately, I found a huge amount of five-colored jade in the small world of the Immortal Mansion, otherwise it would be a difficult problem to construct the star gate." Yan Ming's eyes were filled with void divine patterns, his hair was floating, and a ball of blue divine fire condensed in his hands.

This is a treasure that was created after the origin of the Blue Sky King's body was ignited fifteen thousand years ago.

The unscrupulous Taoist priest staged a Tomb Raider in Zhongzhou and robbed many magnificent tombs. Among them, the corpses of the divine bloodline were given to Yan Ming, and the burial objects were presented according to different proportions. Of course, Yan Ming would not care about these trivial matters.

With his current realm, even the Saint King can be easily subdued. At present, Duan De can only dig up the tombs in the realm of Zhan Dao, and can step into the Saint Tomb relying on the perfect Devouring Heaven Demon Pot. Anyone stronger will have to be accompanied by a fire slave.

After swallowing the Azure Divine Fire into his stomach, Yan Ming showed a hint of satisfaction on his face, and the Heaven-Swallowing Talisman in his dark left eye trembled slightly, becoming more and more magical.

"The effect is not as good as the Sun King Body, but it has a unique flavor. The true meaning of the blue sky is cold and distant." Yan Ming commented. He had taken a ball of Sun King Fire before, which was transformed from the origin of the Zhongzhou Sun King 30,000 years ago.

Four thousand years ago, there was also a Sun King who was beaten to pieces by Jiang Taixu. His younger brother, the Dark Night King, survived. A few years ago, when he learned that Jiang Taixu had entered the Saint Realm, he was terrified and now no one knows where he has fled to.

For Yan Ming at this stage, the strategic significance of Beidou has declined.

The various ancient royal families have come out one after another. If a bloody battle really breaks out, it will be difficult to stabilize the situation by relying on just one imperial forbidden weapon. It is better to open up another route through the starry sky.

The Ziwei star field is vast, with outstanding people and beautiful scenery, and there are no imperial soldiers or royal formations. Yan Ming can easily kill a lot of people and rebuild the ancestral land of the Holy Spirit royal family there.

According to the current progress, the star gate will be opened in about ten days.

Taking advantage of this time, Yan Ming, feeling at peace, led Yan Ruyu, Jiang Tingting, and the others on a tour of the Eastern Wasteland. This wasn't simply a sightseeing trip, but a journey of enlightenment. Ever since he had comprehended the avenues of nature at Taixuan Sect, he had developed this habit of occasionally wandering through the mortal realm.

The places they visited all had great origins, such as Wutong Mountain, where a divine phoenix was suspected to reside, and Mo Ridge, where a true dragon lived in seclusion.

Yan Ming's body was locked in the realm of the ninth level of the Saint by the Quasi-Emperor Dao Hen, but his soul was unhindered and he entered the realm of the Saint King.

The incompatibility between body and spirit will lead to some hidden dangers. Traveling to some special ancient places will have a certain positive effect on Yan Ming's state of mind.

Becoming a Saint King, or even a Great Sage or Quasi-Emperor later on, is sometimes not something that can be achieved through hard practice alone. It also requires peace of mind, spiritual sublimation, and a strong will.

The world of mortals is also a place for refining the mind. If the soul is liberated, the shackles deep in the immortal platform will be opened, and then the sublimation of the soul will be a natural result.

Over the past ten days, Yan Ming has walked out of famous mountains and rivers, and then entered some famous big cities to experience the various aspects of life.

On the last day, he entered a desolate area again and saw a corner of ignorance and suffering.

There are only a few hundred people in the village deep in the mountains. Productivity is low and everyone lives in poverty, working from sunrise to sunset.

The only decent building is the temple in the center of the village, which serves as both an ancestral hall and a temple.

The main god worshipped here is the Great Holy Body. Among a group of mortals, the statue with a faint divine power seems out of place. Even if it is just a statue created by a monk from the Sea of ​​Bitterness, it is too luxurious for a wild village. It is the hub of the blueprint for the unified planning of the upper forces.

A few years ago, Yan Ming hoped that the achievements of the Holy Cliff Holy Body would be known to the world.

The Central Region is his base and implements his will. It is the most remote area of ​​the country under the jurisdiction of the fourth-level sect under the Purple Mansion Holy Land. Yan Ming saw the faith body of the first generation Cliff Master here and was very moved.

"Zifu did a good job." Yan Ming nodded, and his impression of these holy places and major sects changed.

Zixia behind him blinked when she heard this and carefully observed the saint's every move.

Yan Ming stayed in this small village for a long time and saw the hardships of people's lives.

An abandoned, dilapidated house, covered with cobwebs and dust, with dark bloodstains on the innermost pit and a bowl of blackened brown sugar water.

A poor peasant woman died here because her uterus prolapsed after giving birth, making her look ugly and she was ridiculed by the villagers.

After a tiring day of farming, she prepared a pair of scissors and a bowl of sugar water, intending to cut off the "burden" herself.

She died here three months ago...

Yan Ming was silent. Sometimes having too strong spiritual power was also a kind of sadness. One could clearly perceive the past and could not turn a blind eye.

He wanted to know how the poor people in the village were doing. The first word glowed secretly, guiding him to this wasteland.

"This world shouldn't be like this..." Yan Ming shook his head and let out a sigh.

As the Lord of the Holy Cliff, he revered the First Cliff Lord, the Great Sacred Body, as a sage. These people, believing in the Holy Cliff and offering a wisp of their telekinesis, had formed an inexplicable connection with him. Yan Ming continued forward and came across a collapsed earthen kang, with a corpse buried within.

A very young girl, because of her outstanding appearance, became the target of some people's competition. In the end, she became a secret prostitute and died in the dust. No one cared, thinking that she had seduced men and deserved to die early and be reborn...

Yan Ming was lost in thought, and inexplicably felt that this place was very similar to the Bailuyuan in his previous life. The corpse of the girl in front of him reminded him of Tian Xiao'e.

The ending is very similar.

Yan Ming continued walking and saw another house with a dim light on. Inside was a young man in tattered clothes, but there was a bright light in his eyes. Tomorrow was the time for a small sect to select immortal seedlings...

It’s a very ignorant natural village. There is no telling how many places like this there are in the entire Central Region.

It may take ten years for an immortal seed to emerge here, and it also needs to be accepted by an immortal master. Normally, a cultivator from the Sea of ​​Bitterness can be born in a hundred years.

More than 90% of the casual cultivators in the Bitter Sea are unable to enter the secret realm of the Taoist Palace, and the Four Poles are even legends.

The Beidou Star Region has a very fragmented monopoly on cultivation, and most of the strong people come from holy places, aristocratic families, and major sects, which is why Nangong Zheng is particularly precious.

A casual cultivator can enter the second level of the Immortal Realm and be on par with the Holy Lord and the Emperor Lord, or even become stronger.

Behind Nangong Zheng are the blood, tears and regrets of countless wandering cultivators. Without the right door, it is difficult to enter the Taoist Palace.

"Rising from the depletion, no wonder the second-level immortal wants to fight for the immortality of this life. It can be seen how difficult it is for independent cultivators." Yan Ming sighed lightly, his mind expanded, and he felt that his past thoughts were wrong.

I only see the protagonists and supporting roles under the spotlight.

In fact, the only place where the creatures in this village are mentioned in the book "The Great Ruler" is the dark turmoil.

With one breath from the Supreme Being, tens of billions of vital energy surged out!
How cruel, how heartless, these mortals are like floating creatures, born and dying every day...

Yan Ming stayed in the wilderness until sunrise, and when he was about to leave, he made a decision.

"I need the coordinates of the Eternal Star Domain!" Yan Ming looked up at the Eternal Star Sky. He had never felt so favorable towards the Eternal Star Domain before. He wanted to seize the Fire of Evolution there.

Technology upgrades, productivity develops, and star civilization is promoted.

At least, the Central Region of the Eastern Wasteland, which recognized the dominance of Shengya, should not be in its current state.

What's the difference between the Central Region a hundred thousand years ago and now? Wu Shi and Qing Di attained enlightenment? These mortals languished in the sea of ​​suffering year after year, and who cared about them?
"The so-called golden age includes not only the geniuses, but all living things." Yan Ming's eyes opened and closed, and he gathered the women into his sleeves. Then he stretched out his hand to create dozens of golden patterns and stepped into the outside of the Beidou domain.

The dark universe is filled with desolation and silence, the vast and boundless starry sky, the dark background, and the cold outside world.

Looking at the Big Dipper from this perspective, a mysterious feeling comes to my heart.

"This is a deliberately arranged training ground." Yan Ming said to himself, and understood why many powerful people in ancient times never thought of changing the appearance of Beidou.

Born in sorrow, die in happiness.

Compared with Eternity, which ignited the fire of evolution, the people of Beidou are indeed very miserable, but the proportion of top powerhouses born in the latter is much higher than that in the Eternal Star Domain.

Many imperial weapons such as the Taihuang Sword, Jiuli Map, Xihuang Tower, Hengyu Furnace, and Void Mirror were honed in ancient times.

Since ancient times, there have been only two ancient emperors in the Eternal Star Domain, Eternal and Daoyan, who had two divine armors. Among them, the Eternal Emperor's armor was shattered by the Wushi Emperor, causing the Taoist tradition there to completely disappear.

From the perspective of a training ground, Beidou is far stronger than the Eternal Star Domain, but all this...

"What does it have to do with me? The so-called ancient land for training weapons... hehe, hehe." The corners of Yan Ming's mouth turned cold, and he had a new understanding of this world.

The Emperor Burial Star is the training ground for soldiers in this universe.

The vast Nine Heavens and Ten Earths are nothing more than a barrier of the Dharma Ending Age, a prison created to cultivate immortals in the mortal world.

He was about to break free!

Inexplicably, a secret technique started to operate autonomously in Yan Ming's body. The Bing character formula glowed, making his whole body clear and flawless. Every inch of his skin seemed to be made of fairy glass, like a sitting god of the time, full of light. The moment he opened his eyes, it seemed as if he was about to burn.

At this moment, Yan Ming's skull was cracking, the immortal platform was shining, and the immortal grass spirit in the deepest part was changing violently, constantly shedding pieces of fragments, releasing even brighter light.

This process is very similar to the breaking of delicate porcelain!
His mind was rapidly transforming, breaking free from the constraints of his old body, emitting a brilliant divine light, and an even more terrifying Ten Thousand Flame Sword Embryo appeared.

In the cage, recovery is against nature...

(End of this chapter)