Covering the Sky: A Guide to Proving the Dao Without Cheats

Chapter 109 Bathing in Imperial Blood

As mentioned in the original novel "Covering the Sky," the so-called Other Shore Realm is a realm of transformation.

Legend has it that ancient powerful beings who cultivate the Sea of ​​Wheels Secret Realm alone undergo a transformation involving nine lives and nine deaths.

Finally, it broke free from its cocoon and transformed into a butterfly, achieving perfect enlightenment. As soon as it emerged from seclusion, the clouds in all directions stirred, and extraordinary phenomena soared into the sky.

Although Luo Heng did not cultivate a single secret realm, the principle of transformation was the same.

Over the next seven days, the cauldron was filled with spiritual energy, and various strange phenomena appeared around Luo Heng, with the phantom of a small immortal realm slowly unfolding around him.

Above the vast sea, the vortex of Guixu devours everything, its depths unfathomable, as if the entire world is pouring into that bottomless abyss, without end.

In the distance, a celestial island floats amidst swirling mists. A purple unicorn walks through the air, each step causing purple energy to surge and ripple across the void, as if depicting some ancient Daoist principle.

High in the sky, the divine phoenix spreads its wings, scattering five-colored divine light between its feathers.

The ethereal figure of an immortal soared through the sky, graceful and otherworldly.

In the very center of this small world, a Bodhi tree, sixteen feet tall, stood silently, its emerald-green branches swaying gently, each movement scattering countless rays of light.

Luo Heng's transformation has begun.

At this moment, he had fully unfurled the projection of the Great Luo Heaven, enveloping himself within it. Simultaneously, he merged with the Heavenly Heart Mark, with the Qilin Divine Medicine standing on his left, the Divine Phoenix-shaped Immortal Medicine on his right, and another humanoid Immortal Medicine floating in front of him.

Behind him stood the sixteen-foot-tall Bodhi tree.

It can be said that the buffs are fully stacked.

For the first seven days, Luo Heng was radiant and full of vitality, with strange phenomena and various sounds emanating from his sea of ​​consciousness.

After seven days of this, the radiance gradually faded, and the sky above the dragon-patterned black-gold cauldron became somewhat dim. Luo Heng's body no longer had any luster, and he was like a withered tree, his vitality contained within, no longer leaking outwards.

On the eighth day, his body shrank and withered, looking like a rag compared to its previous glistening appearance.

On the ninth day, his internal organs ceased functioning, and compared to his previous vitality, he was now lifeless.

On the tenth day, his bones turned gray and dark, no longer white and clean, as if they were about to decay and could not last long.

This is the transformation of the Other Shore Realm—the cultivator's flesh, organs, and bones will wither and die, followed by a unique rebirth, undergoing nine consecutive blood and bone replacements to complete the transformation.

On the eleventh day, Luo Heng slowly opened his cloudy eyes and murmured to himself, "Have I reached my limit?"

Immediately, he silently activated the Undying Emperor's "Blood Rebirth Secret Technique," and began to frantically devour the divine energy in the divine liquid, as well as the power in the blood of the Taiyin Emperor.

He was like plants that had survived the harsh winter, now bursting forth with renewed vitality and boundless energy.

The cauldron shone brightly, brimming with life essence. Luo Heng's blood and essence were reborn, surging like a long river, the sound so loud that the entire dragon-patterned black and gold cauldron hummed softly.

His heart pounded powerfully, like a drum beating loudly. His internal organs vibrated in unison, like the clanging of music. His bones creaked continuously, the ashen color receding, revealing snow-white jade, each bone translucent.

Previous injuries—whether skin, internal organs, or bones—though long since healed, this time the body's regeneration has undergone a complete baptism.

The entire body was spotless and completely reborn. This transformation lasted for several days, but it was not over yet; it was only just beginning.

As Luo Heng absorbed more and more divine liquid, an extremely yin and cold power enveloped him.

It was a primordial chill from the very beginning of creation, so cold that it made his soul tremble and even his thoughts freeze.

He seemed to feel a chill creeping up his dark sea of ​​suffering. A primordial, deathly stillness, an aura of ending all things, spread across his dark sea of ​​suffering.

He even felt that the countless divine gates around him were being strengthened and nourished—streams of divine energy poured into those tightly closed gates, and although they were not yet activated, they seemed to be evolving into a world.

Among them, the "door" which is related to the "yin" attribute is nourished the most.

Luo Heng could only grit his teeth and endure it desperately.

After an unknown amount of time, the chill subsided.

Luo Heng slowly opened his eyes. At this moment, his body was flawless and crystalline, as if sculpted from fine jade. His eyes were like stars in the night sky. A powerful, perfect, and even sacred aura swirled around him.

He glanced at the still deep red liquid around him, then slowly lowered his head—about ten feet below the bottom of the cauldron, a layer of transparent airflow acted like a wall separating the top and bottom.

Below it, a golden liquid, boiling like magma, was slowly flowing.

Yes, Luo Heng had only bathed in a divine liquid made from the blood of the Taiyin Human Emperor.

The divine elixir, refined from the blood of the other eight ancient emperors, lies beneath this cauldron. With each deeper level he ascends, he is bathed in the divine elixir made from the blood of one of the ancient emperors.

Luo Heng adjusted his physical condition slightly, and then slowly sank down until he broke through the air barrier.

"thump"

Luo Heng entered the second level, where the divine liquid was refined from the blood of the Sun Emperor.

It was a cycle of prosperity, decline, and then desolation. Then, it activated the Undying Emperor's secret technique of blood-soaked rebirth, absorbing the divine liquid.

"Buzz—"

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The intense golden light ignited his entire being.

That heat is not the scorching of flames, but the source of the true fire of the sun, burning away all impurities and forging the purest foundation.

Luo Heng's Bitter Sea, which had been strengthened by the power of Taiyin, was already very powerful, but because it only possessed the power of Taiyin, it was somewhat unbalanced in terms of Yin and Yang.

But at this moment, the terrifying power of the sun god poured into it, and his already abundant divine spring seemed to be ignited.

A towering burst of light shot into the sky, piercing directly into the clouds from above the dragon-patterned black and gold cauldron.

Luo Heng felt that some of the divine treasure gates related to the "Yang" attribute within his body were also being nourished and strengthened.

A thunderous roar came from behind the door, as if a tremendous change had taken place inside.

At this moment, the Yin and Yang forces in his sea of ​​suffering finally reached a new balance, just like a Yin-Yang diagram of life and death, operating perfectly and harmoniously.

Within it, the forces of life and death, yin and yang, constantly transform and operate, seemingly containing all the mysteries of the world.

Once he had finally adapted to the divine liquid in the second layer, he then sank into the third layer—a divine liquid refined from the blood of the Fighting Saint Emperor.

It was a cycle of prosperity, decline, and then desolation, followed by the activation of the Undying Emperor's Blood-Soaked Rebirth Technique.

A surge of overwhelming fighting spirit instantly filled his mind.

That wasn't killing intent, but a pure, unwavering fighting spirit, as if it wanted to forge his entire being into a weapon.

Countless battle scenes flashed before Luo Heng's eyes. A blurry figure wielding a long staff struck the heavens above and the netherworld below, each strike possessing the power to shatter the heavens and the earth.

His blood began to boil, every drop of blood cheered, and every bone responded to that fighting spirit.