Covering the Sky: Becoming an Emperor Through Sole Cultivation of the Sea of ​​Wheels

In the weapon-refining room, several supreme divine materials were being smelted in a furnace, with radiant light shooting into the sky, displaying a dazzling array of colors.

It dyed the entire Black Mountain with five colors.

The supreme energy flowed, incomparably peaceful, incomparably miraculous, and incomparably vast!

The scene was so grand that even the Dao patterns Mo Wuji had inscribed beforehand to conceal it couldn't be hidden.

Countless Golden Crow clansmen inside Black Mountain were mesmerized by this scene, almost stunned. "Amazing! Are the clan elders refining artifacts?"

"I've been here for several years, but this is the first time I've seen such a big scene."

"That's not right! A powerful enemy just came to our door, and even Ancestor Xuan Yi went out to meet them. Why would the elders risk starting to forge weapons at this time?"

"You guys come with me to the weapon-refining room."

Then these few bold Golden Crow clansmen saw ashes along the way, some of which were the remains of Golden Crows, and some of which were parts of the mountains.

"Oh no! Enemy invasion!"

The piercing cry of the golden crows echoed throughout the entire Black Mountain. All the golden crows in the area gathered together, each wielding a weapon, and charged towards the weapon-refining room at the core.

This is quite troublesome for Mo Wuji right now.

He devoted all his divine power to activating the true fire of the sun, and once his energy was diverted, it inevitably affected the refining of the divine weapon.

So, I'm sorry, Mo Wuji can only resort to a dimensional reduction attack.

As the gourd stopper was pulled out, a wisp of deathly energy emanating a terrifying aura escaped. In an instant, all the light vanished, and the interior of Black Mountain was filled with wailing and howling, as if it had fallen into the netherworld.

In a short while, all the golden crows in the entire Black Mountain died.

Three days later, the old Golden Crow Xuan Yi, his Taoist robe torn, his body covered in wounds, and golden blood flowing through his veins, returned to Black Mountain.

His appearance was incredibly miserable, but his enemies fared even worse; the powerful figures of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty had most of their bodies burned away by him.

Without a miraculous cure, he will never recover in this lifetime.

Looking at the multicolored Black Mountain, Xuan Yi wondered why they had started refining weapons so early.

Could it be that Prince Lu Ya couldn't wait any longer?

Where are the children? The ancestor has returned to the mountain, why haven't they come to greet him?

Xuan Yi stepped into the cave in Black Mountain without any warning.

Mo Wuji sensed a powerful aura approaching. Could it be that the old Golden Crow from before has returned?

This time he did not hesitate and poured out the death energy from the purple-gold gourd.

Boundless black energy surged from the purple-gold gourd like an inverted waterfall; this deathly energy possessed earth-shattering power, obliterating all things.

As soon as the old Taoist Xuan Yi came into contact with the black energy, he exclaimed that something was wrong!

He unleashed the Golden Crow Speed, leaping and retreating explosively.

But it was too late!

He had just rushed out of the cave when he plummeted straight to the ground, dying instantly, his entire body losing all vitality.

A powerful figure has died just like that! If word gets out, I wonder how many people will sneer at him.

Mo Wuji immediately began to reclaim his death energy, having learned a lesson from his previous actions.

All the treasures belonging to the Golden Crow Clan were reduced to rubble under the corrosive influence of the Quasi-Emperor's death aura.

This old golden crow also possesses a legendary weapon.

Don't ruin my precious baby!

Mo Wuji took the corpse of the old Taoist Xuanyi back to the weapon-refining room and found a precious fan on his body.

This precious fan is entirely golden and is made of 108,000 golden crow feathers, with mysterious Taoist patterns engraved on it.

This is a genuine, top-tier weapon.

With a gentle wave, this Golden Crow Fan can unleash endless solar essence fire.

The essence of the sun is refined from the true fire of the sun, and the two are vastly different in power.

This precious fan is a timely help for Mo Wuji at this moment.

With the Golden Crow Fan to start a fire, Mo Wuji's burden of refining weapons was greatly reduced.

Mo Wuji was a little embarrassed; the transport captain was just too considerate.

They killed so many of them, yet they still went to great lengths to send me such a suitable treasure. What a kind bunch of people!

The Golden Crow Clan is not so extravagant as to provide every member with a soul lamp; that is a privilege reserved for those who carry out secret missions.

However, a month has passed, and the Black Mountain stronghold and the Golden Crow Dynasty have been out of contact for more than a month.

Even the most oblivious person should realize that something is wrong.

However, the entire Golden Crow Clan is now incredibly arrogant, believing that no force on Ziwei Star dares to provoke them in this way.

Therefore, the Golden Crow Clan initially only sent a few teams to make contact.

Mo Wuji naturally accepted all of these offers.

Finally, on this day, the true form of the Golden Crow King descended!

This is an old golden crow with a terrifying battle record, comparable to a Great God King.

He has lived for over 3,700 years. In this world, being alive is the best proof of one's strength.

This old golden crow lived a life of great renown, and at its peak, it dared to snatch the goddess from the Human King's Palace, making it a truly legendary tale.

This behavior is no different from human desires, but he is famous throughout the world, unlike human desires which are condemned by everyone.

Sigh, it's all tears when I talk about it.

However, this old golden crow's arrogance did come at a price; in the great battle with the current Human King of the Human King Palace, its foundation was damaged.

It has been in seclusion for over two thousand years and has not emerged from the world.

This time, Mo Wuji has returned to the scene, indicating that his actions have truly dealt a heavy blow to the Golden Crow Clan.

Mo Wuji was in the weapon-refining room, but he felt as if the entire world was pressing down on him.

This forced him to spare a sliver of his attention and send out a divine thought.

The Golden Crow King was a middle-aged man who resembled a demon god; his mere presence silenced the heavens and earth.

A pair of golden eyes held the imagery of collapsing mountains and rivers, the passage of time, and the annihilation of stars—an image of unparalleled vicissitude and terror.

This is indeed the unparalleled demeanor of a peerless king.

Looking at the Black Mountain, which had transformed into a treasure mountain of divine soil, the Golden Crow King remained calm.

Sensing Mo Wuji's probing divine sense, the Golden Crow King's face flashed with a hint of disdain.

"You dare to take the lives of so many of my people! Hand over your treasures now, and I'll let you die without pain!"

The Golden Crow King's voice was vast and far-reaching, echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

Mo Wuji didn't say much; he didn't have time to deal with such a nobody. He directly released the death aura of a quasi-emperor.

You think you're so great at fighting? But what good is being great at fighting?

In this world, power and connections matter. Which side are you on?

If you want to fight me, you'll have to get past this first.

"Hahaha······"

The Golden Crow King's long laugh made the sky tremble.

"It seems that I have been out in the world for too long, and people have forgotten me."

"You think such a trivial skill can stop me?"

"Once I drag you out of the mountains, I will expose your entire clan and wash away the shame of my people with their blood!"

King Golden Crow unleashed the essence of the sun, a divine object that could only be extracted from the true fire of the sun over a long period of time.

But the Golden Crow King unleashed ten thousand paths with a wave of his hand, demonstrating that his cultivation was truly profound to a terrifying degree, with boundless divine power.

The myriad golden rays resembled ten thousand stars crashing down, radiating endless light and heat.

But when this extremely terrifying solar fire fell on the black mist swirling around Black Mountain, it did not cause the slightest ripple.

No unusual phenomena occurred; it was as if a gust of wind had blown by, and the essence of the sun was extinguished by the ordinary black mist.

An eerie silence fell over the world.