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

Chapter 1: Crossing the Heaven-shading Land, the Ancient Golden Crow in the Holy Cliff
The starry sky is vast, the time is endless. In all directions, up and down, the universe has substance, but there is no fixed place to seek it.

Time is like flowing sand, and it is hard to cross it again. From ancient times to the present, the universe has grown, but its beginning is unknown.

Time and space are difficult to describe, but Yan Ming had an illusion in his dream.

He seemed to have touched these two substances!
In the dream, I turned into a delicate butterfly, flying hard across the vast and boundless ocean. What passed under my body were traces of time, and the complex patterns spread out quickly, rendering a colorful avenue.

Below, dust was rising from the sea, and it was filled with fire, thunder, ice, black fog... and a terrifying aura was everywhere.

Compared with this vast ocean, a butterfly is too small and insignificant, and it will be difficult for it to reach the other side in its entire life.

"It is difficult for a butterfly to cross the vast ocean... Why did I have such a dream..."

Yan Ming's consciousness was blurred, and he only felt tired. There were dark bloodshot on his wings, and his life essence was constantly dissipating. Every flick of his butterfly wings was a pain.

In reality, he was just an ordinary college student, the only thing that made him special was his name. Having twenty-two scars in the mortal world, facing a trial with no end was pointless.

He didn't know how long it took before the butterfly fell. A drowning-like fear came over him, leaving him no time to react and all his senses were quickly withdrawn.

The dream is about to end!
Faintly, Yan Ming seemed to hear a sigh, as if it came from billions of years ago, with a heavy sense of history, yet also a sense of familiarity.

Everything fell into hazy chaos, deep darkness came, and then there was deathly silence!

Covering the sky, the post-ancient era!

In the Big Dipper star field, deep in the East Wasteland Holy Cliff.

At night, the stars are shining brightly and the moonlight is all over the sky.

A tall black peak stood, extremely wide and boundless, standing at the foot of the holy cliff.

The mountain was engulfed in flames. That was the true fire of the sun, gushing out from the veins of the earth. The horrific heat roared through the sky and the earth, as if to burn everything to ashes.

If this place had not been cut out from an ancient forbidden area, it would have definitely been reduced to ashes.

In the deepest part of the mountain, painful gasps were heard from an ancient cave.

In the midst of the rosy clouds, a three-legged divine bird was transforming from a ball of fire. It was already halfway through, its feathers gleaming with golden light, and flowing with star-like flames, it was crystal clear and sacred.

This is the birth of the Holy Spirit of Fire. The process is very difficult, mixed with blood and pain!

Blood flowed in the cave, and the traverser's eyes were becoming crazy. He was almost tortured to collapse by this bone-eating torture. What made him even more unbearable was the prying eyes in the dark, which were full of coldness and evil.

"Hey!"

Suddenly, there was a crow's cry, and the ancient caves on the entire mountain were completely boiling. Hundreds of thousands of fire crows flew out, covering the sky, surrounding the Fire Mountain, roaring in unison, and erupting with overwhelming power!
Not far away, a shadow stood motionless, its eyes filled with resentment and darkness, and a terrifying aura burst out from its body. It was the Holy Power, as deep as an abyss and as fierce as a prison. The oppressed Fire Crows kept retreating, and many of them fell into the air, unable to withstand the Holy Dao field.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

As if sensing that the Golden Crow's transformation was obstructed, the evil spirit smiled, but it did not move rashly. It was waiting slowly to seize the fortune of the Holy Spirit of Fire.

The crows' clamor continued, the sun's true fire in the ancient cave was boiling, Yan Ming was in great pain, the golden divine feathers on his body were flying, and most of his body that had already taken shape was cracked and was about to disintegrate.

But his vision became clearer and clearer, no longer chaotic and crazy.

"The Sun Fragments, the Holy Spirit Secret Art, the Black Mountain... I have traveled to the Heaven Covering Land. Is this the Immortal Mountain or the Holy Cliff?"

Almost instantly, Yan Ming released his spiritual thoughts and saw layers of dark mountains outside. With several pieces of information gathered together, his identity became clear.

When he traveled through time, it happened to be a time of war among the gods!

Yan Ming, a newly "optimized" graduate from Ganzhou, was also a fan of the Red Hair Master. That night, he voted for "The Great Ruler" and "Perfect World," which were on the list, and prayed to the Red Hair Master for good luck in the new year before falling asleep...

Unexpectedly, this sleep first turned him into a butterfly and flew across the ocean, making him tired and weak, and then he was hit by the pain of transforming, which almost made him die.

The ancient secrets of the sun, the secret arts of the holy spirit, the black mountain!

"I've actually become the Golden Crow of the Holy Cliff..." Yan Ming muttered to himself. This start had both good and bad sides. In the original timeline, 'he' faced the protagonists head-on, engaged the old madman, was defeated and fled, and then exploded with the Eight Divine Feathers and the Remnant Sun Art. After that, there was no further description, making him a very thin supporting role.

Yan Ming could remember this Holy Spirit Golden Crow. Firstly, he had read The Great Ruler dozens of times and was no ordinary fan. Secondly, although the Golden Crow had only appeared once, it was very powerful.

In the early days of Shading Heaven, Ji Haoyue, a mere Four Extremes, dared to brazenly attack and fight for the Chaos Azure Lotus. A Dragon Transformation cultivator was enough to dominate the world!
The leaders of the major forces are only at the peak of the second level of immortality.

The Golden Crow of Saint Cliff dared to fight the old madman, and although he was defeated, he was definitely a sage of the last stage. In the early stages of the Covering Heaven, he was extremely eye-catching and was one of the strongest in the Eastern Wasteland dungeon. If he could successfully emerge, he would be able to overlook the five realms.

The bad news is that you've been targeted by dirty things.

He is not the only saint-level existence in the Holy Cliff copy. The evil spirit outside the mountain also escaped from the old madman, and his footsteps are extremely extraordinary.

According to the description in "Zhan Tian", it may be the evil creature that was transformed from the arm of the Ancient Emperor of Immortal Mountain that was cut off by the Void, but its expressiveness is a bit weak.

At this moment, Yan Ming had no time to think about anything else. He held on to his original nature and kept to oneness, and according to the inheritance of the Holy Spirit and the guidance of the ancient scriptures in the nest, he underwent a difficult transformation.

This transformation lasted a full month. From the initial stumbling steps to the final leap as he mastered his torso and freed himself from the fiery womb, the entire process was a purgatory. The ancient cavern was filled with golden blood like a waterfall. The left wing of the central shapeshifter was severed, and two of his three legs were broken in two places. Blood was drenched, but strangely, the wings and legs did not fall to the ground, but remained suspended there, their breath extremely weak.

There is also a sun scepter in the corner of the cave, stained with divine blood and emitting a shining golden light.

This is the companion treasure of the Fire Clan’s Holy Spirit!
"Woooo..."

Suddenly, a strange black wind whistled, and a cold laugh was heard, like the miserable howling of a thousand-year-old evil spirit, causing the dark mountain to tremble continuously.

"boom!"

Strands of Dao traces appeared, and the void twisted, like the beating of a war drum, roaring, and a huge black hand covered with long hair stretched out, terrifying and captivating.

A shadow appeared, with animal hair floating around it, and Taoist patterns condensed. At this moment, a thundering attack was launched to kill the Holy Spirit.

"Buzz!"

The sound was so loud that it was almost inaudible. The ancient cave engraved with the patterns of heaven quickly shattered, and pieces of void collapsed. Pieces of Dao patterns floated around, interweaving and arranging in an incredible way, turning this place into the most terrifying point of nothingness. The terrifying and chaotic wind howled in the sky, as if it was going to destroy the world.

Outside the Fire Mountain, countless divine crows flew out, carrying the true fire of the sun, trying to block it, but they couldn't even get close, and could only wail continuously!
"Hehehe..." The eerie laughter sounded again, making people's hair stand on end.

At the critical moment, Yan Ming roared loudly, and a red cloud surrounded him. His broken limbs returned, and streams of golden blood turned into a source, forcibly gathering his body together - he still had strength left, and was far from being at the end of his strength.

The evil spirit was stunned, but it was greeted only by a pair of cold eyes!

"clang!"

In an instant, the situation changed, and the universe was in chaos. Yan Ming waved the golden ancient staff and swept forward. The endless sun fire was tens of thousands of times hotter than before, and everything it encountered turned into ashes.

In the original timeline, the old madman shattered the ancient staff directly after taking action, but the evil spirit in front of him obviously did not have that kind of strength.

"Buzz!"

The moon sets, the crows cry, and the sky is filled with frost. The entire eternal night is extremely bleak and solemn!

The next moment, a golden sun rose in the ancient cave, emitting billions of divine rays, each of which was like a golden needle, turning the dark night into day.

Almost at the same time, the flock of divine crows outside the Black Mountain hung in the sky, each emitting a black light. That was one of their natal divine feathers, which gathered together and merged into the sun.

"puff!"

The void was instantly shattered, and millions of black feathers shot out at the same time, carrying the terrifying true flame of the sun, covering the sky like a dark cloud.

The evil spirit was shocked and dodged quickly, but was still touched by a cluster of real fire, which burned it in unbearable pain.

As the divine flame spread throughout its body, it let out an angry roar, its face filled with resentment, and plunged headfirst into the sea of ​​bones in the Grand Canyon behind it, leaving behind a ball of animal hair before disappearing.

　2025, a new beginning!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)