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

Chapter 145 Dream Bell, Slideshow, Emperor-Slaying Spear
"It's Divine Mark Purple Gold, and it's such a huge piece!" someone exclaimed, their beautiful face unable to remain calm, their heart trembling slightly.

In front of the ashes, dazzling purple light bursts forth, and a half-meter-high divine purple-gold pagoda lies horizontally, shrouded in a vast expanse of celestial patterns, a magnificent sight.

"Legacy from the Dream Path..."

Yan Ming's hair was disheveled, and his face had an unusual expression.

He didn't pay attention to the divine marks and purple gold that could be used to forge powerful artifacts, but looked in another direction.

In his palm, a blood-red aura flowed, as if it were burning, with terrifying quasi-emperor-level substance surging within, completely enveloping his right hand.

In an instant, an indescribable pain emanated from his palm, as if it were about to shatter his skin and bones. But the next moment, an even more domineering pressure appeared, silver marks burst forth, and the Thunder Dragon Bone Claw within Yan Ming's body manifested.

"boom!"

A primordial thunder dragon emerged like a tide, its entire body shrouded in silver light, steaming and powerfully suppressing the crimson substance.

"A palm technique left behind by a quasi-emperor." Yan Ming's eyes narrowed, and a faint crimson light emanated from his palm. He suddenly flipped his right hand, grasped the divine substance, and refined it in an instant.

Suddenly, a strange divine power and meridian pathways appeared, followed by nine innate Dao diagrams!

"This is... the Great Heaven Annihilation Palm!"

He murmured softly, his right hand stained with blood, as if covered with a layer of red jade frost. One lotus leaf after another bloomed, crystal clear, revealing the destructive power condensed to the limit, about to tear the heavens and earth apart and recreate the water, wind, earth and fire.

At the critical moment, a dark purple, menacing spear, wreathed in golden crow patterns, a vast expanse brimming with killing intent, landed in the hand of someone shrouded in crimson mist.

"Transform the power of destruction, merge with the killing intent... This is the Annihilation Strike!" Yan Ming soared into the air, his divine spear shooting out like a chain of divine order, almost instantly drawing upon the primordial aura, its power boundless.

He gripped the Dao weapon tightly, refraining from unleashing the attack, and silently comprehended it before finally opening his eyes after a long while.

The Forbidden Chapter of Quasi-Emperors is at a slightly lower level for Yan Ming, who possesses multiple ultimate scriptures, but when it comes to the laws of death, everything changes.

This method is extremely suitable for him.

"The power to extinguish fate and bring forth life, the power to control rise and fall, this is the essence of the Dao." Later generations sighed, understanding the intentions of that quasi-emperor. Unruly and defiant against the lofty Azure Emperor, he wanted to defeat the Nine Heavens and fight in the heavens on behalf of his father.

It is foreseeable that if he reaches the pinnacle, he will definitely ascend to the Demon Court and challenge the current emperor.

One should not be arrogant, but one must have backbone!
Although the deceased Quasi-Emperor is dead, his enduring Daoist spirit has been passed down through the ages.

"What a brilliant annihilation of life! One day, I will personally stand against the Supreme One." Yan Ming muttered to himself, stepping out into the air, his black hair dancing wildly, revealing his cold and handsome bone structure. The crimson glow in his palm quickly receded, finally condensing into a bewitching ninth-grade lotus seal, flowing with an inexplicable aura.

At this moment, the quasi-emperor from 16,000 years ago seemed to be reborn, and similar chains of laws clanged and rang, shaking the heavens and the earth.

With a soft sound, the pagoda embryo not far away glowed, its entire body radiating a vibrant purple aura, ancient and majestic. On the pagoda's body, a special bloodline mark appeared, merging with Yan Ming's aura.

This pagoda originally belonged to a man of great talent and integrity, and was passed down to his descendants, leaving behind indelible marks!

At this moment, it actually flew out on its own and landed on the Taoist's head. The two seemed to have merged with the Tao, and the immortal light soared into the sky.

"Buzz!"

Immortal light burst forth from Yan Ming's head, a divine lamp illuminating eternity, crystal clear and dripping with purple divine marks, containing nine heavens, each with a celestial map, and within each level a royal spirit sitting cross-legged chanting scriptures, recounting the secrets of creation.

The Immortal Phoenix Dao Diagram, the Sword Dao Diagram, the Primordial Ruins Dao Diagram, the Immortal Crow Dao Diagram, the Silver Thunder Dao Diagram, the Dao Flame Divine Diagram... all appeared.

"The Undying Emperor, the Supreme Emperor, the Primordial Emperor, the Blood Phoenix Ancient Emperor, the Qilin Ancient Emperor, the Imperial Fire Spirit, the Thunder Dragon, the Holy Body..." People exclaimed in amazement, recognizing the ancient supreme beings on each level. Those figures were chanting different scriptures, their movements rumbling.

Each type of immortal gold has its own unique value. If the divine trace purple gold is refined to the point of being spiritual and immortal, after merging with the soul of its master, it can interact with various Dao patterns in the human world, becoming spiritual and divine.

Yan Ming has not yet truly unearthed the profound mysteries of immortal gold, but he is already showing this trend, which has shocked many people.

"How could this be? The founding ancestor was also inside..." Xia Yilin of the Great Xia Dynasty was almost petrified in the crowd, as if she had seen a ghost.

How were their tribe's scriptures lost?

That innate dragon seal possessed an extremely pure aura, clearly the work of a true master, and demonstrated profound mastery of the imperial dragon energy.

"He attacked the ancient royal family, refined the Nine Phoenix King, the Qilin Heaven King and others, and obtained the ancient royal scriptures. Although some of them were incomplete, they still played a key role. Do the nine royal figures want to be above all the emperors?" Not to mention the people of Holy Cliff, even Wanlong Nu was silent.

Although she was pregnant, her pregnancy was not yet showing. She was assigned to Yan Ming's side, and thus entered the Kunlun Immortal Land.

Now, seeing her enemy obtain immortal materials and the inheritance of a quasi-emperor, and become even stronger, the Dragon Girl's expression grew increasingly cold. One of her pure white jade hands clenched tightly into her palm, almost drawing blood.

"Is this fate? No, I don't believe it. I will watch and watch you fall. The Holy Spirit who was born prematurely will face countless difficulties in reaching the Quasi-Emperor level!"

Even she herself seemed a little skeptical as she spoke; could a quasi-emperor really stop the other party?

Having been with that great evil man multiple times, the Dragon Girl knew him to a certain extent and was familiar with his strengths and weaknesses.

Instead of hoping the other person is stuck in a rut, it's better to curse them instead...

Yan Ming was unaware that someone was cursing him. At this moment, he was tempering his weapon of proof, using two materials, Divine Mark Purple Gold and Chaos Stone, to forge the Clock of Time.

"Boom!"

A myriad of divine rays and auspicious streaks accompanied a pure purple celestial crow flapping its wings and crying out to the heavens. Above the vast sky, a dark purple divine bell floated and sank, every inch of it crystal clear and sparkling with purple light, as brilliant as a purple diamond. There were lines and patterns on it, as if they had been carefully engraved by the gods.

The dream bell, ethereal and accompanied by chaotic energy, entwined with milky white flames, hung above Yan Ming's head. Vast stretches of time mist surged, making everything hazy and unreal.

Amidst the vast mist, countless beings of the Time Dao emerged, a line of sages standing tall, before rapidly shrinking and being imprinted on the Dream Bell, mottled and ancient, imbued with a mysterious aura.

Suddenly, a bell rang out, as if descending from the heavens, deafening and resounding. Its sound was lingering, distant and clear, as if it came from the celestial realm, cleansing people's souls.

At this moment, many people were bewildered, pulled into the Nightmare Mist by the Pure Lotus Demon Flame, and went through one cycle after another.

"when!"

Another Daoist melody resounded from the overwhelming chaotic purple-gold dawn, like a grand bell, awakening the world. The Daoist waves spread rapidly like ripples, and everyone awoke, secretly trembling, shocked by this unparalleled technique.

The bell tolls, a dream unfolds! The bell tolls again, and the dream vanishes!

"Only now is the Dao Army complete!"

Yan Ming's eyes shone brightly. He held a dream bell above his head, a magic lamp in his left hand, and the Emperor-Slaying Spear in his right. A spiritual aura enveloped his primordial spirit, and a shower of light rained down around him, as if he were about to prove the Dao of eternity. He truly possessed a transcendent demeanor.

His Dao Fruit was rapidly improving, butterflies were fluttering around him, and a tributary in the river of time was surging—the Dream Stream. Originally shallow and narrow, it was now being filled with streams, causing its level to rise and making it truly powerful.

Time flows like a river, dreams drift like a stream!
Today, Yan Ming's primordial spirit, nurtured by the secrets of the previous word and the burning technique, is extremely powerful and possesses extraordinary perception. He immediately senses that he is in the river of time, reflecting those mysterious people.

They were all sages of the Time Path, bearing the imprint of antiquity, resonating here, pausing before the Great Bell of the Dream Path, leaving behind their respective auras...

Life is but a fleeting dream, and life is but a few autumns in the passing seasons!

When Yan Ming opened his eyes again, he realized that he was only one step away from the fifth level of the Saint King realm, and couldn't help but sigh.

He traveled for a long time in his dream, wandering through the starry sky. Unexpectedly, when he woke up, the bell was still warm, and the scorching heat from being tempered by the Dao Fire had not yet faded.

"A thousand years have passed, a great dream spans eternity, this is the Dao of the Great Emperor Wushi!" Yan Ming comprehended the power of his mind, his eyes becoming clearer and clearer. The cultivation in the Immortal Platform Secret Realm was becoming more and more terrifying. The Immortal Realm had opened up to the ninth heaven, with nine imperial shadows hanging high, reflecting his true heart.

And now, there is another imperial figure with his back to all living beings, the Emperor of Time.

Sendai, Day 10!
Ancient texts say that one can become a Great Sage by entering a single secret realm. Yan Ming feels that he is not far from becoming a Great Sage.

With just the Sendai Secret Realm, his Dao enlightenment was enough to make him a Saint King, and an unparalleled expert among them!
At this moment, Yan Ming's divine power was still at the peak of the fourth level of Saint King, but his divine sense had already transformed into a dragon, almost reaching the Heavenly King realm.

Give him time, and he might break through that barrier in an incredible way!
"I look forward to achieving the Great Sage status through a single secret realm."

"Your Majesty..."

Ye Tong transmitted her voice, confused and worried that Yan Ming's condition was not right and that he had been possessed by the evil energy of an ancient quasi-emperor.

"I'm very good."

Yan Ming flicked his finger and passed the Quasi-Emperor Scripture he had obtained to the palace maid, and also passed on the Great Heaven Annihilation Dao Palm. He instructed her to build a temple to worship the two generations of Quasi-Emperor ancestors of the Gu clan.

Ye Tong noted down the instructions, then slowly withdrew, not continuing to participate in the exploration of the Kunlun Immortal Land.

"The inheritance of the Starry Sky Quasi-Emperor is destined to be with Hua Yunfei. I wonder who this lonely quasi-emperor will be matched with on his Dao of Death."

Yan Ming thought to himself, and subconsciously kept Jiang Tingting outside the range. The two were very close, and in recent days they had crossed that line. The corresponding scriptures and secret techniques would be transmitted in special situations.

He looked in another direction, where a great sage lay dead, a divine lamp burning within his body, radiating boundless vitality.

He had just tried it and found it difficult to move.

“Perhaps things will be different now.” Yan Ming’s forehead glowed, and a powerful and vast divine sense bloomed. The secret technique of “Soldier” responded, and despite the pressure of the killing formation, it actually shook that Great Saint’s body.

A moment later, as the divine lamp flew in, it emitted an aura of longevity, just like the ancient Taoist temple of longevity in the Ziwei Star Region.

This was actually an ancient sage from the Longevity Temple, who cast the lamp in quasi-emperor level bronze, which also contained some immortal gold.

Yan Ming, sensing the secret traces of the green lamp, continued forward. Along the way, he saw many ancient medicinal plants, each one translucent and radiant, exuding a delicate fragrance.

Over the long course of time, how many people have been able to delve into this place?
This is practically a pristine virgin land!
For the first time in 200,000 years, someone has visited this depth!
Nourished by dragon energy and celestial light for a long time, this place has long been spiritually connected, and every medicinal herb that grows here is priceless.

Every now and then, maids in flowing golden dresses would fly out, their delicate hands moving lightly to collect the Medicine Kings one by one, storing them in the treasury before distributing them.

Tens of thousands of mountain peaks are shaped like dragon heads, each one lifelike and awe-inspiring. They are all formed by nature and can be described as a masterpiece of nature.

Each Dragon Head Peak is covered with precious herbs, like coral and pearls carved into a dazzling display. Not to mention the younger generation, even Yang Yi was amazed. No wonder Yan Ming invited her here when she was about to go into seclusion. This is indeed a treasure land for achieving immortality.

"Not only are there great medicines, but each of these Dragon Head Peaks can definitely be refined into a great sacred artifact." Yang Yi's eyes shone like stars, and she couldn't help but sigh. The fact that such a place for nurturing immortals was born from the depletion of many ancient life-giving stars was truly a creation of heaven and earth, which was awe-inspiring.

In that short time, Yi Qingwu, Yue Shi, Yue Ling, Yu Die, Xia Yilin and others picked dozens or even hundreds of medicinal king plants, which were surrounded by immortal energy and shimmered with precious light, attracting people's souls.

The King of Medicine is very difficult to cultivate. It needs to be constantly nourished with the earth's spiritual milk and grow for more than 80,000 years before it can be called the King of Medicine.

Yan Ming had obtained several medicinal kings in Beidou and more than ten in Ziwei, most of which were rooted next to the Myriad Star Tree.

Here, the medicinal kings are bursting forth, having collected hundreds of plants along the way. No one has set foot in the larger, dangerous area, and the number of medicinal kings inside is definitely over a thousand.

After several hundred breaths, the group arrived at the only heavenly path and entered the valley surrounded by the Wanlong First Peak. The place was filled with spiritual energy and countless rays of light, making it exceptionally sacred.

The central core area of ​​the Kunlun restricted zone!
This is a wondrous land, unparalleled in the world, possessing the secrets of defying the creation of heaven and earth throughout history, capable of nurturing immortals.

"During the mythical era, did this place truly give birth to a celestial bell?"

Yan Ming pondered and had some doubts about the fact that the Immortal Bell came from Kunlun. He believed that it was more likely to have been made by a true immortal or even an immortal king. The bell was broken during the purge and then nurtured by Kunlun, where it was healed.

Or perhaps a celestial corpse fell into Kunlun, and after an era, the ancient laws of immortality remained, defying the heavens to create an ancient immortal bell...

Yan Ming was very interested in the Immortal Bell, not only because his weapon of enlightenment was a bell and he cultivated the laws of time, but also because of deeper reasons.

“Immortal artifacts can suppress destiny!” He thought of 100,000 years ago.

At that time, the Invincible Emperor was at the height of his power, sweeping across the past, present, and future. After attaining enlightenment, his first priority was to find the Underworld and shatter the source of the corpse calamity.

His lineage has a deep-seated hatred for the underworld!
It wasn't just the death of the Great Accomplished Holy Body in Yaochi; it was also the fact that after the fall of the Western Queen Mother, powerful figures from the Underworld entered the ancient Yaochi, attempting to guide two Emperor-level corpses away...

However, even the mighty Emperor of Time was helpless against the Netherworld, which was protected by the Heavenly Treasure!

I searched high and low, from the highest heavens to the deepest hells, but found nothing in the vast universe!
The celestial artifact, displaying its power, erased all cause and effect. Even if Wushi looked back on the past, he could not find a single trace, leaving only eternal regret.

Throughout the entire process, it can be said that the Tongtian Mingbao sealed the fortune of the underworld lineage, delaying the demise of a forbidden zone...

(End of this chapter)