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

Chapter 147 A Corner of the Immortal Ruins, The Western Emperor Reborn
Milky Way Galaxy, Solar System, Jupiter (the Year Star).

An ancient Taoist temple, simple and weathered, lies on the outer reaches of this barren planet.

In the far north of Jupiter, ancient sages intervened, recreating water, wind, earth, and fire, thus unfolding layer upon layer of miniature worlds.

This was a rapid and massive construction project. Not only Jupiter, but also other planets such as Venus, Saturn, Mercury, and Mars—the five planets of ancient Taoism—were revived from depletion and brought back to life.

The sun in the center, an ancient golden crow with three legs and two wings, flapped its wings and plunged into the scorching blazing star, leaving a crow's cry in the ears of the world, which resonated through time and shattered vast ripples.

In Xu Ye's memory, her life changed dramatically after she met a young man while following behind her mother.

Her small bedroom was filled with sparkling gems and special jade talismans, making her best friend extremely envious.

However, these are not the main points in a child's world!
"The important thing is that I don't have to go to school anymore!"

In a quaint garden, five-year-old Xu Ye was dressed like a little princess, wearing a small gold and jade crown and a light pink satin dress adorned with three-dimensional silk roses. She was spreading her little arms, jumping and leaping, just like a monkey that had escaped from a zoo.

Not far away, a beautiful woman sat quietly on a swing, her bodycon skirt covered by black stockings, her lambskin high heels dangling in the air, her curves graceful, exuding a strong sense of wifely charm.

She was talking to a handsome, spirited young man, sometimes listening, sometimes smiling, savoring the moment of time flowing by and the tranquility of life.

"Uncle Ye, I want to fly again..."

Xu Ye ran over and threw herself into the man's arms, burrowing deeper into his embrace. Her sweet, childlike voice made him subconsciously lower his guard.

Faced with the human cub's request, Ye Fan's expression was very gentle, and he immediately agreed. He put Xu Ye on his shoulder and naturally stretched out his other hand, but quickly withdrew it, realizing that doing so was not very friendly to Xu Qiong beside him.

The other party has already married someone else and experienced the roles of wife and mother.

"I didn't mean anything by it, I'm really sorry," he said, touching his nose, looking somewhat embarrassed but mostly composed.

This deceased friend waited for him for three or four years after he left in Kowloon, but she couldn't bear it any longer. As her youth faded, her family asked her to go on a blind date and get married. After marriage, she took care of and helped her former fiancé's parents many times.

No one can blame him for doing this. Ye Fan only feels regret and guilt towards Xu Qiong, and subconsciously wants to make amends to her.

Xu Qiong shook her head slightly, not caring: "This child has troubled you."

"Although Xu Ye doesn't have a special physique, he possesses a celestial root within him, which means he will be able to embark on the path of cultivation in the future..."

"Was that fruit you gave me before very precious?" Xu Qiong hesitated for a moment before finally voicing her doubts.

After taking half a red fruit, she felt as if she had become ten years younger, her skin had returned to the state of an eighteen-year-old girl, and she was radiant every day, a world apart from her past self.

"What's precious to me is being able to come back here and see the people from my memories again."

Ye Fan, his black hair flowing freely, a bright smile on his face, took a step forward, unleashed the Xingzi Secret Technique, and carried Xu Ye soaring into the sky.

"Why doesn't Mom fly with Uncle Ye...?"

"Silly child, that's not right."

Above the East Sea, in the Nine Heavens Palace, several blurry figures sat cross-legged beside a dark round table, enveloped in chaotic energy that almost crushed the void, and within it was the aura of an imperial weapon.

One of the men in white seemed to sense something and instinctively looked into the void.

“The girl on his body must be the daughter of his fiancée from fourteen years ago…” Jiang Yifei understood the cause and effect, and his expression softened. He thought of the dilapidated cave in the Southern Region of the Northern Dipper. The two people who were chased to the end of their lives back then are now very different.

Seeing his old friend return home in glory, with his family still around and well, he felt a rare sense of peace.

"Standing Committee Member Yifei... We are now proceeding with the basic proposal agenda, it's your turn to speak."

A word of urging brought Jiang Yifei back to his senses, his eyes gleaming as he refocused.

Behind his throne was carved a Vermilion Bird in flames, and another divine furnace was faintly visible.

The seat of the nineteenth-generation descendant of the Azure Emperor who spoke earlier was occupied by a Chaos Azure Lotus, while the other attendees each represented an ultimate imperial weapon.

Immortal-Slaying Gourd, Azure Emperor's Weapon, Eternal Universe Furnace, Departure Fire Furnace, Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron, Immortal Tears Green Gold Pagoda, Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar.

The Extreme Way Committee is theoretically the highest authority in the Sun Heavenly Court.

The highest level determines the seats and decides all matters of the Heavenly Court based on the Supreme Imperial Weapon.

But theory is theory. In reality, no sage attended this meeting; it was all done by the younger generation.

Weiwei represented the Immortal Gourd seat, Jiang Tingting arrived with the Li Huo Furnace, and Duan De held the Devouring Heaven Demon Jar.

The Queen Mother of the West and Li Daoqing, the Holy Lord of Yaoguang, were at the end of the table. They were extremely low-key in front of Jiang Yifei, who had killed a Great Cheng King, and rarely spoke, clearly understanding their respective roles.

They are all models of unity.

Only the nineteenth-generation descendant of the Azure Emperor, with his seniority and weight, dared to offer a reminder while Jiang Yifei was lost in thought.

"Only two members of the Demon Emperor's lineage remain now, which is quite a bargain for this old demon," the Queen Mother of the West muttered to herself. She knew the old demon at the table very well and didn't pay him much attention. She was elegant and noble, with a nine-phoenix hairpin in her hair and golden hair ornaments hanging down. Her feathered robe shimmered with light, and her expression was peaceful, yet sacred and unapproachable.

She had not crossed the Heavenly Gate of Severing the Dao, so although she was the sect leader and a saint representing the Yaochi Holy Land, she was worlds apart from the ancient emperor's son of the Jiang family in terms of importance, status, and strength; they were not even in the same world.

More importantly, the other party was a genuine member of the Standing Committee, and I was merely attending the meeting on behalf of Yang Yi...

If Jiang Yifei's imperial bloodline has returned to its ancestral form, making him comparable to an imperial prince, then his rapid increase in strength is understandable.

The other two women in the same gathering were only in their early twenties, yet they were able to rival her. One of them had even attained the third level of the Sendai realm, surpassing all others, which was unimaginable to others.

The Queen Mother of the West glanced at Weiwei out of the corner of her eye. Weiwei seemed no different from the thousands of female disciples of the Jade Pool Holy Land; she was simply too young.

Meeting a benefactor, one soars to great heights, wielding power in a corner of the Heavenly Court. The experiences of the Immortal Eye are dreamlike and ethereal, unrepeatable.

"Lan Chen's arrangement is centered on the Three Immortal Islands, guarding the forbidden zone, while the solar system uses the five elements such as Jupiter and Venus to build a star field teleportation array..." As the executive deputy hall master in charge of the daily work of the Holy Cliff and the Heavenly Court, Jiang Yifei is extremely busy and has to handle almost everything. All key projects are inseparable from his command.

The recent relocation of Shengya involved too many interests. The bigwigs finished their work and left without taking responsibility, leaving all the burdens on his shoulders.

Conversely, he wielded astonishing power, including personnel appointments and the authority to mobilize a portion of the imperial army. Yet, this very man lived a frugal life in private, indulging in little luxury.

When members of the Hengyu clan came to him for favors, even though they were from the same lineage of the God King and shared a bond of kinship, he couldn't even get through the door.

At this moment, his true body is comprehending the Great Dao in the realm of immortality, working tirelessly day and night, while his mind is elsewhere handling government affairs—a workload of astonishing intensity…

The meeting concluded under the chairmanship of Jiang Yifei. There were some minor incidents along the way, but the overall consensus was reached.

When everything came to an end, the Path Slayer of the Big Dipper walked through the mortal world, carefully observing everything—different civilizations, different stories.

In the current Divine Continent, the most sought-after family is undoubtedly the Ye family of the capital.

What was once a small courtyard house and a small family has now transformed into a powerful ancient family in the East, attracting even the attention of some major religious groups who have sent people to win them over.

"I heard that the princess of the Ye family ascended to heaven in broad daylight and became an immortal."

Kyoto was packed with people, many of whom were discussing recent major events and showing great interest in the inner workings of powerful clans.

"Becoming an immortal? It's nothing more than stepping into the sea of ​​suffering and flying with the help of special Dao soldiers. Besides, where did the Holy Body's family get a princess? A down-and-out family suddenly becomes powerful and calls itself an empire," a young nobleman smiled, very familiar with the inside story of the Ye family, with a hint of mockery on his face, looking arrogant.

"That person's disciple..."

Jiang Yifei narrowed his eyes and recognized Xia Jiuyou, whose desire to fight Ye Fan was written all over his face.

He had no interest in worldly affairs and left on his own. In his view, this little girl had a solid foundation, but her progress in strength was too slow, and she could no longer be considered among the top tier of her generation under the stars.

Jiang Yifei traveled far, from Kyoto to Mount Tai, all the way down to the south of the Yangtze River, watching as technological civilization and cultivation civilization gradually merged.

Finally, he entered Kunlun and measured this newly acquired immortal land once again.

Along the way, he saw a young girl seeking immortality and enlightenment, a very special person...

There is a Taoist stele in Kunlun, which is known to the public as the Stele for Seeking the Tao. If one is sincere and has the affinity, one can enter the Taoist sect.

In fact, the Dao Stele is only used to identify those with special physiques and immortal roots.

"Without the root of immortality, even if you suffer for ten or a hundred years in this arduous pursuit of the Great Dao, it will be in vain." As if it were destiny, or as if it were fate, Jiang Yifei spoke, revealing a cruel truth.

"who are you?"

The girl widened her eyes, pursed her lips, and couldn't help but ask.

“You have no immortal roots, perhaps you should leave. You are not destined for the Dao.” Jiang Yifei shook his head, his face cold, and turned to leave.

"Hey, don't go. Is cultivating immortality all predetermined by fate?"
"What exactly is a 'celestial root'? Is it impossible to cultivate without it?"

The woman came closer, her eyes large and dark, and she was very curious about Jiang Yifei, who had prematurely gray hair.

The person in front of me is very strange. He has an outstanding temperament, but his face is very weathered. He looks like he is almost forty or fifty years old, as if he has experienced some great changes.

Jiang Yifei ignored him and did not explain that his appearance was due to his cultivation of the Law of Life and Death.

He took a step forward, and the world spun around him. One after another, chains of order flew out, coalescing into a crimson avenue that headed towards the Kunlun Immortal Realm.

"He really is an immortal..." The girl looked bewildered.

At the Kunlun Immortal Land, a huge stone tablet stands with two divine characters written in iron hooks and silver strokes, bearing the words "Immortal Ruins". The divine blood on the tablet is not yet dry, indicating that it was recently created.

This place was where a celestial being was conceived, but the placenta was broken, hence the name.

When the ancient sage erected this stele, many strange phenomena occurred. The sky was filled with rain of light, and there was a mysterious flow of cause and effect. It was truly miraculous.

The name "Xianxu" is derived from one character each from "Xianling" and "Shenxu".
Just like Ning Chuan, the six-time champion of Perfect World, whose name is derived from Ning Fei and Chuan Ying, both characters from the novel "Covering the Sky"!
The law of cause and effect has always been this way!
The Kunlun Immortal Land, from the moment the Immortal Ruins Stele was erected, was destined to become a forbidden zone for an entire era.

In the core area of ​​the Immortal Ruins, nine towering mountains rise majestically from the sky, standing tall within the central valley. Auspicious colors cascade down like waterfalls, and thousands upon thousands of strands of heaven and earth's essence fall, creating a misty, divine glow. This adds a touch of darkness and antiquity to this pristine land.

"puff!"

In the celestial land where divine mist rises, the immortal Qilin medicine transforms into a celestial spirit, gaining freedom and no longer confined to Dragon Valley. Even in dangerous areas, it can tread on flat ground. It is chasing a small white tiger, and the two are chasing and playing one after the other. The Qilin-shaped roots are connected to the earth's veins, radiating a deep and beautiful purple light, illuminating this place.

There is also a humanoid immortal tree, serene and eternal, which falls beside the divine pool. Its body is surrounded by the eternal cycle of water, wind, earth and fire, and its radiant light rises up, just like an immortal immortal descending to earth!
The Myriad Star Tree, the Purple Sandalwood, the Polygonum multiflorum, and the Ancestral Ginseng—four semi-divine herbs—grow not far away, exhaling life essence. Divine springs gurgle, and various celestial phenomena materialize on the Immortal Pool, lively and vibrant, filled with auspicious energy and fragrant aromas, creating a scene of celestial realm.

The scarlet sacrificial soil fell onto the womb of Mother Earth, instantly staining the divine liquid red. Wisps of essence swirled and rose, creating a misty, ethereal atmosphere. The pool water became crystal clear, and life veins began to grow anew. Within the crimson liquid, mixed with a hint of dark light, mist swirled, containing traces of the immortal and indestructible Daoist essence.

Those were sacrificial particles, fused with the placenta, working together. One of the women, dressed in purple, was sleeping inside, receiving the Dao embryo matter within, and gradually an aura of reincarnation appeared on her body.

"It looks like it was successful."

Yan Ming sat upright on the futon, his eyes shining brightly. A purple-gold divine bell appeared above his head, ancient and weathered, with countless ripples of the Great Dao. The bell tolled, echoing through the ages, and the field he controlled floated in the mist.

Observing the changes in the sacrificial soil, he nodded to himself, making some guesses about all of this.

The essence of the emperor's corpse, consumed by the flames of the ancient cosmos, seeped into the sacrificial soil. If left unchecked, under the influence of the darkness, the departed might return hundreds or thousands of years later.
This is quite different from the Heavenly Prince and the Dark Fire Child; the rebirth of the two ancient princes and princesses did not take much time.

It is obvious that the birth of the weak and the regeneration of the extreme beings are completely different.

When Yan Ming was at the Sacred Cliff, he tried to make changes, but to no avail. It wasn't until the sacrificial soil and the Earth Mother merged into one that a new opportunity arose, and a different place was created.

As he observed, Zixia had likely merged with a portion of the Supreme Dao matter of the Western Queen Mother, and the fusion was quite profound, involving the soul sea.

He sensed the aura of imperial blood, and at the same time, the purple-clad woman's temperament was undergoing a dramatic change, as if she had been reborn, quite different from before.

This evolution still needs further observation.

Everything depends on Zixia's complete recovery...

(End of this chapter)