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

Chapter 150 The Holy Spirit Who Made Huang Die in Her Place
Just as Fairy Yuechan was lost in thought, a misty, cloud-like substance rose from the fairy pool and silently adhered to her silk robes.

Yi Qingwu didn't pay attention, thinking it was just life essence, and continued to gaze into the future in her own sea of ​​souls.

From the outside, she was dressed very conservatively, wearing a white cross-collar inner garment, with plain white silk wrapping around her slender waist, deliberately highlighting her waist, but on the outside she was covered with a black and gold embroidered wide-sleeved Taoist robe, which concealed her graceful figure and made it impossible for outsiders to see it.

The lower garment is a dark-colored high-waisted pleated skirt. When standing in the courtyard, the skirt cascades down in layers, with the nine-turn cloud pattern, silver moon painting, and yin silk constantly flowing on it, giving it an elegant and noble charm that is visually striking.

Her entire body was bare except for her jade-like neck and above, her ethereal face was obscured.

When she was in Ziwei, she wasn't so conservative, but since entering the Sun Heavenly Court, in the eyes of outsiders, this Ziwei female official has become increasingly retro and conservative in her dress and appearance, which is inconsistent with her age and makes her seem rigid.

In fact, she simply changed the clothes she wore at certain times to those at other times to achieve overall uniformity in her attire!
As for why she sometimes wears very little clothing, it can be traced back to a certain silk-tearing enthusiast...

At that moment, the mist swirled, and before Yi Qingwu could react to the touch of the mysterious substance, a strange color gradually appeared on her face. Her once vivid pupils began to dilate and become empty, and her soul sea was filled with dense patterns. Her primordial spirit immediately felt a sense of horror.

She encountered some kind of change; something entered her body, penetrating deeply and deeply.

As a chaotic energy surged forth, her sac felt a long-lost sense of fullness, as if another consciousness had been forced into her sea of ​​consciousness. This intrusion was forceful and irresistible.

"Ancient spirits?"

Yi Qingwu's lips trembled slightly, and her long legs, wrapped in three layers of silk tapestry, seemed unsteady on their feet, causing her to gasp in surprise.

She stared blankly at the Immortal Pool. Even though Yan Ming was right beside her, it felt like an entire era had passed between them. She seemed to no longer belong to this life, as if she had been separated from it by some kind of substance.

Yi Qingwu managed to calm herself down and carefully analyzed the situation.

Soon, she connected the thought of the innate Dao embryo receiving its inheritance in the Immortal Pool and guessed a possibility.

According to Yan Ming, Zixia was able to gain a wisp of ancient enlightenment because her constitution was similar to that of the Queen Mother of the West and she inherited her lineage, making them highly compatible.

Could it be that I, like the Dao Embryo, have a predestined connection to immortality here?

Her heart pounded, and her initial resistance began to subside, but she remained wary.

The amount of substance that entered Yi Qingwu's body was not much, appearing as a mist, but it spread rapidly after touching the Sendai. Soul light revived on the carrier, bewitching and terrifying, emitting a misty rain of light.

"The dream was wrong, unfortunately, I missed it, there is no way forward..." The opening is such a sigh, belonging to a woman, but the voice is very lonely, making people feel cold all over.

"This is……"

Yi Qingwu suddenly felt like she was suffocating. She was in the safest area, yet she encountered such a thing.

She felt a chill run down her spine, and her soul was filled with dread.

This feeling is completely different from that of sexual intercourse; they are practically opposites. One is scorching and warm, while the other is gloomy and depressing.

In an instant, she felt a chill run through her from head to toe, as her body gradually came under the control of that wisp of soul light.

The substances that can float out of the sacrificial soil and the immortal pool are something that a woman from the third level of the Immortal Platform cannot resist.

“Yan Ming…” Yi Qingwu couldn’t help but call out her Daoist partner’s real name, thinking of her conqueror first in this hopeless moment.

She is the master of both body and soul!
She longed for him to take control of her body and soul right now!
The Moon Palace Mistress had a premonition that what she was experiencing might not be a divine destiny, but a sin that would reveal the blood and resentment of the past.

"I escaped the great purge. But the world has collapsed, destiny has been lost, especially for that one... my fate was already sealed..."

These words made Yi Qingwu feel dizzy and her primordial spirit curl up involuntarily. Her heart was in turmoil and she could not calm down.

The negative connotations emanating from her soul light were obvious, and what she said was astonishing, with a fatalistic flavor.

Involving the Great Reckoning and the Mandate of Heaven, what kind of past did that ancient person experience, and what secrets did he hold?

And the most crucial question is, from which era does she come? A celestial being or an ancient emperor of the past? All of this is shrouded in mystery.

"Who exactly is this senior? Does he still have any unfulfilled wishes?" Yi Qingwu asked with a furrowed brow, not wanting to sink any further into despair.

"Having survived the chaotic ancient times, paying a heavy price to barely stay alive, I opened my eyes to find everything changed. The reckoning of heaven and earth continues. Is this world that gave me life and nurtured me resentful? Does it think I've run away? Everything I see and hear is an enemy of the world..."

"The person from before left behind the desolate tower. He died for me once and bore most of the karma, but the remaining part still torments me. Unfortunately, I no longer have the chance to choose again..."

"This world will be used as a chess piece by future generations, trapping my path to survival. I am unwilling to accept this, so I fight back with all my might, but in the end, I am just a dazed and confused person, unable to escape my fate..."

At this point, Hunguang was clearly somewhat bewildered, filled with sadness and regret.

It was like a final burst of energy before death, a revival after a long period of time, recalling some things from the beginning, and sighing to himself.

"The owner of the desolate tower died once for her..."

Yi Qingwu was almost petrified, her primordial spirit frozen in place. The history involved was far more terrifying than she had imagined. It contained a great secret, related to the owner of the immortal artifact, and also involved the supreme beings of later generations.

Why did she perish?
What kind of existence is this?
If nothing unexpected happens, this deceased woman is definitely no weaker than the Western Queen Mother, and may even be stronger!
What an ancient powerhouse this was, having a karmic connection with the master of the Desolate Tower, yet the words he left behind were so desolate, like a cold autumn wind blowing by, killing all things and causing countless yellow leaves to fall.

"When the great dream ends, all is vanity. One day we will realize that what is meant to come will come. Escape will only bring a moment of peace!"
"And the final result was even more cruel than I had foreseen; I never imagined my story would end like this..."

Yi Qingwu listened attentively, but felt that much of it was confusing. Fortunately, the words were only negative, blaming everything on herself.

It was as if, after experiencing calamities, that ancient powerhouse saw some things clearly and realized that his past choices were wrong, but he was powerless to change them.

"Is the will of Heaven really so terrifying? Does Heaven and Earth have their own will?" Yi Qingwu pondered, this idea did not conform to the current cultivation world.

The Way resides within oneself, and destiny is ordained by Heaven!
These are two different paths: relying on oneself or going with the flow?

Nowadays, living beings tend to believe that the Tao is under their feet. While divine will plays a role, it cannot determine everything!
These were the words Yi Qingwu overheard from Yan Ming late one night.

After all, when it comes to divine will, who can compare to the Holy Spirit, who is born and nurtured by Heaven?

However, very few Holy Spirits in ancient times proved the truth, and many more Great Holy Spirits became mere background figures, killed in bloodshed, unable to compete with the victors on the Emperor's Path.

After feeling comfortable, this person became reckless and dared to say anything. The so-called invincible path of the Holy Spirit lineage is simply a false proposition.

"I encountered an unparalleled female holy spirit, and she seems to have met with misfortune," Yi Qingwu said, having made a preliminary judgment, but no matter what she did afterward, she couldn't break free from the restraints. Her celestial platform had been usurped by that wisp of soul light.

Only at this moment did she gradually realize that she seemed to have become an easy target, lacking any imperial artifacts or rare treasures to resist, and having not brought any great sacred artifacts with her, which was why she had been possessed.
In comparison, the innate Dao embryo possesses a replica of the Western Emperor Pagoda refined by the Sage of Yaochi, while the Taiyin Body wields the Li Fire Furnace, which has been sacrificed with blood.

"Want to resurrect your body? You're already dead. What you are now is nothing more than a wisp of resentment from the past," Yi Qingwu said calmly, seeing through the other party's facade. If there was still respect and fear before, now only antagonism remained.

Judging from the fact that the other party wanted to possess her body, this was not an ancient cultivator at all, but a chaotic remnant spirit that could be classified as a ghost.

In this situation, the more panicked you are, the faster you will fall into the abyss and never be able to climb out again.

She firmly believed that things would take a turn for the better!

"I'm dead?! Yes... I've fallen..." For the first time, there was a response from the soul light, like a dream. It was a woman who had awakened, looking at the world in a daze, her voice filled with regret and coldness.

The next moment, Yi Qingwu's eyebrows were frosty as she watched the ray of light rush towards her. It was no longer just about to enter her body, but about to merge with her primordial spirit. This shocked her, and her body tensed up, emitting a chilling aura.

A wave of resentment spread, flowing with a deep, dark aura, entering through the various orifices on the woman's body. In addition, there were lurking dark substances, like rivers flowing into the sea, seeking to seize her body and spirit and bring her back.

"No!"

The cries were heartbreaking, but there was nothing that could be done. After a struggle, the primordial spirit figure shrouded in moonlight stopped in place. After a long while, it slowly opened its eyes, and rays of purple light shot out from them, causing the sea of ​​the soul to tremble. Then, it instantly imprisoned the place, freezing everything in place.

In an instant, Yi Qingwu's temperament changed dramatically, becoming flawless and almost dreamlike in its beauty, a far cry from her previous appearance!

"Those beings with whom I have a great karmic connection are still alive..." she murmured to herself, her face indifferent, as she began to slowly refine the body.

However, the next moment, a divine will descended, locking in the resentment that did not belong to this world, originating from the divine thought that had refined the source of the Dao.

"You dare touch my men? You're asking for death!"

A detached voice rang out, accompanied by a deafening roar. A massive golden gate descended, carrying surging divine power, forcefully entering Yi Qingwu's sea of ​​consciousness. Immediately, a large hand emerged from the gate, wrapped with chains of order, its palm bearing the mark of a celestial gourd, and slammed forward.

The man behind Palace Mistress Yuechan has arrived!
"Buzz!"

As if the primordial spirit that had manifested from the cold moon was retreating, her tall and slender figure moved constantly, subconsciously unleashing the Taiyin Immortal Scripture, with a holy aura spreading out, carrying the vicissitudes of the ancient times, but the light that flew from outside her body was too terrifying, it was completely composed of symbols of order, and it was still pouring out here.

In the blink of an eye, the woman was grabbed by a large hand, her bare jade feet struggling helplessly, swaying, trying desperately to resist, but it was no use, she was no match for the Great Sage-level fire spirit of the future.

"Come out. Considering we are both from the Holy Spirit lineage, you still have a chance." Golden immortal light burst forth from the Dao Tribulation Gate, and a figure emerged from it, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, but with eyes sharp enough to annihilate everything.

The woman's hair was disheveled, strands obscuring her face, carrying a cool fragrance and a damp, misty scent. When she looked up at Yan Ming, her gaze shifted as if an era had changed, a bygone history rising from the surroundings, even the finest feathers seemed to hold the moonlight, possessing a beauty buried by the river of time. Another astonishing aura emanated from her, a mysterious substance awakening within her.

"The arts of yesteryear, from this day forward, return..."

A special ancient incantation begins!

Yan Ming glanced sideways, sensing that the other party intended to use another Dao Fruit. The unusual activity at Wanlong First Peak outside made him take it seriously.

This is, after all, most likely a lingering remnant of an immortal embryo from a place of ascension to immortality, and should not be taken lightly!

"It's clearly not a divine thought, just a wisp of fragmented soul light. When did it revive?" he muttered to himself, slightly puzzled. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation, but he didn't slow down at all.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the black gourd shot out and landed on Yi Qingwu's head, illuminating that wisp of soul light and halting the process of the Dao Fruit's revival.

Yan Ming frowned, realizing the root of everything: the darkened soul matter, maintained at the saint level, a trait similar to that of other deities.

From regret to a stable obsession?
Is this considered a variant?

Of course, Yan Ming didn't have time to think about that. He was currently separating his divine senses, trying to free Yi Qingwu.

He had done something similar before. In the past, when Lin Jia was possessed by the divine thought of the Great Perfection Holy Body in the Holy Cliff, it was he who separated the two. However, this also caused some aftereffects. Lin Jia was bedridden for several months, and was eventually cured by Ye Fan with the Holy Fruit.

Now that Yan Mingdao's Dao Fruit has been sublimated, his divine sense is more than ten times stronger than before. In addition, he has planted his mark on every inch of Yi Qingwu's body, including her soul. It's not just a matter of knowing the depth of her knowledge!
Under normal circumstances, separating the two should not be too difficult.

However, even when things are normal, some abnormal situations may occur.

"No!" Yi Qingwu gasped, her body convulsing. She recovered at the critical moment and begged Yan Ming to stop. Her expression was so weak that it was heartbreaking.

That wisp of ancient soul light is hidden in the Immortal Platform, and the two primordial spirits have begun to merge. No matter what is done, damage will occur, making people hesitant to act and somewhat caught in a dilemma.

“She is actively merging with me…” Yi Qingwu’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and her primordial spirit was shrouded in a strange energy.

Yan Ming's eyes flickered, and he shook his head inwardly. The other party was putting himself in a desperate situation.

Perhaps Yi Qingwu alone could not suppress the soul light of the ancient holy spirit, but with him added, it would be different.

First, let the other party integrate 30% of it, then...

"I cultivate both body and soul, what can you use to defend against me?" Yan Ming thought to himself.

In the past, out of a need to explore the principles of Yin and Yang, I possessed six Divine Maiden Furnace Talismans deep within Yi Qingwu's primordial spirit.

The two have experienced the Dao hundreds of times!

Given the current situation, as long as he and Yi Qingwu are trapped in the Six Desires Array and their spirits become one, the third party will naturally be squeezed out.

Or, in another scenario, the other party weighs the pros and cons, chooses not to break free, and chooses to unite with them.

That makes things even simpler.

With just one secret technique of sexual cultivation, his divine sense could be reduced to the Dao-Severing Realm. With his support, Yi Qingwu could naturally take the lead.

In this way, their capable female official might even turn misfortune into good fortune and have a different destiny.

(End of this chapter)