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

Chapter 178 Monkey, do you want a fight?
The bell tolls, and the god perishes!
It's as if the curtain of reality has been peeled off, revealing black and white, all things are empty, and layer upon layer of light particles flutter and emerge into a hazy, fantastical world, as if a myth has been recreated in an instant!
The Dream Realm is a divine world that Yan Ming reconstructed based on the Yuan Emperor's Yuanxu Realm.

Using the Dream Bell as a key, the bell's ringing brings souls to their doom, trapping them in this realm. The Silver Blood Clan's unparalleled master perished here, becoming yet another wandering soul in the Dream Realm.

The western desert was bathed in light, the ancient temple on Mount Sumeru was opened, and the Victorious Fighting Buddha stood tall, his eyes flashing with a brilliant light as he gazed ahead.

"With a wave of his hand, he created a dreamlike world, obliterating divine senses. What a remarkable newcomer! He achieved the status of a Great Sage in a single secret realm in twenty years, and now he has even killed a Great Sage. I am no match for him..." In the prison behind the mountain, someone exclaimed in amazement, his eyes blazing with divine light as he witnessed the Great Sage's fall. He was filled with emotion.

There are very few Great Sages under the starry sky. Often, only one is born in a vast star field. They can establish a sect and create an immortal holy land. But today, three of them have fallen in succession.

Looking back 6,000 years from today, has there ever been such a sight?
"Ancient Buddha, he is merely a Great Sage who achieved enlightenment in a single secret realm. He should be considered a newcomer in that field. How could he defeat the older generation of powerhouses one after another?" A question came from the prison next door, full of confusion and not understanding the reason.

"You only know one side of the story, not the other. That fire spirit is inherently powerful and comes from a forbidden zone lineage. Furthermore, his strength isn't limited to a single secret realm; his original cultivation level might have already reached the Great Sage stage. The superposition and sublimation of different Daos naturally make him powerful..."

Moke said with a smile, his whole body looked disheveled, his face was full of wrinkles, and he lived in a humble cell, but everyone respected him. He was a true sage, whose understanding of Buddhism had reached an unimaginable level.

The old monk imparted his teachings and answered his disciples' questions. He then recited scriptures, and strange phenomena appeared all around: golden lotuses bloomed, springs gurgled, and shimmering light shone, turning the prison into a pure land.

Involving a power struggle at the highest levels, the loser is imprisoned, and his followers all fall from Mount Sumeru, voluntarily following the ancient Buddha to be punished. They live a very difficult life, but when it comes to peace of mind, it is a completely different story.

In a corner of the Northern Region, Dao patterns rotated on several array platforms, densely packed, revealing the Heavenly Eye and reflecting everything in the Western Desert battlefield in a truly visible way.

No one could remain calm. The one at the Holy Cliff had become even more terrifying, forging an unparalleled reputation. From this day forward, he could be called the Supreme Star, looking down upon the human world.

"It was the Primordial Ruins Realm, but I never expected that the forbidden domain of the Primordial Lake would appear in the end."

"Even the Great Sage of the Primordial Lake did not create such a terrifying primordial spirit world. You must know that he was a Great Sage, yet he couldn't even put up a fight in front of the Primordial Ruins."

Even the ancestral kings of Shencan Ridge were shocked, and the mountain lords confirmed each other's thoughts and sighed.

The Yangtze River's waves push the old ones forward, and the emergence of such a young giant has made many people feel old and lack the spirit to forge ahead.

In a corner of the crowd, a disheveled Taoist priest, carrying a gourd of wine, stared intently at the stunningly beautiful female saint who had made a fleeting appearance in the Central Region, lost in thought, seemingly pondering something...

"Buzz!"

At the border between the Western Desert and the Eastern Wilderness, Yan Ming's brow radiated a dark gold color, as if he had walked out of the dark world, bathed in the raging silver-blood flames, with a blood-red smoke trailing behind him piercing through the starry sea, as if forged from divine gold of order, with all the sacred returning to the black gourd.

Sensing the gazes from all around, he remained calm. After collecting the blood energy, he prepared to head towards the Central Region.

"Please wait, benefactor."

Unexpectedly, an ancient monk emerged from the space—or rather, an old monkey with fiery eyes and every golden hair on its body was crystal clear, making it appear extraordinary and dignified, standing in the Western world.

"What can I do for you?" Yan Ming turned around and stopped, not particularly surprised.

Even if the other party has extinguished all desires, if it involves close relatives like the Divine Silkworm Princess and the Holy Prince, they will still be unable to sit still and will inevitably come looking for them; it's just a matter of sooner or later.

"Was that man from the Central Region just now my nephew?" the Victorious Fighting Buddha said, his faith surging, his whole being mysterious and powerful. Yan Ming was very familiar with this feeling, it was the result of his long-term immersion in the Imperial Artifact.

"Fellow Daoist, do you think I used the Pure Lotus Demon Flame to control your nephew? Are you here to demand an explanation?"

Yan Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger. His thick, long black hair was dyed a pale gold by the true fire of the sun, and his aura continued to rise, like a dark king rising, possessing unparalleled domain suppression. The Victorious Fighting Buddha remained silent, scrutinizing the holy spirit before him, his eyes filled with an unfathomable depth. After rising, golden light also surged forth, condensing into a phantom Dharma image, facing Yan Ming from afar.

"Let him come over for a meeting." The younger brother of the ancient emperor who had entered the Buddhist path had a calm expression, but there was a fierce look in his eyes as he locked onto Yan Ming.

In this vast world, he only had one relative, whom he rarely inquired about. Even if the Holy Prince died on the path to enlightenment, it was his destiny.

But when it comes to bullying the weak and being enslaved by others, he must seek justice no matter what.

Even if the opponent is the infamous Fire Path Holy Spirit, the King of Annihilation.

"Monkey, do you want to fight?" Yan Ming's black hair was loose, and his bright golden eyes burned with intensity. Behind him, the radiant light of the Illusionary Dream Realm seemed to be about to rush into the Western Desert and unleash its immortal brilliance.

There are only two Fighting Holy Apes in the world!
When the little monkey was offering sacrifices to the earth, the old monkey on Mount Sumeru may have sensed something, otherwise it wouldn't have come out at that time.

"My mind is unclear. Since you refuse to give an explanation, then I will see for myself. You really think no one can see through your manipulation of other people's souls?" The Fighting Saint King's voice turned cold, his spirit and energy rapidly rising, his golden fur dazzling. He pointed to the sky and said, "A battle beyond the realm!"

Although he didn't know exactly what had happened, he was certain that something had definitely happened to his nephew.

The fire spirit before us is by no means a benevolent being.

The Blood Phoenix on the Sacred Cliff was in a daze, plunging into darkness. Perhaps his nephew had also embarked on the same path.

Thinking of this, the Fighting Saint King's face darkened, feeling guilty towards his elder brother.

As for the outside world, everyone was stunned, never expecting that a great war would break out again in the Western Paradise at the end of the turmoil.

The series of upheavals, which many people see as a mere coincidence or a sudden event, seem like a single straw that could have shaken the heavens and the earth, and they cannot understand why this happened.

Why is that?

"Does the Fighting Saint King really intend to defy the world?"

“Since the Holy Prince is involved, Shengfo cannot remain uninvolved. However, it would be unwise to punish those who quelled the rebellion at this time.”

"Although the Fighting Saint King has two imperial weapons, the Holy Cliff has even more imperial artifacts. I'm afraid he will tarnish his reputation for life."

The entire world was in turmoil, even the ancient clans experienced a major upheaval. All the ancient kings were watching closely and discussing it intensely. Many people were inclined to side with Yan Ming, because the Nine Phoenix Kings of Sacred Cliff were still there, which was an overwhelming force.

Not far away, a dark golden crow cast its gaze, its body surging with extreme aura, coldly scrutinizing the Western Buddhist Kingdom.

Among the group, Jiang Tingting stood out. She wore a silver dress, which was quite elegant and clean, but her face showed worry.

Her cultivation progressed rapidly, and she had already passed the Dao-Severing stage. Seeing Yan Ming facing off against the Victorious Fighting Buddha of Mount Sumeru, she was very worried, fearing that something might happen to Yan Ming. After all, that old ape had long been known as the number one expert in the Big Dipper, with unfathomable strength and great prestige among both humans and ancient races.

"At the end of the ancient era, someone was nailed to death by a great enemy in the blood-soaked soil for your sake." Yan Ming was calm and composed, but his words turned cold at this moment. He said, "Twenty years ago, when the enemy returned, you stood by and watched, thinking you had seen through the mortal world. Did you really think you were an unparalleled ancient Buddha? Now you've reappeared to search for your relatives. Where were you before? Or perhaps, in your eyes, your nephew's life is more important than that woman's. In the end, it's nothing but self-deception."

(End of this chapter)