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

Chapter 179 The Great Xia Dynasty Offers the Sword, Nightmare of Illusion Suppressed

Upon hearing about that past event, the Fighting Saint King paused, unusually dejected, his thoughts drifting back to the ancient times, to that era of endless bloodshed.

After a period of seclusion, when he awoke, his elder brother had passed away and the world had changed drastically. What awaited him was no longer the girl who dared to love and hate, but only a cold corpse. He was left to howl at the heavens and earth, and to fight fiercely in the Eastern Wilderness, almost sacrificing himself, all for revenge.

In the end, nothing was accomplished!
Behind the scenes, there was not only Kun Zhou, but also Di Que, who was stunning throughout the ages and could fight on par with his brother. He was unable to take revenge, nor could he save that woman. They missed each other in this life.

That was a past he didn't even want to recall—bitter, regretful, what was left in the end?
Everything is irreversible!
Tears welled up in the eyes of the Fighting Saint King, and he fell into a daze, as if he had reached the twilight of this life. Looking back, he seemed to see the girl's corpse again, and his heart ached.

Severing worldly ties, sealing away the past, and entering a Buddhist monastery in the hope of escaping the constraints of the imperial path—is this really the right path?

He fell into self-doubt, and a kind of demonic power was spreading from him, making people uneasy!

The monks of Mount Sumeru's expressions changed drastically as they watched the Black and White Principles spread, filled with worry about the upcoming battle.

"Buzz!"

Not far away, Yan Ming's brow was clear, and the Pure Lotus Demon Flame on his body swayed slowly. The Nightmare Mist spread, making him the only one in the field.

Just as the old monkey was about to lose his way, the Dharma images behind him changed, golden light surged, sacred and peaceful, and a golden holy ape rushed out. Although it had a compassionate appearance, it also had an imposing aura, exactly the same as the fighting Dharma image.

"Amitabha!" The old monk trembled slightly, and his eyes emitted a large number of golden runes before his gaze returned to clarity.
He has unlocked the illusionary nightmare town!
At this moment, divine light cascaded down from the heavens and the earth, and boundless power of faith spread, shattering the illusion and shaking all realms with supreme divine might.

"Hmm, the psychic body, you've already summoned it so quickly?" Yan Ming raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing the Fighting Buddha before him, and asked, "Are you now the Buddha of Mount Sumeru, or the king of the Fighting Sacred Ape clan?"

"All of this is me. Your illusory path is indeed terrifying, almost causing my past self to lose its way."

The old monkey spoke, merging with the power of faith in Mount Sumeru behind him, revealing great compassion. This was a manifestation of the Buddha's attainment. In this state, the chilling atmosphere vanished, leaving only peace and tranquility.

He chanted Buddhist mantras and said, "Today, anger has been stirred, and I have no choice but to fight."

"You are indeed ruthless, cutting off your obsession to break free from your shackles."

Yan Ming looked at the other person with a cold gaze, having seen some fragments of the past in the Nightmare Sky Mist just now, and had a sense of the other person's state of mind.

Those who have long-term contact with the Imperial Way will be influenced by the Extreme Way, developing terrifying resistance. If they want to achieve the Dao in the future, they will need to break free from the shackles of the past, which is very difficult because the enemy is the ancient emperors and great emperors who rule the world.

The other person's mark was too deep, especially the memory of watching his beloved 'die,' which gave him a terrifying obsession.

If he could slay Kun Zhou and rid himself of his obsession with revenge during the ancient war, he might be able to become a Quasi-Emperor.

Unfortunately, Di Que's involvement in that battle, to some extent, exacerbated the blockade.

After leaving the Divine Source, the old monkey went to Purple Mountain and fought with Gu Tianshu. Later, he felt the true meaning of "laying down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot," so he devoted himself to Buddhism and Taoism and voluntarily became the protector Buddha of the Western Desert Paradise, using Buddhist techniques to suppress his obsessions.

In the novel "Covering the Sky," he disregarded worldly causes and effects and was unwilling to meet Princess Shencan, which was probably part of the reason. Later, when he descended Mount Sumeru, perhaps it was because he had achieved enlightenment and had let go of his attachments.

Throughout the entire process, a crucial point was that Princess Shencan was saved, which loosened his obsession and allowed him to successfully become a Buddha.

But this life is different. Millions of years have passed in the blink of an eye. Looking back, the regrets are still the same, unchanged...

Now that the silkworm girl is dead, how can her obsession be eliminated?
The only thing that can be done is wait and see.

From this perspective, Ye Fan in the original timeline owed the old monkey a great debt of gratitude. He saved the Divine Silkworm Princess with the Sacred Fruit, changing the fate of many people.

Sometimes fate is just that magical. Who could have imagined that a butterfly's flapping of its wings could change the world?

"The cycle of birth and death, the changing of fate, the cause and effect between people, is truly fascinating..." Yan Ming smiled, withdrew his demonic fire, and in a flash, clouds swept across the starry river, and he was already in the universe.

The Victorious Fighting Buddha also emitted a blazing light and disappeared from the Western Desert, from the battlefield of the saints in the outer heavens.

Since the Star Wars, the extraterrestrial battlefield has reopened, and new holy blood will be spilled!
The universe was silent. Shattered weapons, massive bone fragments, and faded bloodstains floated in outer space, exuding a profound stillness. Yan Ming stood tall and slender, clad in an obsidian golden crow Dao robe. His hair was loose, and chaotic energy swirled between his brows. Wisps of imperial aura emanated from his immortal platform, the Dao bones left behind by a Great Perfection Holy Spirit were reviving.

"Monkey, what about your past self? If I'm not mistaken, you also have a future self hidden away. If you don't unleash it now, when will you?" he said calmly, standing in space like an ancient, eternal flame immortal. Within his golden eyes, the sun and moon revolved, and the heavens changed, truly exuding an invincible aura.

The Victorious Fighting Buddha frowned, his heart sinking, for his greatest reliance had been revealed.

The opponent has mastered the Way of Illusion and is a master at manipulating souls. He likes to draw out the dark side of others' hearts, and this Way is very effective against his past self.

"Is it the secret of the former? Did it allow you to witness the course of this battle?"

"Just think of it as me seeing the future," Yan Ming said, making a hand seal, activating the imperial bone in his palm, and with a wave of his hand, heavenly tribulation lightning appeared, with thousands of bolts of lightning annihilating outer space and bringing everything back to its origin, the heavenly tribulation energy surging.

Thunder is the transformation of wood!

With the aid of fire, it can reverse the chaos of eternity and also annihilate the heavens.

"boom!"

Yan Ming's hair flew wildly, his primordial spirit shone brightly, and strands of immortal light shot out from his immortal platform. He seemed to have merged with the Dao, reviving the Holy Spirit Emperor Bone within his body, ready to deliver a fatal blow right from the start.

In an instant, the light of the wood flames intensified, transforming into a true spirit thunder dragon beside him. Its color was as black as the abyss, and it roared as it pounced forward, unleashing an astonishing power that truly possessed a portion of the aura of a supreme being.

"Amitabha!"

The Victorious Fighting Buddha raised his head, his expression solemn. A precious pestle appeared in his right hand, its purple-gold luster flowing, revealing an aura that suppressed eternity.

He has no imperial bones, so he must rely on an imperial artifact to fight against Yan Ming's forbidden imperial path!

"boom!"

The Victorious Fighting Buddha roared like a lion, displaying unparalleled divine power, and met the terrifying innate thunder dragon head-on. The Buddha possessed compassion, but also the wrath of Vajra to subdue demons. The battle was fierce from the start, involving a clash of extreme paths.

The fearless lion's mark appeared, and swathes of meteorites turned to ashes. This old ape was unstoppable, its golden pupils emitting wisps of strange light, and the vajra in its hand was even more dazzling, ready to cleave through the past, present, and future, and suppress all enemies.

Yan Ming was even more terrifying. He chanted incantations, and in the dark universe, a magnificent and enchanting golden cloud moved gently, with thousands of auspicious rays and ten thousand divine rainbows. A golden ancestral crow of the Dao Tribulation appeared. With a cry from the golden crow, all ages fell silent. The fluctuations of the Heaven-Slaying Immortal Technique rapidly sublimated, colliding and turning out rays of world-destroying brilliance. A great collapse occurred in the outer realm.

When it came to conflict, he held nothing back. He immediately activated the ancient Heavenly Technique of the Golden Crow Clan to suppress the Ancient Buddha. At the same time, with a wave of his hand, he created billions of ripples and condensed a Dao Stele to summon an Imperial Artifact.

Beidou Zhongzhou, the ancestral land of the Great Xia Dynasty, a talisman glowed, radiating a sacred aura. Several elders exchanged glances, their expressions extremely solemn.

"By sending out the ancestral weapon, the Lord of Sacred Cliff quelled the turmoil among the ancient clans. Today, he requests a sword, and our clan will naturally offer it." A withered old man, whose hair had almost all fallen out, said, decisively choosing to take sides.

The other high-ranking officials of the Great Xia nodded, with the Great Xia Emperor even ranking last, as his father and grandfather were all present, and they immediately began to offer sacrifices to the imperial artifact.

As for the Western Desert Buddhist sect's friendly relations with the Great Xia Dynasty, sorry, we're really not familiar with them!

We have long since taken the form of the Heavenly Court!
The next moment, the entire Central Plains trembled, and countless living beings cried out in amazement, realizing what it meant to be the one everyone hoped for!
"boom!"

A tremendous divine power surged forth, undulating like a vast ocean, boundless and immense. The fluctuations grew increasingly terrifying, causing some stars to tremble and sweeping across this star field.

The Supreme Emperor Sword, like an ancestral dragon, shook its head and tail, releasing a terrifying aura that shook the world. It possessed an unparalleled killing intent that suppressed the heavens.

It flew into the dark universe and merged with the Dao stele outlined by the secret of the character "兵". It was then mastered by Yan Ming and immediately unleashed the most dazzling imperial dragon aura, making the place as bright as day.

"The Eternal Sword Flame of the Void is Immortal!"

With a deafening roar, the battlefield outside the realm resounded as a nine-leaf immortal grass appeared out of nowhere, cleaving through the universe, aiming to sever the Buddha's head and slaughter everything in its path!
(End of this chapter)