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

Chapter 185 In a certain month of a certain year, Yan Ming wreaked havoc on the Silkworm Clan, his tyranny was extremely heavy.

Sensing the other person's state of mind, Yan Ming remained unusually silent, revealing a hint of gentleness, and nodded slightly to Yang Yi, everything understood without words.

She is a good woman.

It's not that the Dragon Girl is bad; in fact, her personality is quite interesting. She remains unyielding despite suffering and hardship.

Darkness cannot take away its will!
Even divine might cannot sway his heart!
If it were Huo Lin'er, Yan Ming wouldn't even care. He would just inject her into the Origin Sacrifice Soil, since the Dragon Girl still has his mark runes on her body.

"Many of my past enemies said I was born evil, but they were all wrong. I was just born cold-hearted." He muttered to himself, his expression indifferent, clearly not the transmigrator he once was.

Life is like smoke, and worldly affairs are like a dream. In one life-and-death battle after another, what is left?
The starry sky is filled with withered bones, the world is so cold, and none of those who survive are naive.

Dao Yi, who is considered to have the most intelligent mind among the imperial princes and ancient princes in Shrouding the Heavens, did not even blink when he ambushed and destroyed the ancient kings of the Big Dipper.

With the fall of the Vermilion Bird Quasi-Emperor, the Divine Court he resided in faced its end. Many people in the Heavenly Village insisted on a purge, determined to eradicate evil completely, but Ye Fan stopped them, stating that he would only punish the mastermind.

The power struggle at the top is like two towering trees; if one falls, its entire root system will wither and die.

As the ancients said, "When one person attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven." This has remained unchanged since ancient times!
According to the principle that rights and obligations correspond, the reverse can also be true: if one person suffers misfortune, the entire family dies.

If Yan Ming is defeated and killed, how many of his millions of Fire God Ravens will survive?

It's simply a matter of shared prosperity and shared loss.

Kindness to others is cruelty to one's own people.

"Om..."

Yan Ming rode a golden cloud, took a step, and appeared in the northern region of the Eastern Wilderness, where a standoff was taking place.

Shencan Ridge is a vast mountainous area that seems to have no end. Mulberry trees are everywhere, crawling with exotic silkworms, but the true ancient royal descendant silkworms are rarely seen.

"This clan is indeed extraordinary."

Yan Ming's gaze fell upon the mulberry trees, which he discovered were formed from divine energy, not actual vegetation, and he couldn't help but sigh in amazement.

He had traveled to the Chaos Dragon Nest, passed through the Fire Kirin Cave, and entered the Blood Phoenix Mountain and the Primitive Lake, but unfortunately, all of these were during chaotic times when great calamity was imminent, and he did not witness the luxurious heritage of the ancient royal family.

Only magnificent chapters can reveal the sacredness, and only grand halls can display the great power!
Compared to these old things, the Dark Heavenly Court and the Immortal Ruins are merely upstarts who have risen to prominence, and they are far from being as extravagant in terms of enjoyment.

Deep within the mountains lie nine Divine Silkworm Ridges, majestic and mysterious, shrouded in vast expanses of mist, all imbued with primordial essence and the aura left behind by ancient emperors.

This is the central forbidden zone of the Divine Silkworm Clan!
Few people enter, but today is different. People have barged in, the jade gate is wide open, and many crow spirits have stormed in, frightening many silkworm girls who cower behind the divine source tree, too afraid to come out.

Later generations recorded the story of the divine silkworm.

On a certain day in a certain month of a certain year after the ancient era, Yan Ming wreaked havoc on the Silkworm Clan, his tyranny was extremely severe...

Yan Ming did not disturb the fire crows along the way. He climbed the first Divine Silkworm Ridge alone and entered a magnificent place. The place was lush with vegetation, dotted with pools, and very secluded.

Passing through the sacred mulberry forest and the source mountain, beside a spring pool as green as jade, many people are facing off, and a chilling atmosphere pervades the sky.

"Do we really have to become adversaries?" Princess Shencan said coldly. She was tall and slender, but unfortunately, her true face could not be seen. She was covered by black and gold armor that looked like ink jade.

Her cold, metallic battle armor gleamed with a crystalline sheen and shimmered with dark light. She possessed an eerie aura, and the spread of her divine emperor bloodline caused the people on the other side of the divine pool to change their expressions drastically—they were her own kind.

The mystery lies in not being able to see its true form, and the fact that it comes from the Dark Heavenly Court makes it seem even more eerie. It's impossible not to attract attention. Now, it's also emanating the same aura, so almost all eyes are on this supreme Great Sage.

"I am very happy that you have appeared and advanced to the Great Sage, but it is really not right to bring so many outsiders to the ancestral land." The old man at the head of the group had gray hair and stood with his hands behind his back. He had long understood the cause and effect and knew the identity of the Divine Silkworm Princess. His heart was heavy.

He was caught in a certain mindset, worried that the other party, like the Nine Phoenix King, was in a daze and controlled by the Pure Lotus Demon Flame.

If that's the case, then conflict between the two sides is inevitable!
The Divine Silkworm Clan has traversed countless ages and will never become a subordinate force of a single dynasty or court.

"You want to fight me?" Princess Divine Silkworm said, her long, purplish-black hair flowing like the essence of the starry sky, her fingers as white as jade, the rest of her body covered in armor, yet she was still breathtakingly beautiful, looking unreal.

“Princess, that’s not what the Ancestral Saint meant…” The old clan chief appeared, trying to mediate.

Beside him was an old man who was staring blankly at the female saint in front of him. He couldn't help but sigh. This was his sister, who had perished in the late ancient times. He never expected to meet her again in this life.

"I can give you everything else, but I cannot give you the Ancient Emperor Weapon." The eldest brother of the Divine Silkworm Clan, Sheng, had a firm expression. His Divine Emperor Armor glowed, and symbols of the Great Dao kept lighting up. His aura had reached its peak, and he was very wary of the Dark Heavenly Court. From the very beginning, he had summoned the Ancient Emperor Weapon.

His body was tall and powerful. After being draped in the Divine Emperor's Robe, it looked as if it had been cast from nine-colored immortal gold, filled with the aura of the ultimate Dao and radiating brilliance.

"Leave behind the ancestral artifact to protect the prince? I can do that too, and I'll do it even better." Princess Divine Silkworm said calmly. She mentioned Daoist Divine Silkworm, who was sitting alone on a blue stone, his face pale and his brows furrowed with melancholy.

The members of the Divine Silkworm Clan sighed and said nothing. This ancient prince was different from the others; he lacked vitality and had an air of waning life. He seemed out of place in this world, and this had been the case for many years, and no one could change it.

Seeing his clansmen vying for power and profit, he didn't want to get involved. He simply picked up his wine gourd and drank by himself.

Perhaps from his perspective, everything is boring. No matter who obtains the ancient imperial weapon, it will not affect him, because the gods will only recognize him, and ownership belongs to him. Others, no matter how strong, can only have control.

There was also a small golden silkworm, currently in phoenix form, flying back and forth among the green pools, its face showing great anxiety, not wanting the two sides to start a fight.

It was very close to the Divine Silkworm Princess, and even though the latter had an extra layer of dark matter, it still clung to her.

"Is that so? You think I'm too old and weak to take over the heavy responsibility of the Divine Silkworm Clan? In that case, let's climb the eighth level of the Divine Silkworm Ridge. Whoever comes out first will be the new Ridge Master!" said the gray-haired old man.

The eighth level he mentioned was the ancient battlefield left behind by the God Emperor, which was also the end point of the Divine Silkworm Clan's training.

Know that all evil will manifest there. If the other party is tragically converted, even if it means destroying the Northern Region today, he will seek justice for his people and question the Heavenly Court.

"Hey!"

The green pool was only ten feet long, but as the old man spoke, it became emerald green and crystal clear, turning into a mirror. Wisps of immortal energy rose up, reflecting past images. It was an area outside the Northern Divine City where someone had cut open the divine source and seen a dreamlike and breathtaking purple-haired beauty.

She harbors a black, deadly weapon within her heart, extinguishing all life!
This is a spiritual pool left behind by the ancient emperor of Shencan Ridge. Every direct descendant can refine their body here. Moreover, it has a unique ability to observe the Three Realms and Six Paths, similar to the Heavenly Eye of the Demon Emperor's Palace.

Unfortunately, it was not the ancient emperor who could activate it; later generations could only infuse the aura of the people and scenes they wished to see into it in order to capture their traces. Given the importance of the Divine Silkworm Princess, the ancient prince naturally possessed the aura she left behind and had searched for it after his birth.

"Buzz!"

The green mirror flipped again, tracing streaks of celestial light that illuminated the scene of the land of immortality, revealing the figure of a black-haired man who was offering sacrifices to an ancient supreme being, accompanied by the elixir of immortality.

As drop after drop of liquid, resembling red diamonds, flowed into the altar, the mysterious soil emitted waves of imperial aura, its power overwhelming for eternity.

The next moment, with a sudden cracking sound, the surface of the divine pool shattered and fell into a chaotic state, never to be calm again. This scene shocked everyone, who were at a loss for what to do.

"It's the secret code for the character '兵'!"

Everyone was horrified. The leader of the Divine Silkworm Clan, Sheng, had wildly dancing hair and his leaden eyes were terrifying, revealing a horrifying radiance. At the very first moment of the change, he began to activate his great magic to fight against the intruders. In an instant, a clanging sound pierced the air as two chains of different orders rushed out from the surface of the pool and confronted each other.

“As expected of a descendant of the Goddess, he has some tricks up his sleeve,” Yan Ming appeared. Just now, he had used his supreme military control technique to manipulate the Green Pool and reflect his image, wanting to see what changes would occur.

The results were truly astonishing!

This item is extraordinary; it can even be found in the Immortal Ruins.

As they are the legacy left behind by the ancient god emperors, none of them are simple, and there are also differences in strength among the ancient emperors.

"You are very strong, truly a prodigy. To achieve such accomplishments in just over twenty years since your birth is unprecedented. However, you shouldn't have come here and stirred up internal strife within our clan," the Great Sage said in a deep voice. He had once admired the person before him and they had formed an alliance to fight against a great enemy.

I never expected that we would turn into adversaries at this moment!

This fire spirit is truly insatiable; it clearly already possesses an ancestral artifact, yet it still covets their divine emperor's robe.

You don't have one at home yourself, do you?

"Fellow Daoist, having reached this point, it's time to step down and yield the throne to a more worthy person. Why cling to power so stubbornly?" Yan Ming said leisurely, his eyes shooting out two beams of divine light. He stood in mid-air, his fingertips supporting a small immortal phoenix, which looked at him pitifully, terrified.

He remained calm. The Divine Silkworm Clan was not to be underestimated and was worth his visit. That forbidden being lying in the Nine-Layered Coffin had transformed all the way through the Sacred Ruins to become a Quasi-Immortal Emperor. The potential of this clan was far greater than that of the other ancient royal clans.

The eldest sage's eyes grew increasingly sharp. His ancient imperial robes shimmered with light, and his armor clanged as he prepared for a deeper transformation. Staring at him expressionlessly, he said, "Divine Silkworm Ridge is not Blood Phoenix Mountain. You've come to the wrong place."

“Interesting, truly interesting…” Yan Ming laughed loudly, followed by an intense killing intent that he made no attempt to conceal.

Ultimately, we must persuade people with reason!
"boom!"

With a deafening roar, space exploded, and he charged forward like a dragon bursting from its cage, carrying the Immortal Tear Green Gold Pagoda that Yang Yi had given him. He simultaneously activated the Heaven-Piercing Immortal Burning Technique and the Undying Scripture, each strike like lightning and thunder, resulting in violent collisions.

The old silkworm roared and quickly countered. The two rushed towards the outer realm and fought fiercely, exchanging more than ten blows in a short period of time.

"Qiang!"

Yan Ming seized the opportunity, focused his energy and spirit, and attacked without defending. The Western Emperor Pagoda in his palm trembled, its pressure as vast as the sea, and smashed the old man, causing him to stagger and bleed profusely into the starry sky.

"Buzz!"

The former was also injured by the divine silkworm's immortal light, but its body's defensive power was astonishing. After being buffered by the imperial artifact, it was not seriously injured and continued to urge the imperial tower to smash over.

This tower is meant to smash people!

The old silkworm retreated, his blood surging like a great river. He was shocked. He never expected this battle to be so terrifying. A newly promoted Great Saint had overwhelmed him, making it hard for him to breathe. He was no match for him from the very beginning.

Could it be the uniqueness of achieving the Great Sage status through a single secret realm?
Unwilling to accept defeat, he bathed in the nine-colored immortal light, his body radiating life force as he rapidly repaired his injuries, and then resumed the forbidden secret technique.

However, Yan Ming was not prepared to give him that chance!
"Qiang Qiang..."

The metallic clang was deafening, and the Divine Emperor's Robe malfunctioned, coming to an uncontrollable halt. Although it lasted only a moment, it was fatal in such a great battle.

The people of Shencan Ridge were terrified. This was the secret of the "Bing" character causing chaos, aiming to kill the enemy in an instant.

This method sends chills down everyone's spine; even the ancient imperial soldiers are affected. Is Yama truly going to become invincible?

"Boom!"

The old man was sent flying horizontally, piercing the sky, bleeding profusely, before falling to the ground.

The ancient imperial robes he wore were forcibly stripped off and draped over another person, emanating a nine-colored celestial light without any obstruction, and were easily controlled by the Divine Silkworm Princess. Her long purple hair was loose, and her body was slender and exquisitely beautiful. Against the backdrop of the armor, she seemed eternal, possessing a transcendent charm.

"Is it over?!" Many voices trembled. Surprisingly, they were not surprised; they all felt that the Ancestral Saint's defeat was to be expected.

After all, the opponent was the infamous Slaughtering Fire Spirit, the King of Hell who wiped out his clan.

Without a quasi-emperor, no one can control him!
It was already a stroke of luck that the other party showed mercy, which relieved many of the divine silkworms.

They are willing to talk, so why fight against a forbidden zone of life? It's just courting death.

"boom!"

The Great Sage landed with a stagger, but quickly straightened up. Blood was flowing from his chest, and a terrifying green glow clung to it like a bone-deep carbuncle, difficult to remove—this was the law of the Imperial Weapon.

Yan Ming had to admit that this person was extremely powerful and threatening. If it weren't for his transformation of his life palace, making him comparable to a Great Sage of the Sixth Heaven, it would not have been so easy to deal with him.

"I lost."

The old silkworm sighed, knowing that anything he said now would be futile. At that moment, his divine light reappeared, but this time it was not nine-colored, but seven-colored, enveloping him so that no one could see his expression.

"Ancestral Saint!" Several old mountain lords couldn't bear it.

"I entrust Divine Silkworm Ridge to you. I only hope that you remember where you came from, stay true to your heart, and they will become your helpers." The old Divine Silkworm said calmly, "I had a sudden inspiration before and saw an image in a corner of the distant starry sky. A purple dragon was reviving and undergoing a life-or-death tribulation. If it succeeds, perhaps the world will have another quasi-emperor..."

He paused slightly, then shook his head, feeling it was all meaningless. Behind the Fire Spirit stood a true Supreme Being. With such a foundation, what difference would it make if a Quasi-Emperor emerged from the Myriad Dragon Nest? It was destined to end in tragedy.

(End of this chapter)