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

Chapter 201 Cang Yan, wake up!
A thousand turns of light, a hundred shadows of a god, accompanied by the appearance of a flame mark, and the Yin-Yang chain spread across the sky, this being that came from the depths of the starry sky and appeared before Cang Yan. From the moment he descended, he had an extraordinary and unique aura!

His full head of black hair, unadorned and casually flowing down, was held together only by a simple rope. He wore a Dao Tribulation Golden Crow Robe, embroidered with scenes of the True Yang contained within the Li Fire, as well as patterns of flowers, birds, fish, and insects. His golden eyes were almost divine, the Dao patterns within them materialized, and the moment they met his gaze, even a Great Sage couldn't help but tremble, feeling a pain as if a knife were scraping his bones or an arrow were piercing his marrow—a terrifying sensation beyond measure.

The next moment, Cang Yan's gaze became unfocused. When he looked again, the young man had vanished, leaving only a blurry imperial figure. He descended into the universe, riding the Extreme Dao Chain, like a king among immortals, possessing an aura that could swallow mountains and rivers and that made him the only one who reigned supreme in the six directions and eight wastelands.

"Imperial Fire Spirit!!!"

Cang Yan was speechless, a huge wave of emotions surging in his heart. He was startled by this thought: Did a peerless master perish here in ancient times? But according to ancient records, it should have been a stone spirit.

However, the opponent's imperial blood aura was incredibly real.

His expression changed drastically, and he felt a stinging pain in his eyes. When he looked again, everything vanished, leaving only the man who seemed to be the embodiment of the sun.

In ancient times, a fire spirit attained enlightenment beyond the realm. Is the person before you a reincarnation? Or a prince of the Holy Spirit?
"They are enemies, not friends!"

Cang Yan realized that he could not let the opponent build up his momentum at this time, otherwise it would cause endless trouble and he would be at a complete disadvantage in terms of mental state.

This kind of suppression is unbearable for him; it will block his path to becoming a quasi-emperor and prevent him from ever facing this person again!

While the Imperial Fire Spirit of the long river of time is certainly respectable and worthy of his worship, it is a pipe dream for a person from a later generation to subdue him with bloodline!
The ancient royal families and great emperors of the Burial Emperor Star are mostly self-proclaimed by the Great Sages, yet not a single quasi-emperor or quasi-king can be seen. Why is that?

Those with the ambition of becoming emperors will never be intimidated by so-called ancient princes or forbidden princes!

Without the ambition to forge ahead, one is at best a guard dog, how can one be worthy of the title of 'Emperor'?

"who are you?"

Cang Yan's voice was deep, and thousands of strands of fire essence flowed, forming a divine halo forged from heavenly fire, protecting him within it. His body shone brightly, awe-inspiring and terrifying.

How could such an invincible holy figure be unknown?

Whether it was him or his ancestors, they should all possess unparalleled prestige, a world-shaking reputation, and be engraved in the depths of time.

"The forbidden zone of the Holy Spirit Royal Family, Yan Ming, Yan Maoqing." Yan Ming said calmly. Yan means fire, hence the name Maoqing, which represents the fusion of wood and flame.

He didn't care about Cang Yan's attitude. The so-called "tiger body trembles and bows down" was just a joke in mortal stories. When a peerless fire spirit who is about to become a quasi-emperor meets someone of the same level, the other party will have respect and fear, but will never have the heart to follow him.

"The forbidden zone of the Holy Spirit Ancestral Land of the Burial Emperor Star? You're from there."

Cang Yan suddenly recalled the legends in the starry sky, that ancient forbidden zone of life, where royal holy spirits resided in the heavens, overlooking eternity and observing the rise and fall of eras.

But that forbidden land should have been destroyed. In the ancient times, great emperors attacked and swept away the ancestral land of the Holy Spirit, leaving only eternal regret.

Why can it reappear?

"What brings Your Highness here?"

"Fellow Daoist, we are destined to meet. I have come with great fortune to help you break through the chasm and add another Quasi-Emperor to our clan," Yan Ming said, his tone indifferent.

He unleashed his power, and strands of celestial radiance emanated from between his brows. He truly possessed the aura of an immortal, powerful and terrifying. He walked step by step, oppressing the world. Each step he took had a special fluctuation, and the heavens and earth resonated with his Dao. He did not seem like a person, but rather like an ancient immortal of the Flame Dao descending to earth, looking down upon the mortal realm.

"I see that Your Highness harbors murderous intent. At this point, what is there to talk about fate or destiny?"

Cang Yan's expression turned cold. With the starry sky isolated and the ten directions restricted, this was a deadly array diagram. What great fortune could it be?

Being a slave or a servant is the only true thing!
Just like the stone man Ao Mang, who has four or five stone spirit servants under his command, or another great saint-level stone man, who is accompanied by the Immortal Tear Green Gold Ruler, and has purple stone dragons and white stone tigers pulling his chariot... This is commonplace in the starry sky and not worth mentioning.

In the Holy Spirit Clan, the strong are revered, and for the weak to become vassals of the strong is already considered an immense stroke of luck!
At this moment, the same fate befell him, which was definitely not pleasant and made him angry. He couldn't help but want to take action, but Cang Yan was no ordinary being and he forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart.

Even if it came to a real battle, he wouldn't be absolutely certain of victory against a fire spirit at the level of an ancient prince, as he would be subtly restrained by his bloodline.

Moreover, there's a good chance the opponent possesses an ancient imperial weapon.

A bloodline of this caliber must be protected by a heaven-defying magical artifact.

"Your Highness, the inheritance of the Holy Spirit Ancestor is about to begin. You and I are both members of the Holy Spirit. If we cooperate, we will both benefit; if we fight, we will both suffer..." Cang Yan patiently persuaded him. This would have been unimaginable in the past, and no one would have believed it.

Fire Spirit is volatile by nature, with a fiery heart. It can start a long battle at the slightest provocation. Its current state is something that Cang Yan has never seen before.

"I have long admired your extraordinary talent, and today I wish to witness your prowess. It will only take one move," Yan Ming said, his eyes indifferent, exuding a sense of superiority and pressure.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Cang Yan laughed in anger. Once is never enough. The other party's attitude was either crazy or he had something to rely on.

Both are Great Sages, yet the other party hasn't even reached the Ninth Heaven, and dares to say it's just one move!

It's almost certainly an ancient imperial weapon!
Damn second-generation rich kids!
"If you defeat me in one move, I'll give you whatever you want!" Cang Yan said coldly, his eyes shooting out two beams of cold lightning, but he didn't say the rest of his sentence.

If he were to rely on the pressure of the ancestral artifact, he would never yield, even if it meant burning his Dao source and fighting to the point of death.

"boom!"

He swept across the starry sky without holding back, unleashing a forbidden secret technique—a terrifying demonic light, dark and awe-inspiring. This was an extremely terrifying flame he had collected, called the Taiyin Immortal Flame. It was not scorching hot, but an icy flame that could freeze a person's bones the moment it appeared.

This Taiyin Immortal Fire is obviously fatal to fire-based creatures, which is a perfect counter to it. It can be used to offset the Emperor's blood pressure control and even turn the tables on Yan Ming.

"Your Highness, you are very strong and possess a noble bloodline, but this world is not what you think it is. Sometimes, no matter how strong you are, it is still a tragic song. Just like the mythical ancient ancestor under this demonic land, he could only end up in sorrow when facing the Dao Venerable. Bloodline has never been a necessary condition for those who attain the Dao!"

Cang Yan was covered in blood as he stripped the flames from the Holy Spirit's body and used them as weapons, paying a heavy price for himself.

"Quasi-Emperor level Dao Flame".

Yan Ming stood quietly in place, not interrupting, waiting for the other party to unfold. At this point, he had more than ten ways to break this cluster of Taiyin Immortal Fire.

"The Demon-Sealing Diagram has appeared!"

Cang Yan roared and used another heaven-defying method, instantly unleashing a powerful weapon—a forbidden artifact!

A scroll, with a whooshing sound, descended from the sky, carrying a chilling light, piercing into the star field. It was a terrifying array of myriad paths, directly covering the sky and engulfing this place.

In this divine painting, Cang Yan sealed the essence of nine Great Saints, possessing their Dao and Dharma. Once unleashed, all things would be destroyed! For this move, he could be said to have used all his resources without holding back. That cluster of Dao Fire was something he had obtained after nine deaths and one life. The Demon Sealing Painting was even more rare, a magical artifact he had forged by melting down all the divine materials in recent years. It could only be used once and was his last trump card.

"If you can break the seal in one move, I'll accept it," he said coldly, his heart bleeding. He had poured too much into this battle, all his savings from the past years.

"boom!"

In an instant, the Demon-Sealing Diagram, carrying the Taiyin Immortal Fire, shattered the vacuum and pressed down with the marks of all the heavens and myriad paths. For any Great Sage, without preparation, it would surely be a catastrophe.

The stone spirit Ao Mang from the outside world would be instantly killed by this combination without any surprises!

However, to Cang Yan's surprise, the young and somewhat frightening Holy Spirit Prince opposite him was not worried, but calm and composed.

"Buzz!"

Yan Ming pointed out, and the chain of order began to stir, revealing the true meaning of Yin and Yang. The eighteen talismans quickly merged into one, releasing wisps of chaotic energy that sealed the heavens and the earth.

The first nine ancient characters are the nine Emperor characters from the Ancient Sun Scripture, while the latter nine ancient characters are the nine talismans from the Mother Moon Scripture. The two combine and generate each other, transforming into one another, and directly sealing and capturing the Immortal Fire of the Moon.

"What?! You're the Fire Spirit Prince, and you also cultivate the Taiyin Ancient Scripture?!" Cang Yan was shocked, never expecting that the other party would break the Immortal Flame using such a method.

"A lone sun cannot last, a solitary fire cannot flourish; the true path lies in the unity of yin and yang, and the fusion of wood and flame," Yan Ming commented, as an imperial figure appeared behind him, towering and unapproachable.

With a thought, he made a hand seal, and in an instant, the Yin-Yang chain condensed into a chaotic finger, which vibrated and shattered the divine image as if piercing through silk. Then it struck forward with extreme ferocity.

"Impossible?" Cang Yan trembled, roaring at the Star Sea, trying his best to fight back and resist, trying to block that chaotic finger, but he was still shattered there. He was no match for it and had no power to fight back.

He was struck across 100,000 light-years, shattering countless stars. He coughed up blood, his face filled with horror, almost going mad. He still wanted to fight, but he no longer had the means. His bones and meridians were shattered, his Dao Palace was sealed, and his divine power source was dried up.

"I am not reconciled!" Cang Yan roared, forcibly activating his blood energy, unable to accept this outcome.

Yan Ming walked over, chanted the Taiyin Scripture, and placed the Quasi-Emperor Seal he had obtained from the Kunlun Clan on his body, saying, "Cang Yan! Wake up!"

In an instant, the azure flames trembled. Overwhelmed by the projection of the Imperial Fire Spirit, he felt as if countless gods and demons were howling in his ears, causing his primordial spirit to tremble. He subconsciously lowered his head, which had been held high for thousands of years.

"Greetings... Your Highness." The peerless fire spirit knelt in greeting, his body covered in cracks—the wounds of the Great Dao—with countless dark substances spreading and boiling, causing profound changes.

He now understood why he had failed!

Under divine restrictions, a single finger strike was earth-shattering. The Dao Fruit of this Holy Spirit Prince was terrifying to the extreme, beyond his ability to match!

"I never imagined I would fall into such a state. However, the prince has the potential to reach the Great Perfection realm and has bestowed upon me the Primal Sun God Fire and the two ancient scriptures, Taiyin and Taiyang. Perhaps this can help me open the door to becoming a Quasi-Emperor." Cang Yan couldn't help but sigh in his heart. A flame mark silently appeared on his soul, surrounded by sacrificial materials. He would naturally develop a goodwill towards Yan Ming and feel immense respect for him.

In the novel "Covering the Sky," Amitabha Buddha subdued the entire ancient road, and Ye Fan created the Heavenly Emperor Fist to subdue the Golden-Winged Roc. These methods were almost like conversion, yet the latter showed no aversion. The most fundamental aspect of his soul convinced him to believe in the practitioner. Despite his life's Dao attainment failing, he bowed down to another person.

"Your Highness, I previously agreed with Ao Mang that if anything major happened, we would inform the Light Clan via a talisman and request the ancient imperial army to come and assist us. They may already be on their way." Cang Yan bowed respectfully, humble and courteous. His condition was rapidly recovering, and his body was flowing with radiant light. This was thanks to the dark matter of the Immortal Ruins, which could help people transform, and had a similar profound effect to the Secret of the Word "Zhe".

When he was trapped in this unfamiliar starry sky, he crushed the jade talisman, hoping that Ao Mang and the evil god of the Light Clan would come to his rescue.

"How do you understand the scriptures?" Yan Ming asked, and then bestowed upon him one move of the Heaven-Piercing Immortal-Burning Technique.

After a moment of contemplation, Cang Yan came to his own conclusion.

The primordial solar fire and the two immortal scriptures were helpful to him, but the more crucial factor was the ancient heavenly technique, which shook some of the barriers and allowed him to find a glimmer of inspiration.

"If nothing unexpected happens, I should be able to break through to the next realm within a hundred years," he replied, his heart pounding with excitement. He didn't know how long he had been waiting for this day.

On the path of cultivation, one is not afraid of perilous and difficult roads, but rather of having no path ahead; that is the most terrifying thing.

It was the same before. He had accumulated enough knowledge, but he had no direction on how to break through to the Quasi-Emperor level. The Holy Spirit was naturally imprisoned, and he could only break through if he had a heaven-defying opportunity. It would be even more difficult for him to be by Cang Yan's side.

Under these circumstances, he could only pin his hopes on a transformation of his bloodline, using the Heaven-Mending Technique to compensate for his acquired deficiencies and thus break through to the next realm.

"A century is too long; time waits for no one..."

Yan Ming couldn't help but shake his head. At this point, all he could do was wait. He could try the Heaven-Mending Technique to see if it could be used to his advantage and add another Quasi-Emperor to the Immortal Ruins.

In this world, Great Sages are common, but Quasi-Emperors are rare.

The Divine Court Emperor, deep within the starry sky, a dignified Quasi-Emperor of the Ninth Heaven who is about to attain enlightenment, only has one Quasi-Emperor of the First Heaven, Yu Huatian, under his command. This shows how high the price is for subduing a Quasi-Emperor.

"Your Highness, the Light Clan may have already arrived. They are an extremely powerful clan and possess the Divine Refining Pot. We must be on guard," Cang Yan warned.

"I know."

Yan Ming paid no attention to the Light Clan. With the strength of his divine sense, he had long ago sensed that a large number of powerful beings had descended from beyond the realm.

At this moment, the Divine Refining Pot manifested, and Princess Divine Silkworm was engaged in a fierce battle with the Evil God, destroying countless star fields. Further away, Great Sages were also arriving: human protectors, ancient Great Sages with domineering bloodlines, peerless experts from the Kunlun Clan, and several restless ancient royals.

These people are not only after the inheritance of the Holy Spirit and the legacy of the Dao Venerable, but also after the Supreme Artifact, the source of the mother energy of all things, and the ultimate immortal gold.

A certain sage in the Heavenly Court impersonated Ye Fan, appearing severely injured and on the verge of death. He made a fleeting appearance on the ancient road, leaving behind clues that completely disrupted the political landscape.

In the past, the Heavenly Emperor's son traversed the ancient path of the starry sky, defeated the Overlord Body, struck the Emperor Heaven, and injured the God Venerable, which angered the God Clan. The Overlord Body's ancestral star even dispatched a Great Sage to appear and hunt him down.

This was already astonishing, but it paled in comparison to the traces of the Holy Body.

Supreme artifacts, Xuanhuang Origin Roots, Nine Secrets, Immortal Gold, Emperor Scriptures... each one can arouse the greed of the strong, just like putting an unparalleled beauty in front of a prisoner who has been in jail for thirty years, who can resist?
According to intelligence from the Heavenly Court, even the Divine Organization and the Divine Court have set their sights on it. The latter has even raised its banner and issued a decree, stating that the Holy Body is of noble character, and that while a thousand soldiers are easy to find, a general is hard to come by. They are willing to use heaven-defying celestial treasures to heal the Holy Body.

In the past hundred years, the emperor has risen to a new level and now considers himself an emperor!
He also possessed extraordinary luck, with no shortage of scriptures or divine resources.

What Ye Fan has, the Emperor basically has too. There is obviously some sincerity behind that decree, wanting to subdue the Holy Body and make him a deputy of the Divine Court when he achieves great success.

Yan Ming pondered and realized that the Vermilion Bird had fought a great battle with Rong Chengshi and must have come into contact with Qi Refiners. This time, it was just a lucky coincidence.

With such a decree from him, the Qi Refiners of Flying Immortal Star would definitely be wary, and even the members of the Qingyang Clan would not dare to act recklessly.

After all, he is a being who is about to attain enlightenment!
For Ye Fan, everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction!

(End of this chapter)