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

Chapter 239 There are very few people in the world who can fight me to this extent.
The sacrificial cliff was deathly silent and eerie, emitting specks of dark and deep luster, as if it were polished from black gold. Wisps of mist rose from it, which could be dark dragons or fallen phoenixes, giving it a profound demonic quality.

But as a surge of yang energy emerged, the scene of this ancient place changed. A milky white, ethereal aura filled the air, and something seemed to awaken within it. Unique ripples spread and imprinted themselves on all the mountains.

"Buzz!"

That was the shadow of a flying immortal, the mark of the Great Dao, soaring into the sky, supremely holy and pure, with life essence as vast as the sea, and one could even smell the fragrance of the elixir of immortality, extremely otherworldly and serene.

Demonic Land, Celestial Land!
It all comes down to a single thought!
This is a unique phenomenon of Yin and Yang in this forbidden zone of life, which manifests as scenes of immortals and demons, and has an aura that transcends the Nine Heavens and the Ten Earths.

Seeing the rising celestial mist, the resurrected innate Dao embryo glanced sideways, feeling a strange throbbing in her chest, and her blood began to burn, as if something deep within the mountain was drawing her in.

"Hey!"

The void around her was glowing, and a celestial melody emanated from the depths of the dark mountain, ethereal and elusive, yet irresistible.

"This is your ancestral land, the invincible seed with an innate Dao body, come back..."

The purple-haired woman's brows were furrowed, her heart trembling. She remained motionless like a wooden or clay sculpture. Then, her primordial spirit was tinged with a dark light, and she became somewhat confused and disoriented, unable to resist the call.

She unconsciously took steps, her two long, shapely legs lifting the hem of her skirt, highlighting its alluring curves, as if she wanted to follow that undulation.

But then, the ancient female saint's celestial embryo emitted light, startling her awake and allowing her to escape that unknown situation.

"This is..." The Dao Embryo Woman was horrified. Her high breasts shook violently, and her collarbones were white and translucent. Recalling the scene just now, she couldn't help but feel scared. She had almost lost herself in that power.

This is terrifying!
On the other side, in front of a tombstone engraved with dense runes, a pair of clear red eyes appeared. When the eyes opened, colorful light was like a painting, and the faint sound of crows could be heard. The passage of time around them eroded the vitality of life.

"It's a failure. Nightmare Mist has surprisingly failed to achieve its goal." The ancient princess in the darkness pursed her lips slightly, captivating yet aloof, the Qilin pattern between her brows growing even more vivid.

She wasn't surprised that the Dao Embryo Girl hadn't been drawn over, as if she had expected it. Although the Nightmare Heavenly Mist was strong, it was still no match for someone with a firm Dao heart, not to mention that the other party also had the Demon Emperor's legacy.

Huo Lin'er didn't care. She just watched quietly as her slender jade hand casually played with a white-haired gold pen, the tip of which was soaked in an extremely dense dark substance.

"Buzz!"

Ahead, a sheet of pitch-black paper fluttered, with countless tracks constantly shifting and intertwining to form the image of mountains and rivers, drawing an array platform. Two figures were fiercely clashing within it, and all kinds of creatures within the forbidden zone were depicted on this black paper.

The small array platform was actually a corner of a cliff locked by quasi-emperor-level array patterns, reflecting the scene of the battle.

A dark golden crow roared across the sky, its feathers seemingly cast in dark gold, gleaming brightly. Its eyes opened and closed like two golden lightning bolts, sharp and intimidating. Its overall aura was as vast as the sea, like a primordial god of chaos.

Below, Ye Fan exerted all his strength, demonstrating the true meaning of the Great Dao. The divine powers of the Holy Body lineage were fully displayed, including all the words "All," "Soldier," "Fight," and "Before," as well as the six-character mantra. He killed the divine chains and resisted the Golden Crow Dharma Form.

The battle was fierce, and Lin Dong even manifested his Golden Crow Ancestral Body to engage in a major confrontation.

It must be said that the Holy Body is indeed terrifying now, with an unimaginably strong physical body that surpasses that of normal beings of the same level.

However, as the battle continued, Ye Fan's disadvantage gradually widened. In the end, he was no match for the Desolate Golden Body, which was pierced by the power of desolation. Golden blood splattered, painting the sky with a magnificent beauty, giving it a sense of vicissitude like the afterglow of a setting sun.

Among them were wisps of crimson blood, like the translucent branches of the Seven Treasures Tree, or like pearls lost in the ocean, beautiful and dazzling, radiating a powerful bloodline fluctuation that even the Great Sage could not calm down.

"This aura... he possesses a remarkable concentration of imperial blood." Ye Tong was very surprised. As a bloodline returnee, he was very familiar with this aura. The other party's bloodline was definitely not as simple as it appeared on the surface!
The onlookers deep within the forbidden zone all paled. A Saintly Body at the ninth level of the Saint Realm was nothing special here, but if someone had refined the Elixir of Immortality and the Saintly Fruit, and awakened divine blood, that would be a different story. At the very least, the opponent had a chance to reach the forbidden level. The opponent had inherited the blood of an ancient powerhouse!

So-called imperial blood or royal blood does not necessarily require the union of yin and yang and natural gestation to obtain. Sometimes, by chance, initiation, possession, blood exchange, etc., can also enable ordinary people to have noble bloodlines and embark on a sacred path.

The probability is very low, but it's not impossible. In the vast universe and endless time, there are always one or two lucky individuals who can awaken the miracle of life.

The ancient snow hare was like this.

The little begging girl from over 200,000 years ago was like that too... only now there's another sacred body...

The great battle temporarily ceased. The dark ancestral crow in the azure sky was in a pitch-black sun, breathing in and out the essence of the eight directions, transforming into a black-haired man with cold eyes.

Lin Dong's hair mingled with the chaos, and the surging gray mist was actually a series of mysterious ripples that transformed into protective Dao patterns. He stared at the Holy Body but did not make another move.

Ye Fan barely managed to steady himself, standing there with bright golden blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and sighed, "I've lost."

The experts in this world are far stronger than those outside. Even if one grasps the essence of the divine restriction and combines it with the burst of the All-Word Secret, one can only barely maintain it. After the opponent unleashes the complete ultimate killing domain, one cannot hold on any longer, one's golden body is shattered, and one's blood is spilled into the sky.

The woman beside him came over to help him up, and looking at the powerful figures who had descended around them, she felt an overwhelming pressure.

The other person came to this hellish place alone for her sake, but unfortunately, they may both perish here.

The terror of this forbidden zone far exceeded her understanding before she died!
The Daoist woman suddenly realized, a bitter smile appearing on her lips. Yes, how could it not be terrifying?

It can bring the deceased back to life!

Creating a miracle unprecedented in history, no matter how bizarre it may seem, is justifiable; what we see now may only be the tip of the iceberg.

"My true form is a Saint King at the seventh level. Even if I suppress my cultivation, my comprehension of the Dao is still unmatched by any Saint. There are very few people in the world who can fight me to this extent..." Lin Dong was dressed in black, his eyes were deep, and many people could not fathom his true strength.

"You go!"

No one expected that he would say such a thing, completely different from his aggressive manner when he arrived. Instead of killing the Holy Body, he wanted to let him leave.

"This is against the rules..." an old man transmitted his voice, not wanting this promising young man to leave any hidden dangers, but Lin Dong ignored him.

"This mountain is the place I guard. Since I have already spoken, I will not take it back. Holy Body, you shall swear an oath to seal this matter, and then you may leave."

Lin Dong turned around and transformed into a streak of dark light. The shadow of a dark golden crow flew out from it, weaving patterns that were imprinted on the sky and transformed into a black sun, enveloping the area.

His true form, however, retreated into the depths of Black Mountain to begin refining innate divine fire and continue his arduous cultivation.

The others began to leave, but their gazes toward Ye Fan were meaningful, and some even smiled faintly, as if they were expecting something.

Flying across this area is prohibited, and getting out is not as simple as you might imagine.

(End of this chapter)