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

Chapter 3 A Dream of Six Thousand Years
The Holy City, also known as the Divine City, is the crown jewel of the Northern Territory, where all the major forces of the Eastern Wilderness gather.

Even the dynasties and ancient countries of Zhongzhou sent people to stay here. It is extremely prosperous and very conspicuous among the hundreds of thousands of miles of red soil. It complements the Purple Mountain and is one of the two wonders in the Eastern Wilderness and the Northern Region. Its strategic value is beyond words.

There are many stone workshops here, and the stone cutting tradition has a long history that can be traced back to ancient times.

The stone contains immortal treasures, the most precious things in this world: the Supreme Dao Scripture (incomplete), the Imperial Dao Magical Instrument (incomplete), the Immortal Golden Mother Qi... all of which have been cut out in the Holy City.

It didn't take Yan Ming much effort to find this place, but his real body did not move. He just transformed into two golden feathers and condensed the essence of heaven and earth as a substitute.

Together they went to Zishan to look for the Lihuo Divine Furnace and the Wushi Emperor Jade.

The other one goes straight into the divine city!
When one reaches the saintly realm, the soul undergoes a transformation and develops the ability to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.

Yan Ming subconsciously thought that something had happened here!

The number one bandit, the immortal old man, has a close relationship with this place.

The other party later appeared in the Yaochi Conference and was ranked in the holy realm, becoming one of the sages of the human race in the last stage of the Dharma.

The eternal theme of the world of "Zhan Tian" is "mania", with endless battles and competition for supremacy.

But some old people have changed their minds over the years, and they like to disguise themselves and become cunning and insidious.

"Gurgling..."

Steam was rising in front of a dilapidated stone archway, the lid of an old copper kettle was jumping, a large amount of white mist was hanging, the spring water was gurgling, and a greeting was heard.

A light breeze blew among the broken walls, blowing up the old man's white hair. Then, his tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

"The guest looks a bit unfamiliar." The gatekeeper glanced at the visitor.

This is a very special looking person, nearly 1.85 meters tall, with a cold and handsome face, a flaming crown on his head, black hair flowing down to his shoulders, a dark blue cloak with a gold lining, a pair of deep and captivating black pupils, and divine power ready to be unleashed. He is clearly an unparalleled powerful being, who, at his peak, was among the top of the Big Dipper.

At this moment, the powerful is the master of this land.

"This is my first visit here, and I'm sorry to bother you." The visitor said.

"This is a simple shop, with only this little tea." The gatekeeper looked very old, his voice was hoarse, his eyes were cloudy, and he lifted the handle of the teapot tremblingly.

No matter how you looked at him, he looked like a frail old man, easily toppled over by the children of South Village. But the location was correct; it was indeed the Tianxuan Stone Archway. After entering the city, Yan Ming suddenly felt the urge to see the strongest person there.

The person in front of me should be the doorman!
Yan Ming narrowed his eyes slightly. What was he thinking about just now?
On the dual nature of "mang" and "yin" in the world of Zhantian.

In this world, there are many talented people, and those who are not so talented usually rely on being reckless, such as the golden-winged bird king and the monkey.

Lao Deng is much more difficult to deal with. He lives in seclusion in the city. From saint to quasi-emperor, each one is more capable than the other.

In the early stages of "The Great Ruler," a saint guards the stone archway, and in the later stages, Ning Fei, one of the four great gods, works the land with a hoe. This reminds me of the scene in "A Certain Name" where Gao Zhiwu spends the entire night digging the land, sweating profusely.

This is a "return to nature" that is unique to old things, and young people rarely experience it.

While he was thinking, a hand reached out, dry and thin, with blue veins exposed, and slowly presented a copper gui (gui, pronounced the same as ghost), which was covered with the breath of time.

"Thank you."

Yan Ming sat down safely and calmly took the Gao Mo brought by the doorman. He looked at the stone in the square and took a sip. As for the taste... it was better not to add it. It was bitter and astringent.

There is too much foam in this tea, even the monks of Lunhai are unwilling to drink this leftover.

"This is just the low-key place we have. I hope you will forgive me." The old man sighed. His short brown clothes had turned white, having been washed many times.

His face was covered with wrinkles, and he drank the broken tea without a trace of impatience. His eyes were sometimes hazy, sometimes blurred, and filled with a deep sense of twilight. This gave Yan Ming a mysterious illusion.

Even if he hadn't traveled through time and space to become a holy spirit, he was still the 21-year-old college student in his previous life. He could have knocked the old man down with one kick and then robbed him.

With a bowl of rice and a jug of water, he remains calm even in the midst of it.

"What a great Tianxuan Wei Yi! This person's realm is definitely not lower than mine, and his strength is even higher than mine." Yan Ming muttered in his heart, unable to see through the cultivation level of the person in front of him at all.

Even if the realm is similar, the other party's state of mind, experience, and methods are not comparable to one's.

This is the true saint of the Dharma Ending Age!
I can only be considered half. The laws inside the Holy Cliff are special, especially in the earth veins. The decline of the avenue is not as harsh as in the outside world.

"You need to be at least three levels higher to fight him. You can defeat him at the sixth level. It would be best if you can reach a higher level and suppress him with the body of a Saint King."

Yan Ming recalled the tribulation he had just overcome and had a clear understanding of his own strength.

Holy Spirits are favored by Heaven, favored by the heavens. Some Holy Spirits appear without even triggering thunder tribulations. Like a flood overflowing naturally, their supernatural powers and Taoist magic flow naturally, without the need for Heaven to send down a catastrophe. Even if a catastrophe occurs, it won't lead to life-threatening danger. This is clearly stated in the inherited memories.

But the benefits only ended there. With his current equipment and configuration, he was most likely the weakest Ancient Sage in the Beidou. The Southern Territory's Crazy Old Man, the Northern Territory's Wei Yi, the Old Immortal, Zishan's Jiang Taixu (a Ninth Heaven Sage), the Taoist from the Qin Clan of Zhongzhou (possibly a Sage King), the Killing Saint of Hell and the Human World... Gai Jiuyou, needless to say, was not one he could afford to offend.

The only suspense is the black turtle of the barbarian tribe, which can compete with Yan Ming for the last place.

"This place has been deserted for many years. It belonged to a great sect in the past, but... with the passage of time, it has long been dilapidated. If customers want to choose stones, they can go to those big workshops. Maybe they can cut out some treasures..." Wei Yi muttered, pointing in the direction of the city center, where most of the holy stone workshops are located.

"Tianxuan was once glorious in the past, but it was all gone in the end, and the stone archway also fell into desolation... Only these few pieces are left..." The old man muttered to himself, and with someone to confide in, he began to recall the past.

"Someone regretted the disappearance of the ancient religion and left this stone archway behind, asking me to guard the gate..."

Yan Ming said nothing, just stroking the ancient gui in his hand. His mind was slightly empty, and his whole body exuded a special Taoist aura.

In his field of vision, the figure of the old man in front of him gradually distorted, and the fog suddenly came, with the time patterns in it going back, as if going backwards in time.

"This... that feeling is here again, is it another dream? What on earth is it that pulls me into dreams twice?" Yan Ming frowned, but had no intention of resisting. He had deep doubts about the dream at the beginning of the time travel and wanted to find out.

I don’t know how long it took, but a cloud of water vapor came, bringing the scent of the sea.

Yan Ming seemed to be standing in a vast mist, his clothes fluttering in the wind and his hair flying. He stood straight and looked at Nichuan firmly, wanting to see where this dream would turn!

The next moment, the mystery disappeared, the scene changed, and a stunning face that made his heart stop was facing him.

This one glance spanned ten thousand years, filled with a hazy, thoughtful, and ethereal quality, as if it were untouched by the mundane world and about to ascend to heaven at any moment...

Yan Ming felt an inexplicable dryness in his throat and wanted to say something.

"Junior brother..."

The sound is very light and gentle, like the swaying of wind chimes, with a faint fragrance of grass and trees, making people subconsciously want to get closer.

"Sister..."

Yan Ming's trembling response was like starting a new life. He forgot most of the past and followed his senior sister away in a daze.

"My name is Wei Yi. I am the 372nd generation leader of Tianxuan. I will definitely make Tianxuan flourish in the future!"

The scene flashed across a grand Taoist temple. A teenager, looking respectful, knelt on a cushion, paying homage to the statues of the ancestors. Elders stood on either side, like two rows of eternal stone statues...

Yan Ming seemed to be experiencing another life, feeling the joys and sorrows of this body, and sometimes even had some illusions.

He is this young man...

"I heard that Senior Brother Shengzi defeated a great divine being in recent days and his name has spread across the five regions!"

Ten years later, the once immature boy has grown into a handsome man, as handsome as a jade. Under the swaying osmanthus trees and orchids, he listened to the conversation of his senior brothers, his eyes filled with admiration, but also with complexity.

The young man Mu Ai died of natural causes.

As stunning as the eldest senior brother is, he is indeed a perfect match for the senior sister.

Wei Yi sighed lightly, cut off the distractions in his heart, and from then on he would only seek the truth in the world!
He climbed up a strange peak, picked some leaves, removed a little, and put it on his left eye. Through the small hole, he saw the fairyland and a prosperous scene.

"What is the true dream? I, Wei Yi, am willing to protect Tianxuan my whole life and have no regrets until my death!"

……

"The teachers opened the ruins of the ancient Celestial Palace, and discovered dozens of northern lights and immortal connections..."

Several years passed, and a great change occurred in the Tianxuan Holy Land. Someone defied the will of heaven and dug out an ancient heavenly palace from the ancient forbidden land, risking his life to carry it out. It was said that it contained the secret of becoming an immortal.

It was September, the third month of autumn, and the ground outside the Sutra Hall was covered with yellow leaves.

A Taoist priest in hemp clothes walked out and looked at the many teachers and senior brothers rushing towards the ancestral temple. A sense of worry arose inexplicably in his heart, but when he thought of becoming an immortal, this taboo information quickly washed away his worries.

"Is this... the root of destruction? The ancient calamity of the immortals in the Heavenly Court has continued to this point..."

Suddenly, a voice sounded, making the Taoist's eyes flash. The long sword behind him was unsheathed, the aura of the second level of the Immortal Platform surged, and strange phenomena rose. The immortals in it roared, as if they were about to step into the human world in the next moment to show their divine power!

"Who dares to spy on Tianxuan!" The disciple of the famous family shouted and looked around, but found nothing.

The next moment, his expression froze, and he forgot everything that had just happened, feeling a sense of loss in his heart.

"I seem to have forgotten something... a very important thing..."

　I didn’t expect that The Great Ruler dropped to second place. However, the protagonist traveled through time on January 2025, 1, when The Great Ruler was perfectly ranked first or second.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)