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

Chapter 311 Ye Fan, who sacrificed himself to quell the rebellion, and the Quasi-Immortal Artifact

Gu Diao Cuihuang felt a chill run through his body. He felt as if he were trapped in a swamp, unable to escape, which was absurd for a figure of imperial status.

"He might not survive. Dao Li died, but he was also injured..." His voice was indifferent, but the liquid that inexplicably appeared on his forehead was quite unusual.

Is it sweat?
Gu Diao's pupils contracted, and a nameless rage quickly rose in his heart. Just watching the battle, even if it was another Emperor, should not make him feel afraid.

Who in the world can frighten him?
Soon, more droplets fell. The Primordial Emperor looked up and saw that the source was above the dome. It was a wave of Dao, a celestial mark. Even more, some droplets, some as big as heads and five-colored, fell together. The scene was too magnificent. The ancient battlefield of the starry sky was filled with sorrow and was sprinkled with the true blood of the emperor.

The sky collapsed, the road fell... It was rain, no wonder, how could such an opponent make him break out in a cold sweat.

Opposite him, Ye Fan was covered in cracks and bleeding from his seven orifices. As a Great Emperor, he rarely suffered such severe injuries. But at the same time, he felt a surging power erupting within him, surging and exploding, propelling him toward an even more powerful realm.

The Emperor's Laws that he had previously struggled to control gradually became smoother and more effortless, no longer difficult!
"kill!"

Ye Fan's fist imprint lit up again, this time exceptionally bright, still the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist.

To live in the face of death, to sacrifice oneself to quell the rebellion!
This has always been the case with the Holy Body lineage!
"That's quite interesting. You, a pseudo-emperor, have unleashed your power in a desperate situation. So what?" Gu Diao Cuihuang said, his eyes so cold they could freeze the universe.

At that moment, his large hand slammed down, and the Supreme Ancient Emperor Weapon followed suit, striking down. Not only that, but two huge beams of light swept in from the direction of the Big Dipper, deafeningly loud. Stars were like dust, so insignificant under the chain of order.

Even though the Supreme Being has not left the Immortal Source, it still possesses some Emperor-level combat power, which is fatal to the Holy Body at this moment. We must attack its weaknesses when we clash with it!
Ye Fan's expression changed, and he immediately flew sideways to dodge at top speed. However, the result was somewhat terrifying: the light engulfed the area, leaving him nowhere to hide.

"puff!"

Ye Fan was torn to pieces and disintegrated once more. His once indestructible peak imperial body was reduced to white bones and blood.

Three giant hands in the sky reached down, trying to seize his imperial blood and refine it into an imperial-grade pill, treating him as a trophy.

As the chanting began, Ye Fan struggled to reform, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He managed to escape through the gaps between the three large hands, nearly shattering once again. The situation was extremely critical.

"Your realm is unstable, and you possess power that doesn't belong to you. Wouldn't it be better to let it become my Emperor Pill?" Gu Diao Cuihuang's voice rang out like a soul summoning, too swift. Then, like a Kunpeng spreading its wings and attacking from the sky, it was wrapped in a faint blood light, as if it could cleave the heavens!
The power of their bloodline is terrifying!
"Boom!"

He shattered the two giant hands vying for the Emperor's Blood, and with a soft shout, the azure light blazed brightly. His body shot out like a divine arrow, seemingly piercing through the void, as if to cause the space to collapse, and the area instantly distorted.

The Primordial Emperor unleashed the power of thunder!
The ancient imperial weapon crashed down, as if the heavens were collapsing, causing the void to explode.

In comparison, it seems that the Gu Diao is the true emperor of this era, suppressing the universe and its mountains and rivers, while the Holy Body is truly inadequate.

Ye Fan summoned the shattered Origin Cauldron of the Mother Qi of All Things, and the Secret of the Word "Xing" shone brightly. Instead of confronting it head-on, he avoided its sharp edge. Time was on his side.

While the ultimate refinement of the forbidden zone is powerful, it is destined to be difficult to maintain.

The aura of the Gu Diao inevitably weakened slightly, which was an important signal and, in a sense, determined the direction of the Imperial War.

"It's no use, you can't escape."

The ancient emperor's chilling voice resounded throughout the starry sky. As his body stretched out, his speed was astonishing, making it difficult for the Holy Body to resist.

"boom!"

The two met and a violent conflict erupted instantly, like two beams of light entangled, fighting, and locked in a life-or-death duel.

A terrifying energy surged outwards, accompanied by a clear sound of bones cracking. Ye Fan's chest was ripped open once more, his tattered clothes stained with crimson blood, and he staggered backwards.

He suffered a severe injury. Even with all his strength, he was no match for the ancient emperor. Being struck by the emperor's weapon was like being suppressed by a prehistoric sacred mountain, an unbearable burden.

"I refuse to accept this! I'll fight again!!"

Ye Fan spat out a mouthful of blood, leaped up desperately, and continued to fight, not hesitating to burn his life force. Because he never considered himself a Great Emperor; he was merely a Quasi-Emperor falsely holding the ultimate Dao fruit. To be able to fight to this extent with an ancient supreme being was not shameful.

He started fighting desperately; a glimmer of hope had appeared...

In another corner of the mythical battlefield, the battle was even more terrifying. A great bell rang out, and chaotic light surged. A golden crow, forged from the gold of the Dao Tribulation, roared across the heavens and earth, wielding a celestial weapon and dancing, forcing the supreme beings of the forbidden zones to retreat continuously.

The intensity of the eye of the storm exceeded everyone's imagination; the sky collapsed, the earth cracked, ghosts howled, and the sun, moon, and stars dimmed in large swaths.

The Spirit Emperor, Beast God, Peng Emperor, and Blood Phoenix Ancient Emperor all went mad. Even with such a lineup, they still couldn't kill Yan Ming. This was unacceptable to the Ancient Emperors, who had already reached the pinnacle of their power and had no way out. Their only hope was to use Yan Ming's true blood to prolong their lives. Yan Ming, in turn, also wanted to kill them to gather twenty-four Emperor-grade souls.

They fought their way from one region to another, relentlessly until the enemy was dead. There were no more words to say; they could only let the enemy fall and bleed to death.

"Oh!"

Yan Ming was like a god of death. His eyes flashed with cold lightning as he opened and closed. He displayed the profound meaning of the Heaven-Piercing Immortal-Burning Technique and the Undying Scripture. The river of time stopped for him. He arrived in an instant and blasted forward with a spear. His blood energy was overwhelming and pierced through the mythical battlefield.

With a "poof," the Blood Phoenix Ancient Emperor was struck, sending sparks flying. Even the divine halberd forged from phoenix blood and crimson gold could not withstand it. Its light dimmed, and its spirituality was greatly reduced, making the ancient emperor's already dim divine sense even worse.

This is like the first domino to fall!
Blood Phoenix Ancient Emperor lost his composure, but no one expected that chanting would erupt from countless red lights. The secret technique for stabilizing the primordial spirit was fully utilized. He forcibly condensed his mind and calmed down, maintaining his composure.

Over a long period of time, this forbidden being also discovered some ways to resist the erosion of the ancient imperial weapon, and was able to slow down the speed of fusion with the weapon.

He was not afraid of the Phoenix Winged Golden Halberd being injured, but he was worried about his soul, fearing that his primordial spirit would become obscured in the great battle, at which point he would no longer be himself.

As a result, it encountered a fierce blow; the celestial bell fell, interrupting the process.

Since his self-inflicted death, the thing that the Blood Phoenix Mountain Ancestor feared most has happened.

What's most terrifying is that Yan Ming's dark matter also flew over, with unparalleled power. At this moment, it was to be injected into the Blood Phoenix Ancient Emperor's body to imprison his spirit and then darken it.

"Hey..."

A crimson glow shot into the sky, its holiness tinged with darkness, its light laced with bloodlust. The Blood Phoenix Ancient Emperor screamed in agony as his massive phoenix dharma form transformed into boundless rain of light. In an instant, the laws of the universe vanished, but another aura rapidly intensified, reaching its peak.

At this moment, the Phoenix Winged Golden Halberd was fully revived, exuding unparalleled majesty.

The brilliant rays danced, dazzlingly red, sparkling and radiant, emitting a brilliance that had endured countless tribulations, illuminating the entire mythical battlefield. Strands of crimson light burst forth, dimming the sun, moon, and all the stars in the heavens, making them utterly incomparable to this artifact, utterly devoid of brilliance before it.

Yan Ming grabbed the boring bar and engraved the blood mark into it.

Darkness is the final destination of all!

“Young man, you…” A faint voice rang out. The original primordial spirit of the ancient emperor was replaced and became the foundation. The spirit of the ancient emperor's weapon, which had been suppressed, merged, and annihilated, was resurrected and retaliated by bathing in darkness.

This result horrified others, and for the Blood Phoenix Ancient Emperor, it was a catastrophe.

“I’ve said it before, the weapons are mine, and you and your descendants belong to me.”

Yan Ming's voice was calm. Then he swung the spear in his hand. The two weapons collided and instantly shattered into countless fragments of immortal gold. But they were instantly reassembled and evolved into something supreme. During this process, a large amount of blood-red light bloomed and the profound meaning of Phoenix Blood Crimson Gold began to revive.

This method is so astonishing, it truly turns the rotten into the miraculous!

For Yan Ming, who had awakened the golden mysteries of the Dao Tribulation, the Blood Phoenix was merely a latecomer.

He's the senior!
First, it extinguished the Dao Carp, then suppressed the Blood Phoenix. The newly reborn Emperor-Slaying Spear gleamed with a sharp, cold light, surpassing all other imperial artifacts. It could perhaps be called a quasi-immortal artifact. Beings who had wielded immortal artifacts could sense special laws emanating from them.

Just like the Void Mirror in the Dark Turmoil of Shrouding the Heavens, it has the potential to evolve into a Celestial Artifact, but the former is bathed in too much Imperial Blood and Royal Essence, far surpassing the Ancient Void Mirror.

This time, there was no suspense. The remaining Spirit Emperor, Beast God, and Roc Emperor could not continue and were trapped by the Spirit Treasure Array Diagram.

The initiative has shifted to Yan Ming.

Before the ultimate sublimation was over, another fall of the emperor began. All the beasts in the starry sky wailed. The terrifying aura was rapidly fading. A generation of beast god met his demise. The emperor-slaying spear pierced his brow. The immortal bell suppressed his god, and the killing spear pierced his body. All the radiant light on his body turned into darkness.

Yan Ming, holding the Immortal Bell, took away part of the Beast God's legacy, while the other part remained in the Beidou Forbidden Zone.

"what……"

After a hundred breaths, the blood of the golden roc gushed out, and the roc king roared to the sky. His golden feathers fluttered everywhere. He was covered in blood and fought fiercely as he soared into the sky, but in the end, he was locked by the immortal bell.

The bell tolls, freeze in place!
Spears pierce, souls perish!
This battle is drawing to a close.

(End of this chapter)