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

Chapter 318 Catching a Netherworld Artifact Barehanded, Like an Immortal Descending to Earth (4.2k)

At the end of the tenth day, Yan Ming stopped narrating.

He stood up, and saw golden light illuminating the three steps, five colors and black and yellow rotating, and hundreds of millions of feathers brushing past, with surging and turbulent ultimate laws spreading out. This was an astonishing power.

Everyone was shaken. Some of the weaker ones crawled down like tumbleweeds. The powerful changed color. Even the sick and elderly among the people felt a sense of oppression and could not withstand such pressure.

And this was merely the breath of the Lord of Heaven.

"What divine power this is..." Xia Jiuyou murmured. A thousand years have passed, and she has also reached the Quasi-Emperor realm, but she is still extremely far from the Supreme Emperor realm.

As for Yan Ming, he has turned the world upside down, reaching the pinnacle of ancient history. Standing on the bones of emperors, he looks down upon the heavens. No individual in the human realm, no matter how powerful, can compare to him.

"Unknown surveillance..."

Yan Ming's true form revived, and he spoke inside the secret hall.

"boom!"

In an instant, heaven and earth trembled. From the depths of the ancient temple of origin, a terrifying aura descended, and a rain of flying immortal light fell. It was the Great Dao transforming into a storm, and the laws were churning, magnificent and unstoppable.

Almost simultaneously, in the palaces built by the Heavenly Court in various places, all the statues of gods lit up, emitting a dazzling holy light and making a sound that could shake the world.

This is the wondrous use of the source of darkness; it can manifest itself in all parts of the world, even those infinitely far apart, and be used to arrange the heavens.

Many people were trembling with fear, their bodies feeling as if they were about to explode under the oppressive aura.

"Hey!"

In the dark universe, a shadow appeared, silently rushing towards the spatial layer. With a single movement, the universe trembled, myriad paths intertwined and roared, and chaotic energy surged.

That was the aura of a supreme being, emanating from an ancient forbidden zone. It was not the true body, but a dharma body that attempted to self-destruct after being discovered.

But it was still a step slower.

"Oh!"

Yan Minghuo turned around, then waved his sleeve, summoning the Immortal Bell to freeze the illusory god. With a wave of his hand, a long, illusory river of time stretched endlessly.

His true form manifested, stepping through the void, descending step by step. He wore a black Taoist robe, his eyes were pitch black, his appearance was like that of a young man, and his brows and eyes were always sharp, as if he could cut through the universe, but he also had a near-immortal aura.

"Heavenly Emperor..." Beneath the celestial bell, that person shone with boundless brilliance, swirling around him.

Even in the face of danger, he remained fearless, merely chuckling coldly. But soon he let out a muffled groan, his body forced to bend down, bowing to Yan Ming.

"Roar!"

For the Supreme Being, this was a blatant humiliation, which enraged him, yet he was powerless to do anything about it; no matter how much he struggled, he could not overturn the immortal artifact.

There may be people in the world who can contend with immortal artifacts with their physical strength, but he is not in that category, not to mention that what came this time was not his true form.

"Is a mere phantom god worth all this trouble? Heavenly Emperor, know that you too will grow old and frail one day," the supreme being said calmly, composed himself.
"What a wonderful Chaos Fruit." Yan Ming's dark eyes turned golden, and the light of the Dao Tribulation flowed as he stared at the Void God with a pure gaze, as if he were looking at an immortal herb.

The Supreme Being's expression changed. He knew how terrifying this person was. Even if the Emperor was reborn and the Beginningless reappeared, they would still be unable to match this person in the way of slaughter. In the Floating World and the forbidden zone of life, some people called him the 'Killing Emperor'.

This title has two meanings.

First, there was the imperial throne, which was achieved through killing to prove one's Dao. The spear that killed the emperor had pierced through countless imperial altars.

Secondly, it is a prophecy that this fiend specializes in killing Emperor-level beings, and its hands are stained with Emperor's blood.

All the ancient venerable beings of the underworld he knew—the Eternal Life Celestial Venerable, the Corpse Emperor, and the Prison Suppressor Emperor—had died at Yan Ming's hands.
I miscalculated. I was lured here by that special immortal body, but I never expected to encounter this evil star. I have never seen such a gaze in all the long years of my life.

"So, you've failed to transform into a chaotic body, and now you want to use me as a medicinal ingredient? Too bad, such a thought is doomed to fail." The chaotic blood monster's voice turned cold, seeing through the greed beneath the other party's appearance.

"Nonsense, I am not that woman from the Forbidden Land of the Ancient Wilderness. As for you, a mere acquired evil spirit, your fate is already sealed," Yan Ming said coldly.

"Fire Spirit, you've gone too far."

The Chaotic Blood Demon's eyes were cold. The words "acquired" and "acquired" were taboo to him. His incomplete origin prevented him from ever achieving perfection, and over the years, it had become an obsession for him.

"Your later years will be filled with misfortune. You will witness the destruction of the tradition you established and the extinction of your descendants!" He uttered these words, which sounded like a curse and a prophecy at the same time.

A sudden, eerie wind and bloody rain descended from the starry sky, countless red-haired whirlwinds converged, and various terrifying phenomena appeared, causing the people on Wudao Mountain to change color.

Some people in Heaven couldn't help but get angry; this person was too ruthless.

At their most glorious and powerful moment, an ancient supreme being uttered these words, communicating with the heavens in the unseen realm. His words were lawful and powerful, and this was an extremely ominous sign.

In contrast, Ye Tong, Yang Xi, and the others merely sneered, wisps of dark matter emanating from their bodies, filling Wudao Mountain with a black tide, yet it did not appear evil at all, but rather like starlight flowing in the deep night sky, and was fragrant.

"You think this low-grade cursed substance will be useful to me?"

Yan Ming remained expressionless. As he spoke, he pointed a finger, his aura surging like a dark immortal king descending upon the mortal realm. Endless dark light gathered, turning adversity into prosperity, transforming into ultimate light. Layer upon layer of dazzling radiance fell, illuminating the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, the celestial phenomenon caused by the Chaos Blood Monster exploded, sweeping away the blood rain and turmoil, and the Star Sea returned to tranquility, presenting a scene of springtime peace and beauty.

As the embodiment of darkness, Yan Ming's substance reached a terrifying level.

Even if the Sea of ​​Bitterness is shattered, the Dao Palace is shrouded in mist, the Dragon Bone is destroyed, and the Immortal Platform is lost, he can still fight against the limits of the Dao with the Dark Ancestral Blood. His Dao is not limited to the Primordial Ancient Realm.

"You...how is this possible?"

The Chaos Blood Monster froze, then cried out in horror, sensing that something terrible was about to happen.

This path is the foundation upon which the three of them have survived and established themselves in the world. In the past, they used it to curse and kill those with the Great Accomplished Holy Body, and to start great battles, and they were always victorious.

Now, he saw an even more terrifying cursed substance, far more powerful than theirs.

Yan Ming didn't turn around, and said to himself, "Someone by my side is in need of a Chaos Fruit, and it seems that you were also attracted here by it!"

This is not a true monster. The Supreme Void God has left his body. Although he possesses some of the power of the Imperial Path and can overpower a Quasi-Emperor, the amount of chaotic blood inside him is not much.

Yan Ming restrained him and used his great power to refine him. Amidst a shrill scream, the person exploded, and specks of primordial spirit light condensed into a talisman. The patterns of the Great Dao spread out, pointing to a spatial node amidst the radiance.

In an instant, countless people saw a forbidden zone, barren and lifeless, constructed of laws, blurry and hazy, permeated with the pressure of immortals, extremely terrifying.

In the boundless void, a precious wheel hangs high, flowing with the aura of ancient times, eternal and immortal.

"My God, it's a Heaven-Reaching Netherworld Treasure!"

Some people exclaimed in surprise, recognizing the celestial artifact immediately. It was identical to the legendary underworld artifact, and its aura could not be imitated.

"The Underworld has not been destroyed; there are still remnants of the Supreme Beings." Rong Chengshi, the Old Serpent, and others gasped in shock. Yet another immortal artifact had revealed an ancient forbidden zone.

"Ninety thousand years ago, the Great Emperor Wushi wanted to destroy the Underworld, but he was blocked by the Netherworld Artifacts, which have now been discovered."

Even the big black dog in the courtyard barked, unable to hold back its roar, knowing what this meant. Ye Fan's expression was solemn. What he had witnessed today connected all the ancient histories. In fact, he had had doubts hundreds of years ago because the Heavenly Court's pacification of the Underworld had been too smooth.

There was only one Hell King, and after his defeat and death, the Underworld quickly came to an end without making a ripple.

Now that the truth has come to light, it has been revealed that the underworld was divided in the past, and some people took away the treasures of the underworld.

The weight of a celestial artifact is self-evident; even the mighty Emperor Wushi would be helpless against it.

"He has reached an unbelievable level, even immortal artifacts cannot stop him." Ye Fan sighed softly, the Heavenly Emperor's methods were becoming increasingly unpredictable.

Time flows on endlessly, and the stories of past luminaries are recorded and preserved for posterity.

Emperor Wushi wished to save his parents, but his path to revenge was fraught with difficulties, and he could only depart with regret.

In this life, it seems his regrets can be made up for.

"boom!"

Fragments of time danced and enveloped Yan Ming as he sped away from this place, heading straight for that forbidden world that existed between reality and illusion.

"he came!"

The chaotic blood monsters, source gods, and source ghosts here had already been awakened, and upon seeing Yan Ming, they all showed expressions of surprise.

A Heavenly Emperor who attained enlightenment through slaughter came from billions of miles away. Before he even arrived, his Emperor-Slaying Spear had already traversed the sky, bursting with intense light as it attacked.

Behind him, a woman in white emerged, holding the Immortal Tear Green Gold Pagoda, her beautiful eyes so sharp they seemed to pierce the sky.

The ancient ancestor of the Holy Body lineage also appeared, involving the cause and effect of death, and everything in the past will come to a conclusion at this moment.

"You saw through the immortal artifact? Is it due to the special nature of the Golden Holy Spirit of the Dao Tribulation? No, even Wu Shi couldn't do that. You're not much stronger than him." Yuan Gui's voice was chilling and ruthless. He was furious that the Netherworld artifact had been seen through. This time, he was truly in mortal danger.

This has never happened before.

What angered the three supreme beings even more was Yan Ming's attitude; he treated them as nothing and only looked at the Netherworld Treasure.

"Are you waiting for other restricted areas? I'll give you time." Yan Ming spoke, standing with his hands behind his back, blocking the entrance to the restricted area. His calmness and composure were frightening.

"Let's see how many people are willing to step forward, then we can all close the net together," he said calmly, staring at the three supreme beings.

The chaotic blood monster calmed down, its eyes constantly shifting as it stared at Yan Ming and said, "You and we are of the same kind. Can't we coexist?"

Yan Ming remained silent, only staring at him with the same gaze one would give a pill or fruit, which enraged the latter, who knew that saying anything would be useless.

"Fellow Daoists, this is the best opportunity! Today is the day to slay the Heavenly Emperor!" The Source God and Source Ghost shouted with all their might, hoping to join forces in the battle, but the depths of the starry sky were deathly silent.

Some supreme beings remained silent. In the past, they had conspired with the Source God and Source Ghost, but times had changed.

The previous agreement was to take action in Yan Ming's later years, taking advantage of his old age and declining health to wash away the humiliation of the past.

But the timing is wrong; they have neither the obligation nor the ability to help.

"Buzz!"

Several beams of light flashed, and celestial radiance rose from the depths of the ancient Big Dipper star, radiating countless auspicious rays and displaying millions of runes, densely packed and breathtaking.

The Primordial Mine, the Immortal Tomb, and the Celestial Realm ascended into the sky one after another, disappearing into the distance, unwilling to be tainted by this karma. Only the remaining base of the forbidden zone remained, floating there.

"kill!"

The chaotic blood monster roared, its power terrifying. The Heavenly Nether Treasure glowed and descended, attempting to envelop Yan Ming, imprison his laws and Dao, and temporarily restrict Yan Ming's cultivation.

"boom!"

However, to his utter ashen face, Yan Ming extended a hand, unleashing the Emperor-Slaying Spear, which struck with a deafening clang. The Heaven-Reaching Nether Treasure retreated in response, and the War Lord was sent flying millions of miles away, coughing up a mouthful of five-colored blood. His entire body was nearly shattered, and he was utterly horrified.

That weapon was imbued with the essence and blood of the emperors. Although it had not yet completely transformed into a celestial artifact, it could still contend with the Netherworld Treasure.

On the other side, Yuan Shen and Yuan Gui were also caught by Xi Huang, Da Cheng Sheng Ti and others, and could not break free. That woman's methods were terrifying, and the two sides broke out into an imperial battle, destroying an ancient star field in the blink of an eye.

Before the Chaos Blood Monster could recover, Yan Ming moved, entering and exiting the time and walking through the sun and moon at a speed that was astonishing and unbelievable. The Chaos Blood Evil Spirit retreated, but it was no match for Yan Ming.

Yan Ming reversed the river of time and instantly appeared before him, engaging in battle. Between the two, endless ripples of the Great Dao erupted, which was terrifying.

But the result was chilling.

They had only exchanged blows for a short time when the Emperor-Slaying Spear pierced through the Dao Palace of a Supreme Being, causing half of his body to explode.

The emperor's blood flowed like a torrent, unstoppable; the two sides were simply not on the same level.

This is astonishing; it has shocked the world!
Especially those in the courtyard were speechless and their mouths were dry.

They were utterly shocked. What immense power this was! The opponent was a supreme being wielding a heaven-reaching artifact, absolutely terrifying, yet they were instantly bleeding, no match for the Heavenly Emperor.

"In that battle between Your Majesty and the Heavenly Emperor, did the Heavenly Emperor really use his full strength?!" Some people couldn't help but have blasphemous thoughts.

"Kill!" the Chaos Blood Monster roared. The Netherworld Artifact grew larger, its dark gold light surging like a flowing river, hanging above his head, with one immortal law after another descending to protect him completely.

However, what rendered him powerless was that this opponent was excessively powerful, with ridiculously high cultivation, giving him the illusion of facing a true immortal.

"when!"

What shocked him most was that Yan Ming did not use the Emperor-Slaying Spear. Instead, his left hand shone brightly as he directly confronted Yan Ming's immortal artifact. A Dao Tribulation handprint struck down and hit the immortal artifact above Yan Ming's head with a clang.

"Insanity!"

The chaotic blood monster went berserk. It activated the Netherworld Treasure, cultivating its life force with this immortal artifact. At this moment, it continuously offered blood sacrifices and launched fierce attacks, trying to suppress Yan Ming to death.

"Dangdangdang..."

A breathtaking thing happened. Yan Ming remained standing in the same spot, one hand revealing the true color of Dao Tribulation Gold, with countless lines between his fingers and palm, carrying immeasurable divine power. He held back the Netherworld Treasure with one hand, and no matter how a Supreme Being attacked, he could not push it away.

"How is this possible?!" the Chaos Blood Monster exclaimed, his face filled with horror.

The fact that his opponent was stronger than him was undeniable, but to fight against the Heavenly Nether Treasure with ease without relying on the Immortal Bell or the Emperor-Slaying Spear defied all logic!
Catching a celestial artifact with bare hands!
This breathtaking scene flew out through the fragments of time and space, instantly shaking the heavens and the earth, causing countless people to erupt in cheers and shout the name of the Heavenly Emperor.

"boom!"

Finally, the Tongtian Mingbao was sent flying by Yan Ming, and a handprint appeared on it with faint cracks, which was shocking to see.

The fierce battle shocked the world.

Yan Mingshen stood tall at the pinnacle of life, invincible, shrouded in a layer of dark matter, like a true immortal walking among mortals.

(End of this chapter)