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

Chapter 36 Reactions from all parties
After the news of the overthrow of the ancient family was confirmed, the impact was too great.

Not only was the Eastern Wasteland shaken, but all the schools of thought and religion in the Central Plains were also shocked. One dynasty in the Central Plains had recently sensed the power of the Supreme Dao emanating from the Eastern Wasteland and was utterly shocked, even attempting to discover who it was.

Unexpectedly, someone attacked the ancient family and killed the king of the time. With a long roar, he roared the elders of the Jiang family to pieces.

This is definitely a major incident with extremely serious consequences.

The supreme family passed down from ancient times has always stood firm, overlooking the five regions. Its foundation is unimaginably profound. Over the endless years, few people dared to challenge it.

But now the sky is filled with sorrow and sadness, everything is in mourning, white flags and cloth are everywhere, and the cries and shouts are shaking the sky.

"It's Sage Ao Sheng. He actually took action against the Jiang family."

"Heh, there was an imperial weapon reviving in the Northern Territory before. If the Jiang family dared to use their power to settle accounts, they would have to bear the backlash."

"The ancient family has a deep foundation, so it's hard to say who will suffer the most. However, the Jiang family has been completely humiliated this time."

In the Northern Divine City, many important figures were discussing the matter, and their opinions varied.

Even Fengyue Land was no exception. In Miaoyu Temple, the current generation's descendant, who was known for her beauty and fame that spread throughout the Eastern Wilderness, was moved when she heard rumors from the outside world. One could imagine how powerful the ancient saints were, and one could infer a few things from the words of many cultivators.

An Miaoyi sighed inwardly and felt regretful.

In the past, Yaoguang Stone Square sent someone to invite her to perform a dance in the court, but she declined.

Only now do I know who was the host of the banquet that day.

"Miaoyi, hurry up and get dressed, the big shot from Yaoguang Holy Land is coming." The nanny's urging voice came from the end of Langfang. Unlike before, the bird in the cage no longer has the right to refuse.

The rejection had a profound impact, causing the current abbot to change his attitude.

An Miaoyi pursed her cherry lips, feeling a pang of bitterness. When had such a change happened?

She waved her jade hand and asked the little girl serving beside her to come over and answer.

Inside the pavilion, the heir of Miaoyu Temple sighed, stretched out his arms to look at the mirror, and felt pity for himself. He looked at the beautiful woman in the mirror with a touching expression. The little girl behind him sensibly stepped forward to fix her hair...

In the Holy Land of Zifu, on a high mountain, the Saintess of Zifu has an extraordinary temperament, with a map of mountains and rivers floating above her head, emitting thousands of divine patterns.

"Saint, what are you going to do?"

The Saint Son of Zifu frowned and suppressed his anger. He was very annoyed by the blatant blocking of the road and wanted to use his trump card.

“When it comes to the confrontation between saints, don’t drag the holy land into it.” A cold voice echoed. Under the map of mountains, rivers, and the country, the young girl’s clothes fluttered, and there was a majesty on her face.

"Do you think I'd be that stupid? The Jiang family has offered a huge reward, who in the Five Realms would dare to take it? This is a contemporary saint, not some corrupt ancient heritage."

The Saint of Zifu snorted coldly and left on his own.

Zixia had an indifferent expression on her face, not moving at all, just staring at the layers of black mountains on the Holy Cliff in a trance.

An ancient forbidden area, the abode of the Dharma-Ending Saints, what lies within...

In the Yaoguang Holy Land, in front of a large black cauldron, an old man stood alone, his hands behind his back, his black hair loose, gazing into the distance at the Northern Territory. A terrifying aura emanated from his body, making the surroundings extremely oppressive.

Wisps of holy power emanated, and the old man's pupils were dark, as if he was about to break through the barriers and step into the ranks of the saints of the last Dharma.

“Jiang family!”

A sneer appeared on his lips, and then a deep hatred emerged. He said coldly: "Beauty, immortal materials, scriptures... no matter what the cost, bring that fire spirit here. I want to destroy the Jiang family's foundation and kill the ancient saint with my own hands!"

The Dharma-Ending Semi-Saint spoke, and his voice was like the sound of the Nine Netherworld Demon, piercing the brain and making people tremble. The three Yaoguang elders standing at the steps were trembling with fear and quickly bowed their heads in agreement.

Almost at the same time, whispers were heard from the ancient hall of the Ji family. The aura of decay spanned ancient and modern times, like a surging ocean.

"The Jiang family actually suffered a great loss. Is it really the Holy Spirit of Immortal Mountain? Perhaps it's time for me to be born, Your Highness."

"It's not time yet." Ji Zi shook her head, her eyes deep as she looked at the vast Void Ancestral Temple, not knowing what she was thinking.

In Wanchu Holy Land, a black-robed Taoist priest crossed the ancient formation and stepped into the depths of the holy land with dignity, immediately causing exclamations.

A powerful person recognized the person who came and whispered, "It's the sage Ao Sheng!" Everyone's face changed immediately, and they stepped back involuntarily, feeling awed.

"Greetings, Saint!" Saint Wanchu stepped forward and bowed solemnly.

"I want to take someone away..."

The man in black spoke in a very calm tone. No one in the huge palace said anything, almost as if they had agreed.

Just give it to me, what else can I do?

They don't have any ultimate weapons, so even if the other party wants the Wanchu Saint, they have to pack her up and send her over to warm their bed.

However, everyone in the hall was thinking about something. Yan Ming did want the Saint, but not this young girl, but the old woman who had lived for four thousand years...

In the central area of the Eastern Wasteland, Holy Cliff.

A rainbow light crossed the underground magma world and landed in the ancient cave in the center of Heiyue. It was Yan Ming.

After a while, Shenyu incarnation returned.

Yan Ming retracted his True Feather and pointed his finger, releasing an old woman from the bronze tripod. Then, a withered old man also appeared, and they saw each other.

"It's you, Brother Taixu, you are really still alive."

"Colorful clouds..."

The meeting of soul mates four thousand years ago is a touching scene.

Although the beautiful appearance of youth has faded, the original sincerity remains as fresh as ever and has never changed.

"Leave the matter of restoring your appearance to you yourselves. I won't interfere." Yan Ming rolled up his sleeves, changed his shape, and sent the two of them into the small world.

This time there is no holy fruit or divine spring, only a great medicinal king.

It will be difficult for Jiang Taixu to recover to his peak in a short period of time, and the two of them will have to live in the small world for at least a year and a half.

As for the affairs of the Jiang family in the Northern Territory, Yan Ming did not think too much about it. Perhaps the old lovers would meet again and spark passion, and there might be a few more babies in Shengya next year.

"Everything is based on one's heart. Just be clear in mind."

Yan Ming sighed lightly. Even if he had to confront Jiang Taixu one day, he would not change his current attitude.

He first released his mount, shrunk it to a foot in size, and tied it outside the ancient cave with chains, very casually.

After doing all this, Yan Ming slowly returned to his seat and sat on a black stone cushion. Then he rolled up his sleeves and twenty-nine streams of light flew out. They were all jade divine bones, which were the harvest from the last "archaeological" investigation of the Jiang family.

Sixteen corpses of the Dao-killing Kings, thirteen skeletons of saints, and two bodies of saint kings are distributed according to the Zhoutian points.

Finally, Yan Ming took a picture of the pool of dirty blood left by the corpse of Shengya.

"I didn't expect to use it so soon." He opened and closed his eyes, looking inward at his injuries, and found that the previous burns from the arrows showed signs of worsening. This was after the imperial power was absorbed by the Lihuo furnace.

The Jiang family's background is indeed terrifyingly strong.

If we confront him head-on, there is no chance of survival.

If we hadn't happened to encounter the remnants of the Immortal Emperor last time, it's hard to say what would have happened next...

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