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

Chapter 4: Tianxuan Step

Time is like sand, quickly passing to the next scene.

The young man walked slowly, but was extremely confident. Only a top force could cultivate such a successor.

With the master by his side, he dominates the world and is the strongest person in Beidou.

The senior sister is extremely beautiful and her cultivation has reached the highest level. She triggered the tribulation of becoming a saint before her bone age exceeded 100 years old, and her strength is comparable to that of the older generation.

The eldest brother suppressed the five domains alone, and after beheading Dao, he forcefully suppressed the great divine body of Donghuang and cut off one of his arms, becoming notorious for his evil deeds.

He himself was a rookie, and as the last disciple of Tianxuan Patriarch, he defeated the younger generation so badly that they couldn't raise their heads. As soon as he entered the second level of the Immortal Stage, he possessed the Eight Forbiddens.

The three are collectively known as the Three Heroes!

The Tianxuan Holy Land is at its peak, and it is the leader among all the Beidou religions!
Everything is so beautiful.

Until that day!
The holy land was destroyed overnight, and the ancestral artifact broke and shattered into countless pieces!

"what!"

Patriarch Tianxuan roared, his blood and energy rushed to the sky, and he mobilized his magic power to fight back, but he was still not defeated and was swallowed by the terrifying fairy light in the Immortal Cave.

The once stunning senior sister now looked pale, and she was standing against the mist and rainbow, trying to lead Tianxuan and the others to escape.

But even though she was a saint, she aged rapidly under the influence of the law of time, and her Taoist achievements were suppressed to the extreme.

"go!"

At the last moment, the junior brother was thrown up, and he felt as if the blood in his body had solidified and his heart had stopped.

"No!"

The black-haired Taoist cried out, watching the figure being swallowed by the mist and falling into the abyss. He then covered his chest with his hands, almost suffocating, and said in a trembling voice: "Senior Sister..."

His eyes were wide open, his heart was in pain, and he couldn't help but shed tears of blood, unable to control it at all.

Tianxuan was destroyed!
At the foot of the cliff, blood was everywhere, and corpses were everywhere. Familiar friends and family were separated by life and death in the blink of an eye!

Crisis followed one after another, and the forces that once had hatred with Tianxuan showed up. Several kings stepped into the air to capture them and torture them in order to obtain the Tianxuan scriptures. In the end, even a great god king came out to wash away the humiliation of the past, followed by a powerful figure.

On the eve of the execution, a voice sounded in Yan Ming's ears, an almost crazy voice.

"You dare!"

At the moment the roar sounded, the entire sky was in chaos, and a terrifying field spread out, its force penetrating the sky and vibrating the whole world.

Deep in the ancient forbidden land, a bloody man covered with cracks, braving the terrifying fog of the ancient forbidden land, struggled to crawl out from the dead, dragging his seriously injured body to confront the kings.

"Little Junior Brother, don't be afraid...

"Senior Brother is still here... Tianxuan is still here!"

No one knows the details of this battle, even in dreams it cannot be seen clearly, but the final scene flew out along with the fragments of time, illuminating the ages.

It involves ancient saints, and the destruction of legendary holy weapons is extremely violent.

A giant hand covered the sky, carrying a war cry that spread throughout the three thousand worlds.

"Roar!"

The creature in the center of the battlefield was half crazy, with disheveled hair. In one hand he held the head of the Great God King, while the other hand turned into bones. His true blood burned out. The three immortals slaughtered the saints and destroyed the foundation of a major sect, so that Beidou was silent and all the sects were horrified!
It was also after this day that the eldest senior brother, who was once as gentle as jade, went crazy, his soul was sometimes in and sometimes out, and he cried all night in the ancient forbidden land.

Those who had taken action never appeared again. All sects had forgotten the existence of Tianxuan, and no one came forward to hunt down the survivors of Tianxuan.

In the Eastern Wasteland, there is a legend about a madman!

Kill the saints and tear apart the divine body!
The boy kept wandering and visited many places.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally broke free from the shackles of the Dharma Ending Age and slashed towards the Great Dao. The handsome and elegant appearance of his youth was gone, and he was now a skinny old man with a hunched body, his appearance almost ruined.

Later, a gatekeeper appeared in the holy city, guarding the long-dilapidated stone archway.

Occasionally he would go to the Southern Region and gaze at the ancient forbidden land with turbid tears in his eyes.

……

"Tianxuan, still here!"

After waking up from the dream, Yan Ming's lips moved slightly, and not only his clone, but also his real body sank into it, emitting a divine light.

Yan Ming seemed to have personally experienced the great changes that took place six thousand years ago. The spiritual light in the immortal platform was surging, and he was shrouded in sadness, unable to suppress his emotions.

When he regained his composure, he saw that the old man opposite him no longer had a confused look in his eyes.

Those pupils seemed to be able to absorb and refine the laws of heaven and earth.

Even Yan Ming could feel the immortal platform shaking and his mind becoming unstable as he watched, showing signs of drifting away.

"What a strong telekinesis!" Yan Ming opened and closed his eyes, pulling himself out of his emotions.

As expected, they are the few remaining saints in the Dharma Ending Age, and none of them are simple.

Wei Yi was even more shocked, but he was too experienced to be moved by a sudden realization...

Yan Ming took another sip of the tea. The initial bitterness and astringency lingered between his teeth, allowing his mind to empty and become almost natural. All worldly concerns vanished, leaving only a pristine heart. His mind and nature were revealed, and his state of mind gradually improved, bringing with it a much smoother flow of divine power.

Is this a dream that will last forever?

The dream goes back to six thousand years ago...and the harvest of this dream.

Yan Ming recalled the mental scriptures in his dream. In the dream, he practiced the ancient scriptures opened up by Tianxuan's ancestor, a quasi-emperor, but now he has forgotten all of them, but there is still a part that has not been erased by the wind and sand of time.

'Tianxuan Step'

It possesses some of the most mysterious and top-level escape techniques, which are Taoist techniques created by the first generation Tianxuan Patriarch (quasi-emperor realm).

The scene of practicing this technique in his memory reappeared, and the six Taoist diagrams were superimposed and merged into one, allowing him to achieve a small degree of success in this technique in an instant.

In this dream, apart from the sorrow and pain, there is only this technique left.

"Is this a golden finger? Or is it a natural ability?" Yan Ming pondered, leaning more towards the former. He thought of the butterfly dream again...

Looking at the foam again, it is not fine powder, but tea imbued with the artistic conception of a sage in the Dharma Ending Age. This is Wei Yi's Tao.

Stay true to your heart and hold on to your dreams despite past losses!

"Disciple Wei Yi is willing to protect Tianxuan for the rest of his life, and will never regret it until his death!"

In a trance, the words of the young boy are still ringing in my ears, making me sigh.

Yan Ming looked at the cup in his hand and the tea in the bowl again.

As to whether it was this object or the person before her that caused her to dream, the answer was hard to trace...

"My fellow Daoist is in this room, his heart free from restraints, his body free from barriers, striving to escape from the mortal world, it is truly admirable!" Yan Ming stood up and bowed sincerely.

He did not hide, and his whole body began to change. His black pupils turned into golden eyes, and his hair was golden, as dazzling as the sun, emitting terrifying fluctuations that made people dare not approach. Even if it was an incarnation transformed from a divine feather and inherited the Dao Fruit, it would be enough to make Zhan Dao suffer in regret and the powerful be killed.

This is the power of the Saint!

Since Wei Yi has seen through this person, why should he hide anything? What's wrong with being honest with him?

"Daoyou, your aura is more like that of the legendary clan. As for me, I am no longer young, and I am just spending the rest of my life, guarding this stall all day long." Wei Yi bowed in return with a faint smile on his face, observing etiquette even when facing a clone.

However, there seemed to be some worry in his words.

Yan Ming's eyes moved slightly, knowing that the other party was worried about his identity as a Holy Spirit - there had been stone men cut open in the Holy City in the past.

If it were any other holy spirit, they would not let it go easily and would most likely trigger a war.

"I won't take the initiative here."

Wei Yi nodded. This promise was enough. After a moment's thought, he added, "The nine-orifice stone statue from Daoyi Holy Land will be handed over to you later. Please feel free to take care of the rest."

Is this considered a first gift?
Considering his own status as a Holy Spirit? He gave up even a tiny bit of his own interests.

If the talks fail, war will break out immediately. Maybe there are other people watching here right now.

"It seems there should be surveillance patterns at the city gate, otherwise we wouldn't be locked in as soon as we entered. But that stone figure at Daoyi Stone Archway..." Yan Ming understood. He wasn't overly surprised. His feathered body strength was only that of an ordinary third-level immortal, so being discovered was not a big deal.

As for the Nine-Aperture Stone Man, he said it was not necessary, left a piece of sun fire essence, and floated away.

He was not afraid. His real body was waiting outside the city, on the way to the furnace.

If anything changes, the worst that can happen is a raging sea of ​​fire that will sink this place.

Although the Divine City was intact and there were various formations in the city, the quarries of all the major forces would definitely be wiped out, and the top leaders of the Divine City could not afford such a loss.

The sun moved westward, and the ancient pavilion and road were covered with weeds, leaving only the old man alone guarding the stove.

The tea smoke curls up, and is illuminated by the essence condensed from the sun's true fire, making it look red and golden.

This piece of fire essence alone is worth three or four hundred thousand kilograms of pure source, and its unit price is far higher than that of a stone man.

Compared with this, the discount here is indeed stingy.

"The holy spirit that walked out of the Immortal Mountain? He had an epiphany while drinking tea... These are troubled times... This time I'll just repay him a favor." Wei Yi sighed softly, took out a token and engraved something on it, then put it away and stopped caring about it, still guarding the dilapidated stone archway.

He was just an old and frail janitor.

Let him suppress the Holy Spirit in the Saint Realm?

"My old bones can't bear it." The doorman, Mr. Yi, shook his head.

An uninvited guest came to Daoyi Stone Square today.

The first time he entered the stone archway, he went straight into the No. 1 area. No one dared to stop him. The old Taoist nun stationed there was startled and subconsciously clamped her legs together. She was forced to stand up and meet the scorching sun's true meaning.

"Whose evil star is this? Such a powerful fire element cultivation, there shouldn't be such a person in the Northern Territory."

"It's hard to compete with the lion! The momentum I just displayed is the strongest I have ever seen in my life. Even the Saint Lord Yaoguang is not as strong as him."

Some people were confused, some were trembling with fear. For a while, there was a commotion in the stone garden. All the people coming and going were cultivators. Many people looked over. The appearance of a top master brought too much commotion.

(End of this chapter)