Covering the Heavens: Starting from the First Great Emperor

Chapter 156 The Extreme Point
Now, the Creator God is creating a brand new world.

These eras are unrecorded; they are too ancient, so ancient that even the creator god himself did not know them.

He certainly wouldn't have this problem on the sacrificial altar, but he fell ill, and his illness was terminal.

Xu Yuanming took action. He arrived at an area where incredible runes flowed, making the area shine like fire.

The beings in this world are terrifying; they have reached the end of their path and are even about to be sacrificed.

Xu Yuanming did not hesitate and chose to turn around and flee!
Almost simultaneously, a large hand reached out from that area; the powerful being extended its palm.

Xu Yuanming fled without any hesitation.

The scale of this world was so vast that even beings who had reached the pinnacle of their spiritual journey felt despair, ultimately allowing Xu Yuanming to escape successfully.

……

……

After Xu Yuanming left, he used one of his hands to split open a sacred place and transformed it into his own Taoist temple.

This commotion was immense, and many beings came to express their gratitude. Two Celestial Emperors even brought several scrolls of scriptures as gifts.

They also exchanged a few words. They were puzzled that Xu Yuanming, as the Dao Ancestor, possessed the power of a supreme being, but they did not ask too many questions, simply believing that it was a gift from that supreme god.

This battle was merely a friendly spar, ending with Xu Yuanming suppressing both Immortal Emperors.

They had already attained enlightenment and had remained at this realm for a long time, but their strength was only at the level of the Rat Immortal Emperor, and even then, it was a very weak one.

The same thing happened when he was being chased by that Ascended Immortal Emperor Lu Jin. The other party could only suppress Xu Yuanming by relying on his realm, but his strength was not that great.

Otherwise, Xu Yuanming wouldn't have been able to escape so easily.

Only after the great battle did Xu Yuanming learn that their purpose in coming was to give him a warning.

Before disappearing, the Creator God left a rule that supreme beings could not kill each other, but could only spar. This resulted in the fact that the strength of each Immortal Emperor was not very good.

However, there is a distinction between those at the highest level of cultivation. A cultivator who has reached the pinnacle of cultivation can attack an Immortal Emperor, but only if the Immortal Emperor offends that cultivator who has reached the pinnacle of cultivation.

As for the question of whether the Immortal Emperor would fight back, he just smiled and said, "How could anyone possibly cross the border?"
……

……

Xu Yuanming was the only one in the entire Taoist temple who practiced diligently.

He spent 100,000 years cultivating the system passed down by the current creator god to the level of the Dao Ancestor.

After undergoing numerous transformations, Xu Yuanming, who should have reached the highest realm, stopped at the final juncture. Just like his own system, he could never see the final step.

Xu Yuanming could feel his strength increasing, but he just couldn't see the gate to the Immortal Emperor realm.

This era always gave him a fatal feeling, and this inexplicable feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

Each time Xu Yuanming attempted to break through to the Immortal Emperor level, that feeling grew stronger, and it would disappear after each failure.

"Forget about it, I'll ignore all that. Once I'm strong enough, I'll settle scores with everyone."

Xu Yuanming muttered to himself, feeling that his strength was gradually approaching that of the 'Tyrannosaurus' Immortal Emperor.

Xu Yuanming suddenly left, and over the years, the Immortal Emperor who had reached the pinnacle of his cultivation had issued a warrant for his arrest.

Many people wanted to "bring him to justice," and he couldn't leave any loopholes for them while he was in seclusion.

This Lu Jin Sheng Hua has three Immortal Emperors under his command, each with varying strengths. The strongest of them has already reached the peak and is about to reach the Lu Jin Sheng Hua stage. They are currently searching for him to eliminate this unknown threat.

Xu Yuanming walked through this starry sky, where everything was unknown. He walked towards an edge and soon arrived at a region where there was no spark of hope, just like when Xu Yuanming first crossed over here.

Xu Yuanming left. This kind of place could only bring endless despair and could not bring him any progress, so he just drifted along the edge.

Not long after, Xu Yuanming found a pile of immortal stones engraved with crooked characters.

Each immortal stone is colorful, crystal clear, and flows with all kinds of light and energy, enough to drive even an immortal emperor crazy.

Gas rises above the Immortal Stone, capable of washing away all darkness in the world.

Whoever obtains any of these pieces will surely become an Immortal Emperor.

"Of course, that's excluding me."

Xu Yuanming gave a bitter smile.

He collected all the immortal stones here and began to absorb the Daoist essence within them.

Ten thousand years passed in the blink of an eye. He gained a lot of insights from these immortal stones and obtained five different paths to becoming an immortal emperor. However, these paths were only suitable for others. If any one of them were given to a Dao Ancestor who had undergone a transformation, there would be a good chance that he would successfully prove his Dao.

Xu Yuanming reflected on himself and realized that his strength had reached its limit since he opened the seventh secret realm. It was all built up by one different system of the Great Dao.

This situation is very similar to that of a mortal immortal, who lives life after life, raising his combat power to far surpass that of beings at the same level.

Only when one reaches the pinnacle of the mortal realm can one become an immortal. But now it's different. There are multiple Immortal Emperors' Great Daos and dozens of Dao Ancestors' Great Daos.

There are even three systems: pollen, human body, and contemporary.

The contemporary system was established by the creator god and points directly to the way of sacrifice.

But despite the long years and countless creations, none have achieved the same level of accomplishment as the creator god.

Xu Yuanming exhaled a breath of turbid air, and with a thought, countless scriptures materialized into physical form.

The scriptures were automatically flipped through, and the vast amount of text, like stars in the sky, began to merge, becoming a supreme scripture that came into Xu Yuanming's view.

The Eternal Flower of today is extraordinary. Each petal is extremely sacred, and each leaf is a cultivation system. Every collision produces the sound of the Great Dao, and finally, it transforms into countless points of light and merges into Xu Yuanming's flesh and blood.

Xu Yuanming's three-dimensional spiritual world has become unique, existing only in the contemporary era.

The force reached its peak and then stopped.

Undeterred, he decided to cultivate while seeking his own path to becoming an Immortal Emperor.

"It's time to wake up from the dream. Are you living a real life or a false one? Open your eyes and see what is real and what is fake."

The words suddenly popped into Xu Yuanming's mind. He quickly shook his head. He was very clear-headed and knew what he needed to do, so how could he be dreaming?
"No, does it refer to now? Does it refer to this world? I don't belong to this world, so I can't escape the sea of ​​suffering, reach the other shore, and become an Immortal Emperor?"

Xu Yuanming muttered to himself, somewhat bewildered. If that's the case, what should he do?

Waking from a dream?

Does that mean he's dreaming right now?

Shouldn't he wake up now and get back to what he's supposed to be doing?
Xu Yuanming rubbed his head, feeling a bit dazed, and suddenly realized that he was in a place where all spirits had been banished.

He pondered this for millions of years, asking questions from the bottom of his heart, completely unaware of the passage of time, to the point that his small area was infected.

“His illness has worsened,” Xu Yuanming said.

As time went on, this area that drove the Immortal Emperor to despair had spread to who knows where.

It's clear that this creator god is failing again; his cultivation is increasing on its own, and his cultivation above the sacrificial path is still rising.

At this rate, the world will be recreated in a few hundred billion years.

It goes on and on, it's always been this way.

Until one day, when his illness became terminal and he reached a critical point, he reached the era of the Lord of the Dead and the Heavens.

There was no more spread of such places, because the creator god was going to die of illness.

Xu Yuanming began to try to travel towards that area. He was very fast, but everywhere was filled with the aura of the spirits, and he could not distinguish east from west, north from south, up from down, left from right. Once he entered this place, he could no longer find a way out and could never go back.

Compared to this, dead ends and impasses are utterly insignificant.

Xu Yuanming did not back down. Instead, he mobilized all his strength and went deeper into the depths. He felt the oppressive power of eternal silence. The icy cold also carried the power of decay, which kept eroding him and made him feel dizzy, as if he was about to fall into a deep sleep.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Yuanming vaguely saw a coffin.

"What's inside that coffin? The creator god?"

After Xu Yuanming finished speaking, his body trembled. He was now in a coffin, and this world was a coffin.

Shrouding the Heavens, Perfect World, and Sacred Ruins are all giant coffins.

The turmoil, which was started by a coffin, was also ended by a coffin.

Xu Yuanming drove towards the horizon, into that unseen coffin.

Gradually, his memories began to fade, and he began to lose his way.

The closer you get to the sky, the stronger the gravity becomes, as if you're carrying this world on your back.

"What lies atop that coffin? Is it true reality? Or is it all a dream, a dream from which I will awaken once I transcend this place?"

He suddenly had this association: were the so-called supreme beings who were eternally silenced in that world, the world after the dream ended? The closer they got to eternal silence, the further they were from this world, and the closer they were to reality.

Death often brings new life, hope is born from despair, and truth is found in eternal silence, leading to the path of truth.

On the coffin, figures gradually appeared. Xu Yuanming saw the real mist surging, and one after another, the seeds of cultivation systems were ignited!
Xu Yuanming's figure was like a sharp blade, piercing through heaven and earth, finding direction in this world devoid of spirits, and seeing truth in this false world.

The power within Xu Yuanming's body began to erupt, and the cultivation levels of countless systems that had reached their peak began to boil and burn, like a sign of awakening.

The coffin became clearer and clearer, marking the end of this world.

Xu Yuanming was also under immense pressure, pressure that would break even a Celestial Emperor in an instant.

The might of Heaven is overwhelming; where does this divine power come from?

"How much further? Is there really no end, and will we never see the truth?"

Xu Yuanming was starting to have an existential crisis. He could clearly see that the coffin was not far away, but soon he found himself seemingly moving backward.

His memories were being frozen, and his thoughts gradually became sluggish. His cultivation level, which was comparable to that of the Tyrannosaurus Immortal Emperor, began to resemble that of an ordinary person.

As the bone-chilling cold swept over him, Xu Yuanming, relying on his body's instincts, manifested the seven secret realms to begin blocking the light.

However, after using this secret technique, he felt his body was also locked. He wanted to speak, but no matter what he did, he couldn't utter a single word.

Xu Yuanming did not stop. The "Scripture of Destiny" began to operate autonomously in his mind. This scripture, which he created himself and has evolved from the beginning to the present, is now more powerful than most of the secret scrolls of Immortal Emperors.

“Fate…is everywhere. We think we have 'fate' in our grasp, but 'fate' is right in front of us, and no one can hold onto it. Whether it is real or illusory, fate exists, but it has no end and no trace. Everything is planned…including me!”

He didn't speak, but deep within his primordial spirit, a sentence he had held back for a long time was uttered to himself.

This is Xu Yuanming from the past, who did not accept his fate.

In this world, everyone, regardless of who they are, is subject to fate.

No matter who it was or how they died.

All that is on the path of sacrifice is illusion.

No matter what happens.

On the sacrificial path, all things are manifested.

Above the sacrificial altar... Above the sacrificial altar!
On the predetermined path of sacrifice, an unchangeable situation, on the path of sacrifice.

But... above the sacrificial path, in this world, and beyond this world, there is an invisible hand pushing everything, fixing those people here. Fate is meant to be this way, guiding everyone, letting things be as they are meant to be.

One drop of water after another fell and hit Xu Yuanming's face. He blinked.

"Rain? How can it be raining here?"

"Rain? Why is rain falling on me?"

"Real or fake?"

Xu Yuanming shook his head. He possessed the strength of an Immortal Emperor. What kind of rain could fall on him?
The raindrops fell on me, feeling icy cold.

Then, it began to snow heavily. The snow was pure white, creating a stark contrast with the world around it.

Cold, frigid.

What falls upon us is a history sealed away in the past, a period of time that is gradually fading into the distance.

In just a few decades, the years of cultivation that had been spent here have passed.

In the end, Xu Yuanming suspected that this place had no end, just like the Path of the Immortal Emperor, which he could see but could never cross.

Moreover, he felt extremely strongly that if he relaxed even slightly, he might be eternally silenced and die completely.

It's like an orphan being abandoned on the street, and just then, it starts snowing and raining heavily.

Then a strong wind came, uprooting trees and vegetation, and tearing the earth apart.

In the end, the winds of war swept away the past, leaving no one to know, no one to remember, and to die alone.

"Crack!"

A bolt of lightning pierced the dawn. It was an ordinary lightning bolt, yet it stirred people's hearts, making Xu Yuanming feel that it was somewhat extraordinary.

But he is extraordinary, and at the pinnacle of the extraordinary path, so why would he be afraid?
Xu Yuanming once lost faith, believing that the coffin was merely a figment of his imagination, a falsehood, and a final burst of energy before he reached the Immortal Emperor.

(End of this chapter)