Covering the sky: Huo Lin flying template, breaking the life forbidden zone

Yang Qing looked at the drop of essence blood in front of him. For him, this was truly an unexpected gain!
Ordinary blood essence cannot drift in the river of time, let alone that drop of blood essence which is independent of the river of time.

Only the essence blood of an unparalleled expert could possess such power. In the drop of essence blood before him, he could indeed sense the astonishing power contained within.

As far as he knew, when the Desolate Heavenly Emperor fought against the Corpse Immortal Emperor, the Desolate Heavenly Emperor was only a Quasi-Immortal Emperor at that time.

Therefore, when facing the Corpse Immortal Emperor, the Desolate Heaven Emperor was directly killed by the Corpse Immortal Emperor with a single sword strike, but the Desolate Heaven Emperor did not truly die.

The moment he was struck by the Corpse Immortal Emperor's sword, the Desolate Heaven Emperor transformed into billions of drops of blood, which fell into the River of Time.

Whether upstream or downstream of the river of time, the essence and blood of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor exist.

The drop of essence blood before him was one of them, but as far as he knew, the essence blood of the Desolate Emperor had transformed into living beings in different times and spaces.

These beings grow in different times and spaces. As long as one of them breaks through to become an Immortal Emperor, billions of drops of essence blood will merge into one.

For this reason, many people believe that Shi Hao was merely a drop of blood essence, while the Desolate Emperor was the true Immortal Emperor.

The drop of essence blood before him must have once been a living being, but he didn't know what it had encountered, and it eventually turned into a drop of essence blood.

Just as Yang Qing was pondering to himself, the drop of essence blood in the River of Time suddenly drifted towards him and hovered beside him.

"Can I sense the aura of our shared origin?" Yang Qing muttered to himself.

The Desolate Emperor created the method of cultivating the human body's secret realm, and he also cultivated the method of cultivating the human body's secret realm. It can be said that he and the Desolate Emperor are of the same origin.

Perhaps for this reason, the drop of essence blood of the Desolate Emperor sensed the aura of the same origin and floated around him on its own.

It was for this reason that he sensed a familiar aura in the river of time and found the drop of essence blood before him.

Suddenly, a strange fluctuation emanated from the drop of essence blood of the Desolate Emperor, seemingly guiding him to some place.

With a thought, guided by the drop of essence blood of the Desolate Emperor, he rushed towards a certain direction in the river of time.

After some time, Yang Qing no longer knew where he was in the river of time, and the drop of essence blood of the Desolate Emperor finally changed.

The drop of essence blood of the Desolate Emperor seemed to have reached its destination. He looked up and saw a blurry world in front of him.

In the dim light, he saw a dilapidated altar in that world, covered with all sorts of inexplicable blood.

In front of the altar stood a young man who gave him a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

"This is the young Desolate Emperor!" Yang Qing thought to himself.

He had never met the Desolate Emperor himself, but in that original universe, he had traveled upstream along the river of time.

Tracing back to the chaotic ancient times before the mythological era, he saw an unparalleled powerhouse cleave through eternity with a single sword strike; that person was none other than the Desolate Heavenly Emperor.

Although the person in front of him looked very young, his features were exactly the same as those of the Desolate Emperor. How could he not know who this person was?

He never expected that being swept up in the river of time would not only allow him to encounter a drop of the Desolate Emperor's essence blood, but also to meet the young Desolate Emperor.

Across the river of time, he could not sense the aura of the Desolate Emperor, but seeing the dilapidated altar, he roughly knew the point in time he was in.

This timeline should be the point in time when the Desolate Heavenly Emperor entered the Nine Heavens Era from the lower realm and participated in the Three Thousand Dao Provinces Genius Battle.

The Desolate Emperor he met was very young and his cultivation level was not high. He would need a long time to truly mature. While Yang Qing was observing the Desolate Emperor, the young Desolate Emperor stood near the altar, his heart already churning with turbulent emotions.

He came here by chance. On this altar, he saw nine dragons pulling a coffin and witnessed the devastating defeat of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths in the ancient era.

It was a replay of the past, reflecting a tragic history, but what he didn't expect was that even more shocking scenes would appear.

On the dilapidated altar, he sensed a strange call, as if someone was beckoning him to come over.

As he approached the altar, he saw a blurry figure that seemed to be getting closer to the altar, but was being blocked by something.

"The power of the river of time is indeed difficult to break!" Yang Qing thought to himself.

He had already seen the young Desolate Emperor, but as he prepared to approach him, the immense power of the River of Time pressed down upon him.

The young Desolate Emperor seemed to be right in front of him, but there was an insurmountable chasm between them, which he could never cross.

Despite his current formidable strength, capable of obliterating even a supreme immortal king, he is still not powerful enough to withstand the might of the river of time.

He didn't necessarily need to see the young Desolate Emperor, but he wanted to take this opportunity to give the Desolate Emperor a drop of his essence blood.

However, the power of the River of Time is too terrifying. Perhaps only when his strength has improved further will he be able to resist the power of the River of Time.

Thinking of this, he stopped forcing himself, looked at the young Desolate Emperor, revealed a bright smile, and said a few words.

Because of the immense power of time, his words were obliterated and could never have reached the ears of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor.

In another time and space, the young Desolate Emperor looked at the gradually blurring figure and suddenly felt something.

He couldn't see the other person's face or hear what they were saying, but he had a strange feeling about them.

He knew that person wanted to come over, but was blocked by some inexplicable force. Just as he was about to disappear, he seemed to hear a sentence.

"We will meet again!"

The young Desolate Emperor couldn't help but wonder, who was that person just now, and why did he come looking for him?
Although he couldn't see or hear anything, he knew that the other person must have something important to tell him.

However, what puzzled him was that the person was clearly extraordinary, an unimaginably powerful individual. Why was he looking for him?

Moreover, is there really a chance for him to meet that person again?
Yang Qing did not forcibly venture into the space-time where the young Desolate Emperor was located, but instead returned to the river of time once again.

He quickly broke out of the River of Time, and because of his chance encounter with the young Desolate Emperor, he learned the approximate area where he was.

As he traveled downstream along the river of time, he soon sensed a familiar presence—the space-time he belonged to.

Just as he was about to return, the drop of essence blood beside him trembled slightly and surprisingly revealed an astonishing aura.

“Even if it’s just a drop of blood, it’s still a drop of blood belonging to the Desolate Emperor!” Yang Qing said, seemingly enlightened.

As far as he knew, when the billions of essence blood of the Desolate Emperor were scattered into the river of time, the Desolate Emperor had already stepped one foot into the realm of the Immortal Emperor.

Otherwise, how could the billions of essences of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor have transformed into living beings in different times and spaces, each striving to reach the Immortal Emperor realm?

This level of essence blood, if carefully comprehended, would undoubtedly be of immense help to him! (End of Chapter)