Infinite transcendence began with Covering the Sky.

Chapter 252 A Desperate Situation

Qi Zhe left so quickly that even the Ancestral King could hardly react. It seemed as if all the paths opened up for him, and even heaven and earth were concealing his traces.

Many of the ancient ancestral kings looked astonished and stood there dumbfounded, not uttering a word for a moment.

It took a long time for the Ancestral King to react. He said resentfully, "That kid was prepared all along. He managed to escape with such a huge force!"

They already knew Qi Zhe's reliance in coming out of the mountains to undergo his tribulation; he had a way to escape unscathed if he dared to show himself. This escape technique was truly astonishing.

If Qi Zhe escapes today, he will surely become a future threat. He has gradually gained power, and in terms of cultivation, no one but them can control him.

Many ancient princes are no longer his match. Even ancient princes who have not yet attained the Dao level must avoid him, as a direct confrontation would definitely result in defeat.

"They actually let him escape!"

The Great Sage Qianlun, who had just arrived, looked gloomy. He regretted Qi Zhe's departure and felt that he should have come sooner.

But it was too late to say anything now. Qi Zhe had escaped and disappeared. He might come back for revenge in a while and might even try to kill the Dragon Girl.

"Very well, this will save me the trouble."

Gu Tianshu stood under the starry sky, looking at the spot where Qi Zhe had disappeared with some surprise, then smiled and left, ready to watch a good show.

With Qi Zhe's departure, the major forces in Beidou became noisy, and various rumors began to circulate.

"Qi Juejing successfully severed his Dao in the outer realms, escaping the encirclement of numerous ancient clan saints. This is truly earth-shattering!"

The news of Qi Zhe's successful breakthrough left countless people speechless. The forces that had thought he would fail fell silent, knowing that a powerful figure was about to rise.

Is there any hope left in this life? I feel like I can't see it.

The news caused many prodigies great distress, saying that this era was far too cruel. In just a few years, some of the world's greatest talents had already achieved immortality. How could they possibly compete for the path to the Emperor?
At this moment, many aspiring geniuses who dreamed of becoming emperors gave up. From south to north, from west to east, countless geniuses retreated to the countryside.

The Eastern Wilderness seemed to become deserted in an instant, as many prodigies returned to their old homes and no longer participated in the struggle of this era.

"You succeeded, but that doesn't mean I can't."

Only a few refused to admit defeat. Yao Guang, who had long been possessed by demons, was determined to go against the tide and went into seclusion to fight Qi Zhe, who was of the same level.

Hua Yunfei fell silent after hearing the news. He had no intention of pursuing the path to becoming emperor in this world, but now he felt inexplicably sad.

After a long silence, he finally spoke with a bitter smile, "Perhaps I have to be like you to truly break free from this cage."

Jiang Yifei had been lying low for a long time, and upon hearing the news, he was filled with mixed feelings. He hadn't had much interaction with Qi Zhe, but now he wanted to have a good talk with him.

Perhaps there is also Ji Haoyue, who has been chasing Qi Zhe all along. After hearing the news, he fell into a long period of seclusion, vowing never to emerge from the world until he could sever his Dao.

Qi Zhe is like a special phenomenon; just a little bit of news about him can cause despair and pain, keeping countless people up all night.

"Perhaps he really can, just like Gai Jiuyou in the past, this life belongs to him." Xiang Yufei, who was in seclusion in the Qinling Mountains, sighed when he heard the news.

He lived a long life, experiencing things that many people never have. If it weren't for unresolved inner conflicts, he might never have made it out of the world.

Wang Teng remained silent. His father had died at Qi Zhe's hands, and he himself had died at Qi Zhe's hands once. Now, everything filled him with resentment.

"I will definitely take back my sword!" After a long while, Wang Teng's roar rang out. He rushed into a lake that shimmered with golden light and disappeared into the Northern Plains.

Too many geniuses in this world have been defeated by Qi Zhe. He successfully severed his Dao in just six years after reaching the Great Power realm. It seems that this world has not bound him at all.

"His future is limitless. I think he can become a saint before he turns 100!" An elder made this judgment, but it was immediately refuted as being too conservative.

"I'll give you a number: he can become a saint in twenty years!" Many busybodies began to calculate the time it would take for Qi Zhe to cultivate, and came to many astonishing conclusions.

Qi Zhe is very likely to become a saint before the age of fifty. No one can predict what level of cultivation he will have when he is a hundred years old. All that can be said is that he will surely shock the world.

Many ancient clans also made their own judgments, but the more they calculated, the more they grinned, already imagining the scene of Qi Zhe dominating the Big Dipper a hundred years later.

"If this continues, could a human emperor emerge in this era?" Some ancient clans felt a chill run down their spines, sensing that there would be earth-shattering changes on this path to immortality.

Qi Zhe is truly astonishing; one could hardly find more than a few like him in ancient history. He is even more remarkable than many ancient emperors in their youth, which is unbelievable.

Amidst all the hustle and bustle, Qi Zhe returned to the Southern Region, standing alone on a mountain ridge, somewhat lost in thought. Here, the green mountains stretched endlessly, pine forests covered the land, small animals roamed everywhere, and wildflowers and wild fruits grew in abundance, making it a tranquil place undisturbed by anyone.

"I've come to see you," Qi Zhe said with a somewhat melancholy expression. He trekked through the pine forest and soon found an abandoned Taoist temple.

At the west end of the Taoist temple stands an unnamed earthen tomb covered with weeds, but unfortunately, the tomb is empty, as the person who lived there has been gone for many years.

Qi Zhe stood in front of the grave, feeling somewhat melancholy. He recalled the early days of his cultivation journey and felt a sense of realization.

The old monk was not only his guide but also his true master, imparting all his knowledge to him without reservation.

Now that Qi Zhe has finally come to see him, Qi Zhe's expression grows even more resolute as he recalls his promise from years ago. He whispers, "I will keep my word and wipe out Yao Guang!"

Qi Zhe still remembered what he said back then. Now that he has reached the King Realm, he may not be able to shake the Yao Guang Holy Land, but it's time to reap some rewards.

The only people Qi Zhe might be wary of in the Yao Guang Holy Land now are the ancient saints who might turn against him and the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron; he doesn't take anyone else seriously.

Qi Zhe wasn't too worried about this. After cleaning up the old graves, he turned and left. He needed to go to the Northern Region to find Duan De first, otherwise how could he excavate the Yao Guang Holy Land?

"laugh!"

Like a streak of light piercing through the void, Qi Zhe covered a million miles in an instant, traversing mountains and rivers to reach the Northern Region in a short time.

On the desolate northern land, sandstorms fell along with blood; this was a truly chaotic place where ancient races and humans fought each other.

"Roar!"

Qi Zhe had just arrived here when he encountered a great battle. A large number of cultivators were shedding blood in front of the fractured abyss on the ground, and powerful beings were roaring in the battlefield.

Eagle Fall Cliff

This is a special place famous in the Northern Region, known as an ancient battlefield from the Primordial Era, where countless cultivators have perished at the bottom of the abyss.

"What northern bandits? Today they're nothing but wasteland!"

A cultivator dressed in black robes stood in the sky above the cliff, his blood-stained sword covered in bits of flesh, his words filled with mockery and disdain.

He comes from the Assassin Dynasty in the human world and is currently being hired to assassinate everyone connected to Ye Fan. He has already killed several major bandits.

"My death is nothing to regret, but someone will surely take you in the future!"

Wu Dao's face was covered in blood and his body was covered in wounds. As the fifth most notorious bandit in the Northern Region, he was now forced into a deadly situation and was about to die tragically under the opponent's sword.

"laugh!"

But at that moment, a strange sound suddenly came. Although it was barely audible, it was noticed by the black-clad cultivator, who turned his head to look at the cliff in front of him.

A strange figure appeared before the Fallen Eagle Cliff, its body shrouded in chaotic energy, its aura obscure and unsettling.

"Who are you? How dare you block my path in this world?!" Upon seeing this, the man suddenly spoke, brandishing his sword and charging forward without asking any questions.

The sword light resembled blood, like a crimson waterfall, revealing the unparalleled skill of the assassin. He was a supreme expert, especially proficient in the art of killing.

"Where did this mad dog come from?" Qi Zhe was speechless for a moment. His eyes flashed with a sharp light as he suddenly swept forward, not intending to spare the other party's life.

"laugh!"

With just one strike, the black-clad cultivator's body shattered. Qi Zhe's gaze swept over him, and even a top-tier expert would be instantly annihilated, torn to pieces in a flash.

The gaze continued its relentless advance, shattering the void and disrupting the balance of Yin and Yang in its wake, carving a long scar across the earth before finally stopping.

"You are Qi Juejing"

The world's most formidable assassin was stunned as his head flew through the air, dying before he could even finish his threatening words.

"It's me." Qi Zhe regained his composure, his gaze sweeping over the many cultivators present. He roughly understood everything, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

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