In the world of "Covering the Sky," my cultivation technique is not right.

The hall was spacious and empty, and the heads of the various lineages sat far away. Li Daoqing kept scanning everyone's faces and repeated the sentence twice.

Lu Yao's eyes shone brightly. He was capable of suppressing the geniuses of the Northern Dipper and fighting against saints alone. He was no longer a novice cultivator who had just inherited the position of saint. He was simply following the trend.

Behind him are Yao Guang, Yao Xi, Wei Wei, and several other candidates for Holy Son, who will form the future core of the team.

Yao Guang looked at Lü Yao's back, her curiosity and fighting spirit still hard to conceal.

"The ascension of the Holy Son is an inevitable trend."

“In the Eastern Wilderness Holy Land, all young people who have reached the pinnacle of Immortal Level Two have become Holy Lords. It is inappropriate for Senior Brother Li to continue occupying the position of a young person.”

"After the Holy Lord ascends the throne, my lineage will also choose a time to pass on the mantle of the Dharma lineage."

The atmosphere inside the hall was peaceful, with everyone chatting and laughing, and some even daring to tease the Holy Lord Li Daoqing.

Once Li Daoqing steps down, he will have the leisurely title of Supreme Elder, and will no longer need to maintain the majesty of the Holy Lord.

"I have a problem with that."

Suddenly, a voice rang out, and everyone stopped laughing and talking, slowly turning their heads to look at the person who had spoken.

"Hiss... I didn't even notice he was here. Wasn't he sleeping?"

"The Holy Son comes from this lineage, so why would he object?"

A figure walked to the very center of the hall, facing the Holy Lord Li Daoqing, the Holy Man Gouchen, and Lü Yao.

He was dressed in a black robe with gold thread, his hair was gray, and he wore a golden crown, but the person under the clothes was very thin, and wisps of aura emanated from him, causing the many lineage masters in the hall to feel a tightness in their hearts and difficulty breathing.

Holy Majesty.

Li Daoqing remained silent, as did the Sage Gouchen. The meaning was clear: the matter was left to Lü Yao to handle.

With a flick of his sleeve, Lu Yao unleashed wisps of Dao patterns that intertwined into a vast network, compressing the holy power directly around the man, leaving no trace to affect anyone else.

Everyone then felt their breathing become easier. It was only because this person had held back that they were all pressed to the ground with their buttocks facing up, or even more seriously, injured. That would not have been a good thing.

"That half-saint from Dragon Head Peak?" Lu Yao looked at the other party with great interest. He knew that there was a half-saint sleeping in the Ruthless lineage, who was the most beloved reliance of the former Dragon Head Peak Master. He did not expect him to be born so early.

Judging from his spiritual attainments, he is probably not far from becoming a true saint.

"I have no objection to the Holy Son ascending to the throne of the Holy Lord, but there is one thing that needs to be resolved first." The withered half-saint's eyes were like knives, and a kind of demonic aura flowed between his opening and closing.

The people present were not familiar with him, or even strangers. Only Zhao Luotian, who had lived for four or five thousand years, had some impression of him.

Lu Yao's smile vanished, his eyes flashing with a glint of light, and he asked, "What matter needs to be resolved?"

The Holy Lord and the Old Holy Lord closed their eyes slightly and remained silent, naturally watching to see how this quasi-Honored Lord would handle this crisis.

"The Holy Son has offended all four ancient imperial lineages: Ancient Emperor Mountain, Blood Phoenix Mountain, Primitive Lake, and the Golden Clan. If you ascend the throne and the Yao Guang clan suffers retaliation, what will happen then?!"

The gaunt half-saint flicked his sleeves and looked around, but found that few of the people present spoke up in agreement.

This includes Elder Zhou, who is temporarily in charge of Longshou Peak.

He had only been awake for a few days when he discovered that the peak master he had designated before he fell into a deep sleep was dead. He couldn't get anything out of the other elders of Dragon Head Peak, only that Dragon Head Peak revered the Holy Son of Yao Guang.

Even the inheritor of the Heavenly Skill lost his position as a Holy Son and refused to listen to him, speaking perfunctorily.

Therefore, upon hearing that Lü Yao had returned and had also angered the four ancient emperor forces, he decided to try his luck.

As for the claim that he could strike down the Ancestral King with the body of a King and suppress five Half-Saints with a flick of his wrist, that's utter nonsense! Even the Holy Ancestor herself couldn't do that!

It must be a rumor spread by the Holy Lord's lineage to fool everyone in Yaoguang and pave the way for Lü Yao!

People never believe in things they haven't seen before!

“Hehe…” Lu Yao suddenly laughed. He thought the old man from Dragon Head Peak would say something shocking, but this was it?

"What are you laughing at?" The withered, half-saint's face was icy cold.

Lu Yao stood up, walked slowly to the opposite side of him, looked him up and down, and said calmly, "They are nothing to fear."

"You little brat barking..." The withered half-saint opened his mouth to mock, but the next second, a chilling aura emanated from Lü Yao.

That aura was like the entire sky, vast and boundless, like the Great Dao right before your eyes.

Holy Might!

But this holy might seemed different—more powerful, more domineering, more oppressive, more peculiar...

The withered half-saint's skin shone with dark demonic light, and patches of patterns emerged, amplifying his holy might. He tried to resist, but in despair, he discovered that the Dao principles within his body seemed to be somewhat amiss.

Lu Yao looked at him quietly. A chaotic black hole appeared in front of him, engraved with countless profound runes and Dao patterns. A terrifying suction force descended on the withered half-saint.

In an instant, the withered half-saint felt regret and cried out in alarm, "Stop!"

Patches of patterns were peeled off the withered half-saint's body, and countless chains of divine order were pulled out and disappeared into the chaotic black hole.

The emaciated half-saint was filled with despair. Was this kid going to devour his essence in front of everyone?

Lu Yao looked at the other party indifferently. This was the black hole divine form that he had personally destroyed, but with the increase of his cultivation, it could now reproduce its power.

Devouring the source is what makes the Devouring Heaven Demon Art so terrifying to the world.

But how could Lü Yao do that? He merely stripped away the laws from the other's flesh and blood! The old guy has been sleeping for too long and probably hasn't seen the dangers of society. He'll just scare him a little and then put him back under Dragon Head Peak to sleep for another thousand years or so.