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

The remnants of the Feathered Divine Dynasty have come again. Lan Ying is no match for them. She has been chasing and fleeing in the Central Plains with the newly arrived saint for nearly a hundred years. She has become a saint, but her opponent is also improving.

After the final battle, Lan Ying was nearly killed but managed to escape. With a lingering obsession, he entered the Qinling Mountains again, where he created a dilapidated little world in the lake, leaving behind his legacy before passing away.

This wisp of remnant soul resided within his sacred weapon for forty thousand years, manifesting on the lake's surface every thousand years at this time.

But only today did someone come in.

Lu Yao shook his head, breaking free from that dream, or illusion, and snapping out of his fragmented memories.

They discovered that what they were seeing was an ancient corpse.

The flesh and blood of the corpse had long since dried up, and the human skin was directly wrapped around the bones. The upper body was dressed in white, as if woven from moonlight, and the lower body was dressed in green skirt, the same color as jade, but the clothes had already lost their luster.

Even after 40,000 years, her hair still retained its luster, and a lapis lazuli hairpin with cloud patterns was inserted into her hair.

"This is a holy sword."

Having viewed her fragmented memories, Lü Yao knew that this was the weapon that had accompanied Lan Ying as she grew up—a saint-level longsword, which she usually used as a hairpin.

“Xun Can and I are childhood sweethearts. The token of love he gave you is also the token of love he gave me.” Lu Yao muttered to himself as he stepped forward and pulled out the small lapis lazuli cloud-patterned hairpin.

Sure enough, it was a small sword called Azure Moon.

Suddenly, the small sword began to tremble, emitting divine light that was dazzling and brilliant. The laws of order manifested cloud patterns on the sword's body.

At first, tiny particles of light appeared, as small as rice grains, and if you didn't look closely, you might think it was an illusion. Gradually, they began to brighten and grow larger, like a blue moon rising in the dark starry sky. Eventually, they transformed into a cool crescent moon with a colorful halo.

On the crescent moon stood a woman in a green dress, smiling. It was Lan Ying's remnant soul, weathered by time, like sand and gravel about to collapse, ready to dissipate at any moment.

The sacred artifact revived on its own initiative, causing the small world to tremble and tiny, spiderweb-like cracks to appear in the void.

If the cyan sword hadn't shown no intention to kill him, he would probably have died eight hundred times over by now.

No, brother, that's not right. It should be 80,000 times per second!

The small sword slowly floated up, hovering about ten feet in front of Lü Yao, its azure light swirling around it and Dao patterns faintly appearing. Then it slowly grew larger, transforming into a long sword.

Chapter Forty-Nine: The Holy Sword Azure Moon

The holy sword is double-edged, but the blade has a slight curve that is difficult for ordinary people to see. Mysterious and beautiful moon and cloud patterns are intertwined and imprinted on the blade.

The Azure Moon Sword is not a legendary sacred weapon. Perhaps in tens of thousands of years, the azure crescent-shaped deity that wields it will truly die, and the sword itself will turn into ordinary iron.

However, the deity of the Azure Moon Sword remains powerful, protecting a wisp of its master's remnant soul and preserving it for forty thousand years.

Lan Ying's remnant soul slowly walked out of the inner space of the Azure Moon Sword and appeared in this small world, appearing in front of Lü Yao.

This small world is extremely desolate, covering an area of ​​only a dozen miles. There are no green mountains and clear waters, nor any fairy flowers or spiritual springs. It was created by Lan Ying with his last bit of holy power before his death, just to leave a grave for his body.

She did not want the remnants of the Feathered Emperor to take her body back and become the key to unlocking the world left behind by the Feathered Emperor.

At the same time, she left behind some of her memories and legacy here, as well as the Azure Moon Sword.

"Young man, I have left my scriptures and holy sword here. You may take them, but you must do me a favor..."

Lan Ying was petite and had a gentle appearance. If it weren't for the wisps of holy power swirling around the Qingyue Sword, one would never guess that she was a saint. She was neither heroic nor imposing, and had none of the air of a saint who could kill the heavens and the earth, or even kill herself.

That's true; many people's potential is brought out by being forced into situations.

The Great Completion Ascension Divine Body is merely the same as the Dao-Slaying King, just like the Eastern Wilderness Divine Body.

Only those who truly transform their origins and forge their own path can truly become saints and embark on the road to becoming emperors.

In the endless pursuit and after Xun Can was seriously injured countless times, she was finally forced to take this step and become an ancient sage who could open up a holy land.

In those fragmented memories, Lü Yao could feel the affection of childhood sweethearts and a harmonious, loving relationship.

"Please speak, senior?" Lu Yao's heart stirred, as if he could guess some of it, which was nothing more than two things.

One option is to rescue her husband, Xun Can, and even heal his Dao injuries, but that would require a complete immortal elixir or a dream-level divine essence to help him live a second life.

Secondly, it was to avenge his family and destroy the remnants of the Feathered God Dynasty.

Forty thousand years ago, the remnants of the Feathered Emperor might have been quite powerful, even sending out saints to search for the key, but now... and as the eldest daughter's brother, isn't he naturally opposed to the Feathered Emperor and the Feathered Divine Dynasty?

"Since you... have seen my memories... you know I have two regrets." The remnant soul of Saint Lan Ying was like a flame about to be extinguished, its voice broken and fragmented:

"My husband's fate is unknown, and the great hatred of my family is difficult to avenge."

Now that you have inherited my mantle, if you have the ability and opportunity to save my husband in the future, please do not hesitate to lend a helping hand...

The remnants of the Feathered Divine Dynasty are too powerful and mysterious. I don't want you to die seeking revenge for me. There's no need to consider seeking revenge for me..."

The remnant soul of Saint Lan Ying flickered on and off, growing weaker and weaker, as if it would disappear at any moment.

She only knew that the elixir of immortality was hard to find, but she had never personally experienced how hard it was. As long as one became a king or a saint, there would surely be a chance to obtain it, even if it was just asking someone for a single elixir fruit, rather than the whole thing.

But she really was hunted down by the remnants of the Feathered Divine Dynasty. She really saw the saints of the Feathered Divine Dynasty, and she never wanted to see those blue feather-like Dao traces again in her next life.

“Senior, this…” Lu Yao hesitated and said, “To heal a sage with Dao injuries, I’m afraid we need a complete elixir of immortality or an equivalent divine object, which I’m afraid I can’t accomplish.”

He still has the fruit of the Nine Wonders Immortal Elixir, knows the whereabouts of the True Dragon Immortal Elixir and the True Phoenix Immortal Elixir, and has three drops of the Azure Emperor's heart blood. But should he take them out for a half-saint who is almost certain to die?

He hesitated for a moment. What if it all went down the drain? Not everyone is like Jiang Taixu, able to live a second life. A figure like Jiang Taixu would rank among the top even in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, truly possessing the bearing of an emperor, unlike Wang Teng who only had inheritance and talent but an ordinary temperament.

On the other hand, it's good that Saint Lan Ying doesn't allow himself to seek revenge against the remnants of the Feathered Divine Dynasty.

But the problem is, as the eldest daughter's brother, he already has a grudge against them!

This grudge against Saint Lan Ying must be avenged! Otherwise, she'll be holding a hot potato with her scriptures and holy sword.

"Having inherited your legacy, I will fulfill one of your last wishes: to exterminate all the remnants of the Feathered Divine Dynasty. Even if the Feathered Emperor is reborn, I will still slay him to comfort the spirits of you two in heaven!"

Lu Yao swore an oath that he would be the enemy of the Feathered Divine Dynasty and the Feathered Emperor for three lifetimes and three lifetimes, and would grind them to dust.

Heavenly Emperor, did you hear that? My dear Heavenly Emperor, wake up! I'm professing my loyalty! If you heard me, could you please bestow your bronze sword upon me?

That sword is probably on its way to becoming a celestial artifact, right? Even if it isn't, it's not far off.

If you can't give me the bronze sword, a ring or a mask will do; they're among the most powerful imperial weapons.

Unfortunately, the Ruthless Great Emperor did not reach that level of omniscience and omnipotence, and was destined never to hear his sincere words.

The remnant soul of Saint Lan Ying flickered weakly, as if it would disappear at any moment, and its luster was visibly fading away.

As she listened to Lü Yao swear an oath to avenge her, two crystal-clear tears seemed to well up in her eyes. If this were her true self, she would probably be moved to tears.

"Good child..." The light of the crescent moon suddenly shone brightly, and the hazy blue light shone on the remnant soul, allowing the remnant soul of Saint Lan Ying to temporarily stabilize its form.

The Qinling Mountains are vast and mysterious. Even the saints of the Feathered Divine Dynasty could not find her after she casually disappeared into a hidden place.

Moreover, this place is not only the burial ground of peerless masters and kings, but also the site where saints and even higher-level holy corpses transformed 40,000 years ago.

Therefore, the remnants of the Feathered Divine Dynasty lingered here for a long time, but could not find his seriously injured self. They even disturbed a powerful being, and after a brief exchange, they had no choice but to retreat.

Every five thousand years, the deity of the Azure Moon Sword awakens once to search for cultivators who have fallen into this region.

But they gained nothing. This place was deep in the Qinling Mountains, and few cultivators ventured here. Only Lü Yao, who also possessed talent, was here, so he wouldn't waste that opportunity.

When he cultivated, the two secret realms shone brightly like wheels and rumbled loudly. The source was rapidly absorbed like flowing water. The purple sea of ​​suffering reflected the void, and the strange phenomenon of purple qi coming from the east appeared and disappeared. He must be a genius with outstanding talent.

"Good boy." Even though Lan Ying appeared young, he was already hundreds of years old when he died, old enough to be Lu Yao's ancestor.

Hearing Lü Yao's sincere words, her heart softened, and she wondered if she had gone too far: "Go to the Northern Region, find the place where my husband rests, and bring me a message."

As for whether you can save him in the future, I won't force it; it's up to fate.

Don't seek revenge for me; just pass on my legacy.

Furthermore, I had another fortuitous encounter in the Qinling Mountains, the foremost dragon vein in Central China, blessed by heaven and earth, favored by the universe, where the darling of all laws, the Holy Spirit, will be born.

Lan Ying's remnant soul teetered on the brink of collapse, dissipating from her feet upwards like clouds and smoke.

But Lu Yao could hear the hesitation in his words; asking him to take only a letter was his final plea.

Her remnant soul was dissipating, and even though the Azure Moon Sword God kept pouring in holy power, it was difficult to reverse the situation.

"...There lies a failed holy spirit, degenerated into celestial materials; you can refine its remains into weapons..."

With a hint of relief and a touch of nostalgia, Lan Ying vanished with a loud "bang." At the same time, a strange gust of wind blew by, and a tattered animal skin scroll and a letter emerged from under the hem of Lan Ying's body.

Chapter Fifty Animal Hides

The remnant soul of Saint Lan Ying has completely dissipated, and she no longer exists in the world. Only her husband, Xun Can, in a certain place in the Northern Region of the Eastern Wilderness, still remembers her.

Lü Yao sighed. In fact, Lan Ying didn't ask him to do anything in the end. He only entrusted him to deliver a letter. As for treating Xun Can and destroying the remnants of Yu Hua, none of that was mandatory.

This shows that Lan Ying is a peaceful and approachable person who is kind and generous to others.

Perhaps she initially intended to use the inheritance, sacred weapons, and Qinling divine objects to coerce the newcomer into making a Dao oath, but at the last moment she gave up and almost gave these things to Lü Yao for nothing.

Judge by actions, not intentions.

Even with his thick skin, Lü Yao seemed too embarrassed to fool this deceased senior.

He can deceive heaven, earth, and people, but can he deceive his own heart?

He stepped forward, his face solemn, and respectfully bowed three times before the holy corpse.

"This junior will certainly deliver the letter to Sage Xun Can. If there is an opportunity, I will definitely help heal his Dao injuries. The remnants of the Ascension Sect are on different sides from this junior. I will definitely avenge the senior after seeing him."

Then, Lü Yao carefully pinched the corners of the animal skin scroll and the envelope and pulled out the two items.

You can't exactly lift someone's skirt, can you?

The Azure Moon Holy Sword is possessed by a deity! And it's still in a revived state, watching him intently from the side. He probably doesn't want to live anymore.

The envelope was not made of ordinary paper, but was refined from a rare tree and infused with the Daoist patterns of a sage, which is why it has been preserved for so long.

But after such a long time, when Lü Yao gently squeezed the paper, a clear fingerprint was imprinted on it. Startled, he quickly put it back into his gourd, afraid of accidentally damaging it.

It's still uncertain whether it will be able to be viewed. Perhaps it will be completely damaged and scattered by the wind after just one viewing. Hopefully, when the time comes, Sage Xun Can will be able to take a look at his wife's last letter, so that he can be worthy of taking her scriptures and sacred artifacts.

But he still couldn't understand: even if you set up an illusion to share memories, how could you be speaking in the first person? Ah! Answer me!

Lu Yao glanced at the Azure Moon Sword beside him, which was shrouded in a hazy blue light and exuded holy might, but he didn't dare to say anything, only inwardly grumbling.