Covering the Sky: I, Fuxi's Son, the Proven Emperor

The bloodline of the ancestor of humanity has been revived and fully awakened in Feng Yi, making him comparable to an imperial prince. One can imagine how terrifying he would be!

"The glory of our ancestors has been silent for millions of years. Our clan should rise again."

An elder sighed, as if he were witnessing the golden age of the Wind Clan.

There are many legends about the imperial prince in ancient history, who could easily break various cultivation records.

By defying the laws of immortality, one can naturally reach the Eight Forbidden Realms upon reaching adulthood, thus attaining the ultimate limit of life.

In this lifetime, the Wind Clan has produced an imperial prince, giving them a tremendous advantage.

He longed to roar to the heavens, "My clan's Feng Yi possesses the bearing of a great emperor!"

"Swish"

Suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air. It was a dignified man with eyes like lightning and long, flowing silver hair.

He wore a long, moon-white robe, seemingly blending into the starry sky.

He possessed an awe-inspiring presence, as if he had swept across an era, invincible and unstoppable.

Chapter Two: The Star River King Seven Thousand Years Ago

"You are, Ancestor Wuji?"

The Holy Lord of the Wind Clan asked in a trembling voice, finding it hard to believe his eyes.

Feng Wuji, a peerless figure of seven thousand years, a galaxy body, and a Great God King.

Logically speaking, he should have perished long ago, fading into the past. How could he possibly reappear in the world?

According to ancient records, they should have passed away long ago!

"it's me."

The man spoke softly, as gentle as a spring breeze, yet it sent shivers down everyone's spines.

The ultimate king is comparable to a god or demon, transcending the constraints of human laws and principles.

All the elders felt a fear stemming from their very survival instincts. The difference between a powerful being and a king cannot be measured by reason alone.

Star River King looked at the child, gazing into the infant's bright, dark eyes, regarding him as a precious treasure.

He was sealed within the divine source for many years, never expecting to encounter such a divine infant in later generations.

"His name is Yi. How wonderful! Countless years have passed, and our clan has finally found a Fuxi!"

Feng Wuji held the child high above his head, as if facing a great emperor.

Utter reverence, a sense of religious solemnity and reverence, swept through this region.

"Fuxi!"

Millions of years have passed since the age of mythology.

Even when the Wind Clan mentions this name, they still feel proud and honored.

They are descendants of the ancestor of mankind, and the most sacred blood flows in their veins!

Emperor Fuxi had great merits, great achievements, pioneering contributions, and the virtue of establishing a dynasty.

Therefore, he was revered as the ancestor of mankind and is respected for all ages.

Like the Yin Emperor and the Sun Emperor, he was a holy emperor of the human race, enjoying endless incense offerings.

"Covering the Sky, the Wind Clan, I've actually come to this world?"

On the other side, Ning Xuan's mind was racing. As a novel enthusiast in his previous life, he was naturally very familiar with the famous Red-haired Monster trilogy.

Shrouding the Heavens is a terrifying world of gods and demons, where the Central Plains are frequently destroyed, plunging the land into darkness and chaos!

Oh, I'm in the Eastern Wilderness. That's alright then. Don't worry about sinking it.

And then there's the Wind Clan, who truly deserve to be called a disgrace to the God Clan. Descendants of the dignified Ancestor of Humanity have done remarkably poorly.

With the Imperial Weapon gone and the Imperial Scripture gone, it's almost as if it can sit at the same table as the two major lineages of Yin and Yang.

Almost all the historical and cultural heritage related to the emperor has been lost.

"In this life, I am Feng Yi. Who else but me can revive the Fuxi imperial clan?"

As a chosen working-class person who excels at slacking off, chatting, and lying down, I am also a winner-oriented scholar.

Ning Xuan quickly accepted the reality of his transmigration.

Great, I'm the protagonist in this life, but suffering is out of the question.

The idea of ​​nurturing a hundred scriptures in a furnace or creating new methods is nonexistent.

Before I transmigrated, I needed to work hard; now that I've transmigrated, I still need to work hard. What a waste of my transmigration! System, give me some points!

However, after calling out in my mind for a long time, the system didn't respond.

There's no other way but to rely on my extraordinary talent.

According to Ning Xuan's own speculation, his bloodline power should surpass that of most ancient princes.

Whether she can compare to Little Fairy Phoenix or someone as monstrous as Ye Yishui is another matter entirely.

"The Summoning Scripture is still the best. Red-haired Lord is really something, since we're already here, he still wants me to work hard."

"Wouldn't it be better to summon an ancestor to cultivate in my place?"

"Or we could have a system of mutual benefit, binding ourselves to a group of geniuses, copying and absorbing their Dao fruits, and becoming the Human Emperor."

Feng Yi thought to himself, as a big winner, he was always extremely narcissistic.

He looks like the red-haired monster's favorite son.

Otherwise, why did he get to time travel while others did?

Even when he was on Earth, he couldn't hide it from him at all; when he opened his eyes, it was daytime, and when he closed them, it was nighttime.

This world was clearly created for him; he is the protagonist!

No gambler loses every day, and no protagonist doesn't have cheat codes.

Feng Yi came to this world of "Covering the Sky" to tell the world that he is the cheater!

After indulging in self-admiration, Feng Yi was somewhat tired, after all, he was still in the body of an infant.

However, he had a feeling that he could truly summon demons and the imprint of his ancestors.

Although Xinghe Wang—Feng Wuji—has decided to protect him, he still needs his mother's care during this period.

Feng Yi's mother's surname was Xia, her given name was Qingwan, and her childhood name was Xiaoxiao. She was a princess of the previous generation of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Seeing that the child seemed a little tired, she took out a can of animal milk and fed it to him.

"Zi"

It tastes sweet and has a unique energy that nourishes a child's body and mind, and strengthens their blood and energy.

This single jar of beast milk is many times more precious than the famous Herbal Elixir of the Heavenly Realm.

As he drank animal milk and sang songs, Feng Yi felt that he had reached the climax of his life.

The Desolate Emperor loves to drink beast milk, and he also loves to drink beast milk. Is he the same as the Desolate Emperor?

Huang, Ye, and Chu—the three emperors of the capital all have the same face. Who would believe there's no shady dealings involved?

I'll just keep trying to get in touch with you, you sick old man, I respect and love you, a tribute from a big winner.

......

Time flies, years pass silently, even though several months have already gone by.

People will never forget the mysterious phenomenon that illuminated the Central Region as bright as day that night.

Some say it was the birth of a true dragon, and Heaven, moved by the sight, bestowed auspicious omens.

Some say it might be an old monster from the Wind Clan, almost becoming an immortal, who took a crucial step.

Various sacred sites and aristocratic families paid close attention, secretly spying and inquiring about information.

In the third month, news finally came out: it was an infant, born divine, who had awakened the body of a human king!

The Human King Physique is said to be a physique that can lead to enlightenment, and only one such person is found every 100,000 years. Unexpectedly, it has appeared in the Desolate Ancient Feng family in this life.

"Little brother, you can really eat! You ate an entire dragon-horned elephant in one meal."

Nine months later, under a spirit tree, Phoenix smiled and curiously looked at the person in front of her.

Her cousin is truly a reincarnation of a gluttonous beast; he's only one year old and three feet tall.

His belly is so small, how can he eat so much? His appetite is bigger than that of many cultivators.

"That's right. The Great Emperor was made through eating. If you can't eat, you can only dream of achieving enlightenment!"

The little one patted his belly with great pride and casually bit into a century-old jade snake orchid.

He swallowed it in one gulp, and instantly a myriad of rays of light appeared. It felt as if a raging torrent was surging within him, as if a volcano was erupting.

He felt as if flames were burning all over his body, and he had inexhaustible energy.

As he spoke, he lifted a boulder weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, his blood surging, and rushed towards a waterfall.