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

"O omnipotent Goddess of Fate, this humble woman desires a beloved, I pray..."

However, the silent changes have continued.

For the first time in 100,000 years, the people of the Northern Region have finally met a benefactor who truly cares about them.

The hearts of ordinary people are more simple and pure; if you give them a papaya, they will repay you with a precious jade.

Yunzhou, Zizhou, and Tianzhou, with the people of these three states as the main body, numbering in the hundreds of millions.

With the simplest and most devout heart, they spontaneously cast clay statues of gods for Fengyi, built temples, and lit lamps.

Countless people served with all their hearts, as if they were worshipping a god, with an unprecedented fervor and intensity.

In those regions that have not yet been liberated by the Heavenly Alliance, there are vast and boundless mountains and rivers.

It also reflects the human desire for change; people living in darkness yearn for the light!

"buzz"

One wisp of light after another, one drop of the collective will of all beings, transforms into specks of light, flying into the high heavens.

In the darkness, the power of all living beings draped Feng Yi in a golden divine robe.

At that moment, his mind and body were clear and he experienced a profound sense of harmony between heaven and earth.

It was as if billions of beings were supporting him as he moved forward, making him appear ever more lofty and ethereal.

"Water nourishes wood, the liver is the spirit's repository, it has the image of dragon smoke, the place where all things grow and flourish, it can nourish life essence and maintain youth."

"Wood generates fire, which is the spirit of the heart. It is shaped like a canopy, like the sun in the sky, shining in all directions. It removes falsehoods and nourishes the spirit with elixir, which can make one's thoughts firm."

A profound and mysterious feeling welled up in his mind, and he gained a deeper understanding of the Dao Palace Realm.

The five elements endure, endlessly regenerating, nourishing his form and spirit.

Inside the Taoist palace, the mysterious chanting became increasingly clear, resonating with the vast universe.

It felt as if there truly was a Daoist self, reciting scriptures, praying for blessings, and assisting in my spiritual practice.

"Wow"

At this moment, Feng Yi entered a wonderful state of enlightenment.

Between heaven and earth, the five elements decomposed, transforming into a sky full of rosy light, which actively merged into his body.

His black hair flowed freely, and his physique was robust, like a young dragon, bursting with boundless vitality.

He felt that his connection with the earth had become closer.

Having obtained a trace of the true essence of the Five Elements, one can connect with all energies, nourish oneself, and achieve immortality as a Daoist god.

In the darkness, his fortune was growing, surrounded by dragon energy, making him seem like a young celestial emperor!

......

The vast northern plains are a boundless grassland, where wolves howl at the moon and wild beasts roam freely.

This place has a primitive and wild feel to it. Most of the area has a harsh environment, but it is also good for training people and can cultivate the strongest warriors.

In a few places, where spiritual energy gathers, major religions have taken over.

Although Beiyuan lacks the ultimate Dao inheritance, the ancient families here are just as powerful.

"My grandson is dead, murdered! There must be an explanation!"

"So what if you become a great king? When the tiger is away, the monkey becomes king."

In the deepest part of the Golden Family's sacred land in Beiyuan, a man's anger soared to the heavens.

For many years, no one has dared to offend the Golden Family.

But that man, in full view of everyone, killed his grandson.

This is a blood feud that cannot be tolerated; otherwise, how will the outside world view him?

This being was radiant with divine light, like an ancient golden god, many times more terrifying than Jin Chixiao!

"Brother, do you mean to initiate an ancient ritual?"

Within the Pure Land, another being changed color, and even a great being could not remain calm.

The Golden Family are essentially descendants of the Primordial Clan.

Like the Ice Palace, it was supported by others, its original intention being to be a pawn to see how the world was now.

When the crucial moment arrives, at the exact time predicted by the ancient emperor, the Golden Clan will be awakened.

"Yes, my clan has the blood of ancient emperors flowing in its veins, yet we, a bunch of ants, have been entrusted with the duties of the Void Serpent for far too long!"

A hint of madness appeared on the face of the Golden Clan Head.

He wanted to perform a blood sacrifice to awaken the ancient, primordial powerhouses. The primordial era was an incredibly prosperous time.

A king is no better than a dog, and saints are everywhere.

If the ancient royal family were to return, the entire Eastern Wilderness would fall under their rule.

By then, even a lowly Feng Yi would be easily killed.

More importantly, with the guidance of a powerful Ancestral King, he might be able to go even further and successfully break through to the Dao!

"Brother, if that's really the case, how many people will die?"

The old man was startled at first, then objected sternly.

The Golden Family, after hundreds of thousands of years of reproduction, merged with the human race.

Its own stance has also changed significantly, making it difficult to explain.

"Third brother, are you really willing to sit and die between heaven and earth a hundred years from now, turning into a pile of dry bones?"

"If we welcome back the ancient king, we can all survive, and the prospect of becoming saints is within reach!"

The Golden Clan Head's voice seemed to possess a bewitching quality, resonating in the hearts of others.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Undercurrents

The sacred land of Dayan boasts magnificent mountains and rivers and beautiful scenery.

From afar, the magnificent palaces, pavilions, and towers, with cranes dancing, resemble a celestial palace inhabited by immortals.

In the hearts of many in the Central Region, this is the highest pure land.

The Holy Land has been the ruler of the Eastern Wilderness since time immemorial.

On this day, the newly appointed Great Yan Holy Lord flew into a rage, and Xiang Yifei died, killed in full view of everyone.

Without a doubt, this was a slap in the face to the Holy Land, causing him great pain.

But there was no other way. Even if he harbored immense resentment, the supreme ruler had to endure it.

"Why should the Holy Lord be angry? He built a tall building and entertained guests, and now he is about to collapse."

An elderly man in a gray robe and straw hat appeared very composed, possessing an air of composure that would remain unfazed even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

He is a living fossil, having lived for 2,900 years and witnessed the vicissitudes of life.

His name was Xuan Gui Dao Ren. A thousand years ago, when his vital energy was at its peak, he was famous throughout the world!

Now, he's gotten old, and he's toned down his sharp edges, always moving slowly like a tortoise.

Those who truly understand him are all wary, for this old monster has accumulated too much knowledge and might very well have returned to his original, unassuming self.

His style is to strive for a lifetime, not for a short-term gain.

"Senior brother, please explain in detail?"

The Holy Lord of Dayan, dressed in golden robes and with a straight spine, also caught my eye.

Over the years, Dayan has indeed had a run of bad luck, being bullied by others time and again, and urgently needs to vent its anger.

"The Northern Region is not the domain of one family or clan. The Central Plains Divine Dynasty, the Hundred Schools of Thought, the Northern Plains Aristocratic Families, the Southern Ridge Demon Clan, and the Western Desert Buddhist Sect—which one does not have interests in the Northern Region?"

"If you want to take something, you must first give it. The ancient Feng family is so domineering in the Northern Region. Sooner or later, they will incur the wrath of the masses!"

The Xuan Gui Daoist spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone excessively gentle, yet he made the truth crystal clear.

The dominant power in the Northern Region, the Ancient Jiang Family, has maintained friendly relations with the Wind Clan for generations.

As for the Yaochi Holy Land, it has always been a peaceful place. As long as these two families do not harm their core interests, they have no motive to turn against the Feng Clan.

But it's not so certain for other forces. The higher they elevate the Wind Clan now, the more likely they are to be crushed in the future.

"Hehe, alright, let's bear with him for now."

The Great Evolutionary Saint Lord, his sword intent like a dragon, spoke in a cold voice.

Although the vast Eastern Wilderness was temporarily intimidated by the Star River King.

But discontent and resentment continue to accumulate, and sooner or later they will erupt in a spectacular explosion!

......

Feng Yi traveled in the northern regions, observing the changes in human affairs.

The Heavenly Alliance, with its group of powerful figures, has done a good job. They've become very adept at eliminating evil and supporting the underprivileged.