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

Feng Yi has gained initial control over the origin of his bloodline, transcending the mortal world and becoming incomparably brilliant, like an eternal god!

The coexistence and fusion of the bloodlines of the three emperors is a miracle unprecedented in history.

A purple aura traveled three thousand miles eastward, vast and mighty, shaking the ten directions!

"Is he a descendant of a deity, given this appearance?"

The sky was filled with purple mist and endless radiance, which startled the experts nearby.

Many great sects use divine mirrors or pupil techniques to observe, and when Feng Yi was undergoing tribulation, a wisp of his original aura manifested.

He revealed a secret that greatly surprised them.

That kind of bloodline power is simply not of this world; it is very likely that it belongs to the descendants of immortals.

"Forbidden, and cannot be deduced!"

An old fortune teller, confident in his profound skills, wanted to uncover the secrets of Feng Yi.

In the blink of an eye, ten thousand years have passed, and all has vanished into the annals of time. A gust of wind blows, and all is reduced to dust, leaving no trace of its remains.

This is astonishing; what kind of person could be so favored by the heavens?

Even deduction is not possible; Heaven will not allow it.

In fact, within the logic of the universe, Feng Yi is already on par with the True Dragon and the Immortal Phoenix; he is the favored son.

Those who are blessed by nature can turn misfortune into good fortune and difficulties into auspiciousness.

"boom"

The next instant, the young man took the initiative to guide the heavenly tribulation.

The sea of ​​lightning suddenly intensified countless times, pouring down onto the earth.

Silver snakes danced wildly, divine light shook the heavens—a scene of utter devastation.

Each ray of tribulation light could kill a cultivator at the Four Extremes Realm, and now tens of thousands of them have converged together, creating a terrifying spectacle.

This is a sea of ​​destruction, its divine might like a prison, capable of annihilating all living beings.

It's hard to imagine the kind of pressure that person in the center of the thunderstorm must be under.

"What a pity, a peerless genius has come to an end in sorrow."

One of the cultivators sighed, saying he didn't think the mysterious young man had any chance of survival.

Human strength has its limits; how can it contend with the vastness of heaven and earth? It is destined to wither away.

"Heaven is fair; those who are too extraordinary will naturally undergo the cruelest test."

Some elderly people whispered, having seen the vicissitudes of life.

The Heavenly Tribulation is difficult to overcome. Throughout history, there have been some extraordinary figures who defied the heavens, almost comparable to young emperors, yet they all perished at this hurdle.

"Boom"

The sea of ​​lightning grew even more violent, pouring down like the Milky Way from the heavens, engulfing the world.

It sounded like the war drums of the ancient heavenly court, making one's eardrums feel like they were about to explode.

The void shattered completely, unable to withstand such power.

Even from miles away, some cultivators felt their legs go weak, their souls were about to be shaken out, and some even fainted.

For many years, the Northern Region has not experienced such a great calamity, breaking the record since ancient times.

No, he is still alive.

Suddenly, a renowned elder from a prominent sect realized that the thunder's incessant and increasingly violent roar explained the problem.

"call"

The wind was divine, its physical body immortal, radiating a strange glow. At the same time, its primordial spirit also flew out, like a sun god, bathing in a sea of ​​thunder.

He was incredibly powerful, like a divine being, breathing in the primordial energy of the universe and treating heavenly tribulations as resources.

His body shone brightly, and he activated the secret of the character "Lin," giving rise to chaos and encompassing all things.

The overwhelming calamity and supreme divine punishment remained unmoved; on the contrary, they only brought him greater success.

Like a phoenix undergoing rebirth, it grows stronger day by day, with both its physical body and primordial spirit undergoing transformation.

"Heaven is unjust!"

A leading figure of a great sect witnessed this scene, and his Dao heart collapsed.

He was terrified of heavenly tribulations, which ordinary people would avoid at all costs, and was unwilling to experience them.

But that person remained unmoved, treating the tribulation as easily as drinking water or eating.

It made him feel disillusioned. Was he, a proud and outstanding talent, just a figurehead?

"Is he about to succeed? Is another legend rising?"

Some people were surprised and wondered how such a terrifying calamity could be overcome so easily.

Throughout ancient history, there are probably very few people who could do this.

"No, even the most extraordinary geniuses often face numerous tribulations when undergoing tribulations."

An old man spoke softly, his words carrying a wealth of knowledge and the wisdom of a seasoned veteran of life.

Since the universe is testing a person, it will naturally force them to reach their full potential.

This is related to the innate potential of a living being.

"buzz"

Sure enough, it seemed as if even the heavens were angry and would not tolerate any desecration.

A mysterious portal opened, as if a vast, ancient immortal realm had descended.

The four elements of earth, fire, water, and wind circulate, creating chaos that isolates everything!

Chapter Forty-Five: The Decision to Suppress the Rebellion

Within the gate, majestic mountains rise, and the golden crow soars, presenting a scene of immortals.

A grove of purple bamboo sways in the sun, growing towards the sunlight and brimming with vitality.

This place possesses a unique charm, or rather, a timeless vitality, completely different from the world we live in today.

It felt like stepping back into a chaotic ancient era, into another time and space.

Opposite Feng Yi stood a handsome, otherworldly man with an aura that seemed to soar to the heavens.

He looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a bright smile like a boy next door, and clear eyes.

But it gave Feng Yi an extremely dangerous feeling, as if he was being watched by some prehistoric beast.

"Zheng"

The boy moved; his brow glowed, emanating an aura of immortality.

In reality, he truly possessed that kind of aura—a self-assured and arrogant demeanor.

It was as if he had swept across an era, killed the supreme ruler, and was terrifying to the extreme.

A dark sword embryo, dazzlingly beautiful and imbued with eerie power, flew out from the sea of ​​consciousness.

This is too bizarre. How can a person's primordial spirit be like this?

Only Feng Yi felt a chill run down his spine; this was the technique for quelling chaos!

The man before me is Wang Changsheng in his youth.

"kill!"

That sword light felt like it was tearing one's body apart and shattering one's very spirit.

The "Suppressing Chaos Technique" is hailed as the greatest primordial spirit attack technique in history, and it truly possesses that power.

It can slay gods and immortals, surpassing the limits of human thought and perception; it is destined to kill Feng Yi.

This has always been the case in the past; once such a decree is issued, all heroes are rendered powerless, and all the heroes of the world must bow down.

But Feng Yi refused to yield, and with a loud shout, he confronted him head-on.

His vital energy was boundless, his physical body was immortal, and he was able to operate the "Lin" secret technique, with endless Dao runes.

Like an ancient god or demon awakening in chaos, following his true nature, he unleashed an extremely powerful punch.

"puff"

The divine light shone like water, incomparably radiant, illuminating the darkness.

A punch and a sword represent the pinnacle of two eras, colliding in a grand finale.

Feng Yi, proud and arrogant, used his physical body to fight against the Pingluan Jue.

He suffered a great loss in an instant; his tiger's mouth was split open, and blood flowed continuously.

That primordial spirit sword embryo was far too sharp, even more terrifying than immortal gold, leaving a deep bloodstain on Feng Yi's body, penetrating three-tenths of an inch into the bone.

"Certainly"