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

If he hadn't been exceptionally brave and had such profound knowledge, he would have perished long ago.

"puff"

However, Wang Changsheng was not having an easy time either. His white robes were burning with blood, and although they were formed from lightning, they were incredibly real.

In the critical moment, Feng Yi transformed the unique grotto into a singularity, creating a cosmic explosion.

This is an insight gained after being blessed by Hengyu; its power is boundless.

It was as if he had truly witnessed the birth, death, and decay of an era, causing even the handsome young man to stagger.

After several hours of fierce fighting, Feng Yi finally saw a glimmer of hope.

"Kill! I am invincible!"

The wind is resilient and its entire body glows, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

His bloodline is extremely strong, and his potential is limitless. This is the source of his confidence in conquering all directions.

In a daze, he transformed into an ancient demon lord, controlling the birth and death of all ages and the fate of all heavens.

They ascended an ancient command platform, where boundless light, boundless law, and boundless path shone forth together.

"Boom"

Feng Yifu's spirit was moved, and he unleashed an extremely powerful attack.

The Celestial King descends upon the Nine Heavens, the Yin-Yang diagram of life and death appears, stars shine brightly in the azure sky, golden lotuses bloom in the sea of ​​suffering, and all things are born from chaos.

A total of eighteen supreme phenomena were merged and controlled by the Demon Lord's Command Platform.

The Great Dao spread across the sky, runes cascaded like waterfalls, and true dragons, immortal phoenixes, golden crows, white tigers, and all sorts of mythical immortals appeared.

They were controlled by him, merged into one, and unleashed a world-shaking punch, like the destruction of the world by the gods.

It surpasses the limits of the human body, unleashing incredible power.

"puff"

In an instant, heaven and earth reversed, and the universe fell silent, as if a peerless demon had destroyed the world with a single thought.

Although Feng Yi's attack was clever, it already had a hint of the supreme heavenly skill of the previous era, which allowed him to sweep across the world by wielding all kinds of precious techniques.

Even someone as strong as Wang Changsheng suffered a huge loss and was completely at a disadvantage when he was not careful.

That young man was like an immortal war god, his aura sweeping across the land, his fists like startled birds, each strike stronger than the last.

Feng Yi became more and more adept at fighting, his combat power grew stronger and stronger, and he began to suppress his opponents.

The unique grotto-heaven, blessed by extraordinary phenomena, became even more dazzling, solid, and immortal.

"The dragon is a creature of change, not bound by things, nor concerned with form."

His potential was unleashed in the bloody battle, and the light of his wisdom rose.

He gained a new understanding of the Fuxi Dragon Fist, realizing that wind, rain, thunder, lightning, the sun, moon, and stars could all become his aid.

In an instant, he seemed to break free of a shackle and become one with heaven and earth.

The boundless thunder and chaos transformed into his power, reversing and refining his enemies.

The void was filled with Daoist runes, brimming with killing intent, engulfing the enemy.

He descended with the might of heaven and earth, suppressing everything with a blend of illusion and reality, yin and yang, rendering even the "Suppressing Chaos" technique ineffective.

Feng Yi, having absorbed the blood of three emperors, possesses unparalleled talent and profound Daoist nature, and his understanding of the Dao is constantly evolving.

However, the Heavenly Tribulation is rigid, fixed in this area, and has lost the possibility of progress.

“Peng”

The battle raged for several hours, until the heavens wept, the earth wailed, and the rivers stopped flowing.

Feng Yi struck down with a palm, like a rainbow piercing the sun, shattering Wang Changsheng's head.

He was covered in blood and utterly exhausted, but he had won.

He suppressed and refined that mark, his cultivation became more and more perfect, and his body became crystal clear without any flaws.

Witnessing the laws of the chaotic ancient era and experiencing that kind of Dao was a tremendous destiny for him.

Long years have passed, and not a single trace of the immortals can be seen in the human world, leading some to doubt that they are even real.

However, he encountered immortal techniques during the heavenly tribulation, which was naturally a great opportunity.

"call"

Feng Yi opened his mouth and inhaled, and the endless essence of heaven and earth transformed into a pure white ribbon, merging into his body to replenish his vital energy.

That cave was also glowing, plundering this small world of thunder, intending to refine it entirely.

Without a doubt, the earth-shattering tribulation has come to an end.

A dazzling golden rain of light, filled with a sacred aura, descended from the heavens, cleansing his body and soul.

With a clearer and more ethereal body and spirit, it becomes easier to approach the Dao.

It was as if the heavens were bestowing a blessing; this was an auspicious omen, and a new, invincible bloodline had emerged across the nine heavens and ten earths.

Soon the sea of ​​lightning dissipated, and the last essence was swallowed by Feng Yi. He stood alone in the sky.

Seeing the many cultivators in the distance with blank stares, like figures frozen in amber, he was slightly startled.

"Wow"

The next instant, Star River King appeared, tore through the void, and took him away.

After traveling thousands of miles, we returned to Xiaoshi Village.

"What happened? The heavenly tribulation has dissipated, but where is that person? And we've lost a part of our memories?"

Only after they left did everyone awaken from their daze, and their eyes regained their light.

At this moment, the sky is high and clear, the white clouds drift lazily by, and everything is so peaceful.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would believe that such a horrific calamity had occurred here.

"There is a peerless master who has blinded our senses."

An older, powerful figure murmured, filled with dread and fear.

This demonstrates a significant difference in cultivation level. It should be noted that among this group, there are even elders of the highest rank.

They were all deceived, which shows how terrifying the person who made the move must be.

Chapter Forty-Seven: My Son Wang Teng

"Times have changed. The Eastern Wilderness has entered a golden age, and it is no longer a time when we can roam the world freely."

An old man sighed, "You can't deny that you're getting old."

First, there was the Star River King who awed the world, and now there is another mysterious master who can deceive all the supreme rulers and leaders of great sects.

They are all peerless gods, beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, and one can never even catch a glimpse of their back in a lifetime.

"A mysterious young man from the Northern Region is undergoing tribulation. Purple aura travels three thousand miles eastward, and his Daoist manifestations are astonishing."

A message spread in all directions, attracting widespread attention.

Especially half a month ago, that mysterious imperial aura made people think even more.

That young man may have received the inheritance of an ancient emperor, and he himself is a priceless treasure.

This alarmed many elders, who searched for it throughout the land.

An unknown lineage of an emperor is so precious that many lineages dream of obtaining it.

However, they had also heard that the person was extremely powerful, extraordinary, and possessed a bloodline that was comparable to that of immortals.

"What immortal blood? That's an exaggeration, utter nonsense! With my son Wang Teng's emergence, everyone of our generation will have to submit!"

Nine enormous beasts, resembling Qilin, pulled a chariot carrying a great figure, their roar like thunder.

Between the divine carriages, someone arrogantly declared, "Looking down upon the world."

It's just a heavenly tribulation, is it really that big of a deal? The cultivators of the Eastern Wilderness are making a fuss over nothing.

My son Wang Teng has already survived more than ten tribulations of lightning. Did he say anything?

"How arrogant! A man from the Northern Plains, coming to our Eastern Wilderness to run wild."

After the ancient chariot left, a cultivator complained, somewhat indignantly.

"There's nothing we can do. He has a great son, known as the Northern Emperor, and it's no exaggeration."

Another monk sighed and mentioned some things.

The Northern Emperor Teng is a legend, like the protagonist of heaven and earth recorded in ancient books.

When he was young, he was chosen by a crane and received the inheritance of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor.

At the age of seven, he obtained the Golden Ancient War Chariot; at the age of nine, he entered the Ancient Emperor Mountain and brought out the Chaotic Ancient Sacred Artifact; at the age of twelve, he fell into a Divine Phoenix Cave.

He casually went to the Eastern Wilderness and obtained an unparalleled inheritance, the Nine Secrets!

All these things are too numerous to mention, and it can be said that he was the protagonist of an era.