Covering the Heavens: Fishing for the Heavens Starting from the Great Accomplished Holy Body

Chapter 108 The Yang God Plane, I, Hong Yi, am back!

At this moment, a very subtle change is taking place in the Yangshen plane.

Hong Yi truly reached the other shore, and at the peak of the other shore after merging with the Heavenly Heart Mark.

This means that the epochal calamity of the entire Yangshen plane has become a thing of the past.

Originally, this world would experience a great destruction every 129,600 years, with everything returning to zero and starting anew.

This is the origin of the Epochal Calamity.

But Hong Yi's arrival completely changed everything.

He perfected the Way of Heaven and Earth with his own Way, transforming the Yang God plane from "imperfect" to "perfect," and from "reincarnation."

It became "eternal".

The epochal catastrophe has vanished.

In its place, a truly stable and truly complete world has emerged.

Such a world, among all the heavens and myriad realms, is qualified to interact with other planes.

Li Qingshan could clearly sense that the world barrier of the Yangshen plane was becoming more and more solid, but also more and more "transparent".

That clarity stems from its strengthening connection with the outside world.

Before long, it will integrate with the rest of the world in some way.

This alignment presents a great opportunity for the plane itself, but it could also bring great trouble.

After all, not every world is as "reasonable" as he is.

"Looks like we need to plan ahead!"

Li Qingshan muttered to himself, his gaze falling on his palm.

There are two things floating there.

It was the same Heavenly Heart Mark that had been retrieved from Hong Yi's body; it was a hazy gray mass that exuded a faint aura of order.

Another thing is the lingering obsession left behind by Hong Yi, weak yet tenacious, representing the Yi Dao philosophy that "everyone is like a dragon."

These two things share the same origin, yet each has its own specific meaning.

The Heavenly Heart Mark represents the Dao or imprint of Li Qingshan, the great emperor of this era, and is also the embodiment of order.

The principles of Yi Dao represent the aspirations of all beings and are the source of change.

Order and change are two sides of the same coin, complementing each other.

Li Qingshan thought for a moment, then raised his hands in a gesture of support.

The two primordial energies slowly approached each other in his palm, tentatively exploring and merging with one another.

The process was not intense; rather, it carried a strange harmony.

It's as if they were originally one, but were forcibly separated, and now they have finally reunited.

The moment the two primordial energies completely merged, a blurry figure slowly emerged from the light.

The figure was identical to Hong Yi, dressed in a blue robe, with a gentle demeanor and a compassionate air about him.

But those eyes were empty, devoid of any spirit.

It's an empty shell.

An empty shell that has the form of Hongyi but lacks the spirit of Hongyi.

Although his cultivation is gone, his authority in the Other Shore Realm remains.

As long as it falls into the Yangshen Plane, it will be a true emperor who is in harmony with the will of Heaven, and a cultivator in the Other Shore Realm!

Sure enough, although Hong Yi was dead, he was a treasure trove.

Li Qingshan looked at the figure and nodded in satisfaction.

Let the shell company Hongyi stand in the open and continue to fulfill its grand ambition of "everyone becoming a dragon," grow bigger and stronger, and withstand any storms that may come in the future.

He, meanwhile, remained hidden behind the scenes, reaping all the resources of the Yangshen Plane.

He raised his hand, caught the figure in the fishing hook, and then flicked his wrist.

The fishing line pierced through the endless void, falling straight into the Yangshen Plane and landing in front of Mengshenji.

The Yangshen Plane, an ancient battlefield in the starry sky.

Meng Shenji remained standing in the same spot, motionless.

Ever since Hong Yi was lured away, he has maintained this posture, his expression complex and difficult to decipher.

He won.

But he felt no joy.

Because he knew that he was nothing more than a pawn.

The dark red ball of flesh that had pushed him beyond his limits had now completely merged with him.

But he could feel that the thing was like a bone-deep infection, connected to his very essence, impossible to separate from or erase.

What unsettled him even more was that he didn't know what that being would do next.

Just then.

The void split open silently.

A figure stepped out from the crack.

He wore a blue robe, had a gentle face, and a profound insight into the secrets of the world between his brows.

Hong Yi.

Meng Shenji's pupils suddenly contracted.

impossible.

He watched with his own eyes as Hong Yi was lured away by that invisible thread, and watched that figure disappear into the depths of endless time and space.

How could it possibly be here intact?

But that aura, that sense of oppression, the gleam of intelligence in those eyes—

It is Hong Yi.

It was Hong Yi, the one who fought him his whole life and ultimately surpassed him.

Meng Shenji's aura surged instantly, his dark golden phoenix wings instinctively unfurled, and the vertical pupil between his brows burst forth with dazzling light.

However, Hong Yi simply watched him quietly, his gaze calm, showing no intention of making a move.

"Dream Machine!"

Hong Yi spoke, his voice not loud, yet it echoed endlessly in this deathly silent void.

"You don't need to be so wary; the feud between us is completely over!"

Meng Shenji stared at him and said in a deep voice, "Who exactly are you? And why are you here?"

Hong Yi smiled slightly, a smile that carried a hint of relief and a sense of understanding.

"Who am I? I am Hong Yi himself! As for why I am here—it was that being who sent me back. He asked me to deliver a few words to you!"

Meng Shenji shuddered.

That one exists.

really.

"Now, we are fellow travelers."

Hong Yi continued, "The calamity of the era has passed, and the Yang God Plane is no longer in danger of destruction. There is no need for fear in the future; simply focus on your cultivation. We should strive even harder to achieve true transcendence!"

Meng Shenji was stunned.

Fellow traveler?

What does this mean?

He stared into Hong Yi's eyes, trying to discern something from them.

But those eyes remained deep, calm, and still held that insightful light.

Exactly the same as before.

Are you willing to accept this?

Meng Shenji suddenly asked.

Hong Yi looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

"What if I'm willing to accept it, or what if I'm not?"

He said calmly, "I chose this path, and I must bear the consequences. Having come this far, I have nothing more to say!"

Meng Shenji fell silent.

He understood.

Hong Yi, like him, was a pawn.

However, Hong Yi, the pawn, was placed on the ground before him.

"Who exactly is that being?"

Meng Shenji finally asked the question that had been weighing on his mind for a long time.

Hong Yi shook his head.

"Don't ask, and don't think about it. Thinking too much will only cause trouble!"

He turned and walked into the depths of the starry sky.

One step, two steps, three steps.

With each step he took, the void beneath his feet solidified into a tangible form, transforming into a road with no end in sight.

"Dream Machine".

His voice came from the end of the road, ethereal and distant.

"Live well, and perhaps one day we'll meet again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure in the green robe had completely disappeared into the depths of the starry sky.

Meng Shenji stood there, watching the disappearing figure, speechless for a long time.

After a long while, he lowered his head and looked at his hands.

Those hands were long, slender, and fair, just as they always were.

But he knew that what he held in those hands was no longer just his own strength.

And the gaze of that being—

A fellow traveler.

These three words echoed in his mind, carrying an indescribable meaning.

It wasn't fear, nor anger, but a strange sense of relief.

He shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and turned to fly in the opposite direction.

The ancient battlefield in the starry sky returned to deathly silence, with only countless shattered continental remnants drifting slowly in the void, bearing witness to the lingering effects of the battle that had just taken place.

At this moment, in the distant, sky-covering world, on the ancient star of the Big Dipper.

In an old house by the river, Li Qingshan sat cross-legged, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Hmm, it feels like something's missing!"

He murmured to himself, and the light seemed to pierce through endless time and space, landing on the figure in green robes in the Yang God plane.

Hong Yi's empty shell is in place. The next step is to let it continue to fulfill its grand ambition of "everyone becoming a dragon," sit in the Yang God's seat, grow bigger and stronger, and wait for the right time.

Li Qingshan focused his mind on the empty shell connected by the fishhook, and from Hong Yi's perspective, carefully sensed the changes in the entire Yang God plane.

This feeling is wonderful.

It was as if a wisp of his mind had been separated and resided in another body, allowing him to clearly perceive everything in that world, yet maintaining absolute detachment and distance.

The Yangshen plane is indeed different now.

The feeling was indescribable. If this place was like a beautiful but cracked piece of porcelain that could shatter and rebuild at any moment, then at this moment, those cracks were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The primordial energy between heaven and earth is reviving, and the laws of the Great Dao are becoming increasingly clear. The various mysteries that were originally obscure and difficult to comprehend are now within reach.

Countless cultivators who were in seclusion felt a jolt throughout their bodies, their bottlenecks loosened, and their cultivation levels surged, as if they had received the blessing of the entire world.

This is the first wave of benefits that Heaven and Earth are giving back to all living beings after the epochal catastrophe has ended.

And the source of all this is that figure in green robes standing at the edge of the ancient battlefield in the starry sky.

Hong Yi.

Or rather, it is an empty shell that has inherited the name, form, and way of Hongyi.

"Everyone is a dragon—"

Through his empty eyes, Li Qingshan looked down at the vast world, his mind racing with thoughts.

Hong Yi's lifelong pursuit was to enable all living beings to attain enlightenment and to make this world a place where everyone can become stronger.

Now that the calamity of the era has passed and the world is without flaws, this grand ambition has a foundation for realization.

The next step is to proceed step by step.

Preaching, writing books, spreading the Dharma, and guiding people.

With the realm of the other shore as its seat, it commands respect from all beings and guides all paths to converge.

Over time, all cultivators in the Yangshen Plane will benefit. The primordial energy between heaven and earth will become increasingly abundant, the laws of the Great Dao will become increasingly clear, the number of powerful individuals will increase, and the foundation will become increasingly solid.

This is the path that Hong Yi himself envisioned: "Everyone is like a dragon."

And this path is now being continued by the empty shell controlled by Li Qingshan.

The better one progresses, the stronger the Yangshen plane becomes.

The stronger the dimension, the more confident it is when connecting with other worlds beyond the world's barriers.

The more confident you are, the more resources you can reap from this world.

This is a virtuous circle.

"So here's the question."

Li Qingshan stroked the green bamboo pole in his hand and began to carefully calculate.

With the empty shell of Hong Yi sitting in charge of the Yang God, the resources he can reap mainly come from three aspects.