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

Chapter 109 Yi Zi preaches, Qing Chen returns home!

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

First, the power of will.

Hong Yi's prestige in the Yangshen world was at its zenith, with all schools of thought revering him as their teacher and countless cultivators regarding him as their path.

As long as he continues to preach, spread the Dharma, and help people, the aspirations of all beings will continuously converge upon him.

This pure and unparalleled willpower can not only be used to temper the soul and nourish the primordial spirit, but also to refine all sorts of magical treasures with endless uses.

Second, feedback from heaven and earth.

After the epochal catastrophe disappeared, the world entered an unprecedented period of prosperity.

During this process, the Heaven and Earth Society naturally "expels the old and takes in the new," releasing the primordial substances accumulated over countless years little by little to nourish all living beings.

Some of these primordial substances transform into infinitely pure essence, some into innate Daoist rhyme, and some into various rare and precious materials.

As the first person to mend the heavens and earth, Hong Yi naturally had priority in obtaining these primordial substances.

Third, and most importantly—world fragments.

After the Yangshen Plane stabilizes, the smaller worlds that were shattered and annihilated during the various epochal calamities will begin to slowly repair themselves.

Reproduced.

Some of these small worlds were once the training grounds of ancient powerful beings, while others were the ancestral lands of ancient sects. They contain countless lost ancient scriptures, incomplete divine artifacts, and sealed divine medicines.

As the world recovers, they will gradually "squeeze" out of the void and see the light of day again.

The coordinates, entrances, and internal structures of these small worlds could be vaguely perceived by the empty shell Hong Yi through the Heavenly Heart Imprint.

In other words, from this moment on, the entire Yangshen Plane is a fertile land waiting to be cultivated.

Li Qingshan was the only one who possessed the map.

"Not bad, very good."

Li Qingshan nodded in satisfaction.

Based on this calculation, the future gains will be substantial.

Of course, these gains won't come immediately; they require time, effort, and patience.

But what he has no shortage of is patience.

"But we can't just wait; we need to get Hong Yi moving immediately!"

With a slight thought, Li Qingshan transmitted a command to Hong Yi, an empty shell in the Yangshen Plane, through the invisible fishing line.

On the edge of the ancient battlefield in the starry sky of the Yangshen plane.

The figure in the green robe floated silently, motionless, like a sculpture that had existed since time immemorial.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

Those eyes remained deep, calm, and still held a piercing light that seemed to see through the secrets of the world.

But unlike before, there was now a subtle, almost imperceptible sparkle in the depths of those eyes.

"Let's begin."

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

He stepped forward and walked into the depths of the starry sky.

With the first step, the void beneath his feet solidified into a road with no end in sight.

As the second step was taken, countless phantom images of stars appeared on both sides of the road. Those stars slowly rotated, scattering hazy starlight.

As the third step was completed, blurry images began to flicker amidst the starlight.

Those were cultivators who were in seclusion. Some were practicing diligently in their caves, some were practicing breathing exercises on the mountaintop, and some were meditating in their secret chambers.

When the light emanating from the empty shell of Hong Yi fell upon them, these cultivators all trembled, sensing something in the darkness.

"Is it... a child exchange?"

"Yi Zi is still alive!"

"Yi Zi is watching us!"

Countless exclamations rang out simultaneously in different worlds.

Hong Yi, who was in a shell, did not speak, but continued to walk forward.

Step 4, Step 5, Step 6 —

With each step he took, more cultivators sensed his presence, and more willpower surged from all directions, converging on him.

When he reached the ninth step, the empty shell Hong Yi stopped.

He stood deep in the starry sky, looking down at the three thousand great worlds and billions of living beings below.

"The calamity of the era has passed, and heaven and earth are without flaw."

He spoke, and his voice resounded throughout the heavens and myriad realms.

"From this day forward, everyone can attain enlightenment, and everyone can reach the other shore."

"I will continue to preach, opening a platform at the tombs of the philosophers on the first day of each month. All who are devoted to the Way are welcome to come and listen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Yangshen Plane erupted in excitement.

Yi Zi wants to preach again!

The news spread like wildfire throughout the entire world.

Countless cultivators trembled with excitement and immediately dropped everything they were doing, rushing towards the mausoleum of the philosophers.

That person truly achieved the other shore realm, the first person in history!

Listening to his sermon once is equivalent to practicing asceticism for hundreds of years!

Meanwhile, the established giants who were in seclusion all opened their eyes, their faces revealing complex and unfathomable expressions.

Yi Zi is still alive.

He was indeed still there.

Moreover, he will continue preaching.

What does this mean?

This means that this land is truly about to usher in an unprecedented golden age!

Big Dipper Star, Central Region.

Two purple streaks of light streaked across the sky, moving swiftly yet gently, weaving through the clouds towards the direction of Hanjiang.

Zixia was dressed in purple, her black hair cascading down her back, and her face was shrouded in a light purple mist, obscuring her expression.

Her posture as she rode the divine rainbow remained ethereal, though her cool eyes would occasionally gaze into the distance, lost in thought.

"Master, Master!"

Li Qingchen's voice came from the side, tinged with excitement, "Isn't Dad's place in Beidou really fun?"

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"Well, back on Earth, he used to sit by the river fishing every day, sometimes for the whole day, and he'd even forget to eat—luckily, Xiao Yezi's parents lived nearby, so I'd go to their house for meals!"

Zixia snapped out of her daze and glanced sideways at the girl beside her.

Today, Li Qingchen wore a light green long dress, and her dark green long hair was tied up high, revealing the small dragon horns that were covered by a headband.

Her bright green eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"Okay, we're almost there!"

Zixia responded, her tone still cold, but unconsciously softening a bit.

"My dad is not only a great fisherman, he's also an amazing cook!"

Li Qingchen chattered on, "Once, they roasted a really big wing. It smelled so good, I was drooling, and then he gave me just a tiny drop!"

"Just a tiny drop!"

She pouted, her face full of resentment.

"He said I'm too weak to handle tonics, and that eating too much would cause my body to explode. Master, tell me, is he lying to me? He ate that huge wing all by himself, leaving me not a single bite!"

As Zixia listened, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

This girl always speaks of her father so vividly.

"I think Senior Li is doing this for your own good!"

Zixia said calmly.

"I know."

Li Qingchen pouted, "But he always treats me like a child. I've been in human form for so long, and my cultivation has reached the Dao Palace Secret Realm, but he still won't let me eat anything good."

As she spoke, she suddenly became excited again, "But Master, this time when I go back I must pester him to roast one for me! This time I'm not afraid of being too weak to handle the extra nourishment!"

Zixia did not respond.

She recalled the last time she returned to Hanjiang.

That was three months ago.

She came back to see her grandfather, who was still sitting under the old locust tree in the yard, drinking tea and talking about the trivial matters of the town.

As he was leaving, Grandpa suddenly sighed and said, "Zixia, what do you think of Xiao Li? He's all alone, with no one to care for him. Sigh..."

She didn't respond at the time.

But somehow, those words planted a seed in her heart.

The seed lay there quietly, without making a sound or fighting for anything.

At this moment, as it drew closer to the cold river, it suddenly moved.

Zixia took a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable emotion in her heart, and focused her gaze ahead.

The familiar river surface has come into view at the edge of the horizon.

She could have stayed in the holy land to cultivate on her own this time.

But for some reason, she still wanted to come back and take a look.

While we're at it, let's bring Qingchen along to see the place where Senior Li used to live.

Zixia shook her head, stopped thinking about it, and activated her divine rainbow, heading towards the edge of the cold river.

The cold river remains unchanged.

The river flows gently, the willow branches sway lightly, and the blue stone remains in the same old spot, polished smoother by the passage of time.

The bluestone was empty; there was no one there.

Zixia landed beside the blue stone, her gaze sweeping over the surroundings.

Nothing has changed.

The old willow tree was thicker and its drooping branches almost touched the water.

The fenced courtyard in the distance remains the same, with vines climbing all over the walls.

Smoke rose from the courtyard and drifted away into the twilight.

Someone is home.

Zixia felt a sudden sense of certainty and led Li Qingchen toward the courtyard.

Pushing open the door, I saw Old Chen sitting in a wicker chair under the old locust tree in the courtyard, slowly sipping tea from a teacup.

His eyes lit up when he saw Zixia.

"Zixia is back!"

Old Chen stood up, his face beaming with smiles. "Come in, come in! Why didn't you tell me beforehand? Grandpa could have prepared!"

Zixia bowed slightly: "Grandpa, I've come back to see you."

Old Chen waved his hand chuckled, "What are you looking at? My old bones are still hale and hearty. But you, were you having a hard time cultivating in the holy land? Why have you lost weight again?"

Before Zixia could speak, Li Qingchen had already peeked out from behind her, curiously examining the old man in front of him.

"Hello, Grandpa!"

She called out in a clear, crisp voice, her emerald eyes full of laughter.

Old Chen was taken aback. He looked at Li Qingchen, then at Zixia, and his smile faltered.

"This girl is—"

"Grandpa, she's my newly accepted apprentice, her name is Li Qingchen!"

Zixia said.

"Huh, also surnamed Li?"

Old Chen nodded, about to say something, but his gaze involuntarily drifted towards the depths of the courtyard.

He sighed.

"Zixia, you've come at the right time! Little Li—"

"What's wrong with him?"

Zixia felt a slight tightness in her heart.

Old Chen shook his head, his tone tinged with emotion: "He's back."

Zixia was stunned.

came back?

"I came back a few days ago."

Old Chen sighed again as he spoke, "That man, he's been gone for years without a word. I thought he—"

He didn't continue, but Zixia was no longer listening.

She only heard those three words—"You're back."

Didn't they go to another planet?

How did you get back?

Countless questions flooded my mind in an instant, but they were all suppressed by an even stronger thought.

He is back.

"Grandpa, I'm going to see him!"

After Zixia finished speaking, she turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

Li Qingchen hurriedly followed, calling out, "Master, wait for me! I'm coming too! Dad's back? Dad actually came to Beidou too!?"

Old Chen watched the two figures disappear into the distance, shook his head, and sat back down in his wicker chair.

He had just picked up his teacup when he suddenly froze.

and many more.

What did that girl call Li Qingshan just now?

Dad?

Old Chen's eyes widened, and he almost dropped the teacup in his hand.

Does Xiao Li have a daughter?

Is he still that big?

Didn't he say that the girl he picked up was there specifically to cook?

"That brat—"

Old Chen muttered to himself, his expression incredibly interesting.

An old house by the river.

The fence, the wooden door ajar, and the few tiled houses appear exceptionally tranquil in the twilight.

Zixia stood at the door, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

In the courtyard, a woman in a light blue dress was standing in front of the stove, skillfully turning the food in the pot.

She was tall and slender, with an unparalleled beauty, and her black hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall.

She was enveloped in a faint, holy glow, yet her every move exuded an inexplicable allure.

Two completely different qualities blended perfectly in her, making her look both holy and charming.