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

Chapter 123 Accidentally Fished Out a God-King, Jiang Taixu!

The two continued on their way, having already traveled more than thirty miles.

The soil suddenly became soft, and your feet could sink completely into it when you stepped on it.

The soil was grayish-white, and stepping on it gave one a chilling, bone-piercing feeling, like the north wind blowing snow on one's body.

Ye Fan glanced down and felt a slight sinking feeling in his heart.

He stepped on a hard object, which made a cracking sound.

Looking down, I saw a piece of withered bone, long since decayed, turning to ash with the slightest step.

And that grayish-white soil wasn't soil at all—it was ashes!

The ground was covered with ashes, and there were countless incompletely decomposed bones, densely packed everywhere.

Ye Fan silently bypassed the skeletons and continued forward.

After walking several hundred meters, the ashes disappeared, replaced by intact skeletons.

These skeletons were even more densely packed, layer upon layer, piled up like mountains.

Amidst the pile of bones, the sound of iron chains rattling could be heard.

Ye Fan felt a chill run down his spine and silently moved forward, clinging to the mine wall.

The stone armor completely isolated his aura, preventing even a trace from leaking out.

A hundred feet ahead, on the rock wall, there was a dark, deep cave, and the sound of iron chains rattling was coming from inside.

Ye Fan stopped and carefully sensed it for a moment.

There was a faint aura of malevolence surging within the cave, but it did not spread out; it was simply sealed inside.

He did not approach rashly, but continued walking forward.

After walking for several miles, the scenery suddenly changed.

A rich spiritual energy wafts over you, giving you a sense of peace and tranquility.

A bright light appeared ahead, its soft glow contrasting sharply with the pile of bones they had just seen.

"The aura of the source!"

Duan De emerged from his stealth state, his eyes lighting up.

Ye Fan nodded and continued forward.

After traveling about ten miles, he finally arrived at the place with the most abundant spiritual energy.

But right there, he sensed a terrifying killing intent, and his mind began to pound.

There were two bottomless holes ahead.

A surge of spiritual energy filled the sky, with a continuous flow of primordial energy rising upwards.

Another aura of malevolence soared to the heavens, even more terrifying than the sharpest sword light, causing one's heart to tremble.

The two were very close together, and the surrounding area was deathly silent.

Ye Fan stopped and stared at the two black holes, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"Bearing yin and embracing yang, bearing yang and embracing yin —"

He muttered to himself, "This is a naturally formed Tai Chi diagram landform, recorded in the Book of Origin!"

Duan De leaned closer, peered at the swirling sword light, and gasped, "How are we supposed to get across? Those sword lights are terrifying; one touch and you're dead."

Ye Fan did not answer, but squatted down to carefully examine the surrounding skeletons.

There were more than twenty skeletons scattered around, some dating back thousands to tens of thousands of years. All of them had been pierced by sword energy, and not one of them was intact.

He picked up a dry bone and threw it at the Tai Chi diagram.

With a "whoosh," the source energy and evil energy circulated, forming countless sword beams, and the withered bone instantly turned to ashes.

Ye Fan nodded, stared at the two deep holes for a long time, then suddenly sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.

Duan De was taken aback: "Kid, what are you doing? Meditating at a time like this?"

Ye Fan ignored him, and the record in the Origin Book appeared in his mind—Heaven and earth give birth to all things, but also contain killing intent.

Origin energy and malevolent energy coexist, much like yin and yang complementing each other.

To cross this place, one must not resist forcefully, but rather adapt to the situation and seize opportunities.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and took out a source stone from his pocket.

The source stone was small, only the size of a fist, but it was crystal clear and contained a rich source energy.

Ye Fan held the source stone in his palm, and with his other hand he made a hand seal, and a faint golden light flowed from his fingertips, carving intricate patterns on the surface of the source stone.

Duan De stared wide-eyed: "This is... Source Technique?"

Ye Fan did not respond and continued carving.

Those patterns, like natural Dao marks, resonated with the Origin Qi inside the Origin Stone, gradually emitting a hazy glow.

About an incense stick later, Ye Fan stopped what he was doing, stood up, and held the source stone covered with patterns in his hand.

He took a deep breath and gently tossed the Originium into the Tai Chi diagram.

The source stone fell into the sky full of sword light, but instead of turning into ashes like the withered bones, it floated in mid-air and slowly rotated.

When those sword beams, powerful enough to tear everything apart, touched the source stone, they slid away gently, as if they had encountered something of the same origin.

Even more astonishingly, as the source stone rotated, the trajectory of the source energy and baleful energy gushing out from the two deep holes shifted slightly, creating a narrow passage amidst the sky full of sword light.

Duan De's mouth gaped open, his fat face trembling: "This—you did this?"

Ye Fan nodded: "The methods recorded in the Origin Heaven Book can regulate Qi. Although this Tai Chi diagram was created by heaven and earth, its essence is still the flow of Origin Qi and Killing Qi. As long as one's own Qi aligns with them, a path can be found!"

Duan De stared at him blankly for a long time before finally managing to stammer out, "I've seen many Source Masters, but I've never seen anyone play like this. Kid, who did you learn your Source Techniques from?"

Ye Fan didn't explain, but instead walked towards the passage. "Stay close to me, don't stray from the path!"

The two walked into the sky full of sword light, one after the other.

Ye Fan walked ahead, his hands constantly forming hand seals to adjust the position of the source stone.

As he manipulated it, the surrounding sword beams kept parting, and a few occasionally brushed past him, but they only lightly grazed the surface of the stone armor without being activated.

Duan De, covered by a black net, followed behind him.

Dark light flowed across the black net, making him appear invisible, yet he moved freely without hindrance.

The two walked as if in a forest of swords, with countless sword beams flowing around them, yet none of them attacked them.

Ye Fan walked very slowly, taking each step with great care.

The moment he stepped across the Tai Chi diagram, the scene before him suddenly changed.

Ahead, with steps made of green jade and gates made of white jade, appeared a magnificent building.

Inside Purple Mountain!

The palace was empty and deserted, all carved from ancient jade, without a single word left behind.

Walking through it, you can hear the echo of your own footsteps; it's spacious and desolate.

Not far away, Ye Fan suddenly saw a line of words on the purple stone wall.

The calligraphy was powerful and vigorous, containing a trace of the Dao, as if the aura of a deity was flowing within it, making one feel as if they were facing a living god-king.

"The God-King Jiang Taixu has mistakenly entered Demon Mountain and decides to investigate!"

Ye Fan was shocked.

The Eastern Wilderness God King actually visited this place!

Moreover, judging from the handwriting, he "stumbled in by mistake," meaning that he did not intend to explore back then, but accidentally wandered in.

"God King————"

Ye Fan murmured.

"Who is that person?"

Duan De emerged from behind, looking at the line of text with a somewhat bewildered expression.

"They must be from the ancient Jiang family, who are said to be from five thousand years ago. They disappeared afterward, and I never expected them to end up here."

Ye Fan offered an explanation and continued walking forward.

The terrain inside Zishan is complex, resembling both natural stone caves and ancient mines left over from the mining of the source vein.

The purple light flowed around, not dim, giving people a hazy feeling.

Ye Fan stumbled through several abandoned mines, his steps uneven, and continued forward.

The further he walked, the more his heart pounded.

Deep within the Purple Mountain, it seemed as if a terrifying, demonic force was calling to him, making it impossible for him to resist, and he couldn't help but walk in that direction.

"Stop right now!"

Duan De's voice suddenly rang in his ears, followed by a hand grabbing his arm tightly and dragging him back a few steps.

Ye Fan snapped out of his daze and realized that he had walked quite a distance. In front of him was a huge purple jade wall, crystal clear and shimmering with a faint purple glow.

"Are you possessed, kid?"

Duan De was panting heavily, his fat face jiggling. "I called you seven or eight times, but you didn't hear me at all. You were walking this way like you were sleepwalking. If I hadn't pulled you back, you would have almost bumped into something."

Ye Fan rubbed his temples; the feeling of being summoned was still there, but it had faded considerably.

He looked at the jade disc in front of him, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Where is this place?"

"Deep in the Purple Mountain, who knows what kind of place that is?"

Duan De looked around and lowered his voice, saying, "I've heard this place is incredibly eerie. Countless experts who entered here never came out. Let's be careful and not wander around."

Ye Fan nodded, and the two slowed their pace, carefully approaching the jade disc.

Upon closer inspection, the jade disc is even more astonishing.

It is deep purple in color, crystal clear, and has a smooth, mirror-like surface that can reflect a person's image.

But through that crystalline surface, one could vaguely see blurry outlines floating inside, as if something extraordinary was sealed away.

"Great stuff, absolutely great stuff!"

Duan De's eyes widened, and he rubbed his hands together as he leaned forward. "Such a big piece of purple jade, if we could get a piece off, we could exchange it for a source, tsk tsk—"

As he spoke, he subconsciously extended the fishing rod in his hand forward, wanting to see the material of the jade disc.

However, the transparent fishing line silently pierced through the jade disc, going straight in as if the jade disc were merely a layer of illusory light and shadow.

Duan De was taken aback.

The fishing line continued to probe deeper and deeper, until it got caught on something.

"Um?"

Duan De was taken aback, then pulled hard.

It didn't move.

He tugged at it again.

It still didn't budge.

"Strange, what's caught on that hook?"

Duan De muttered something and was about to reel in his fishing rod to take a closer look when suddenly, the taut fishing line trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a faint but resilient force came from the other end of the fishing line, as if something had actively grabbed the hook.

Duan De's expression changed.

"Who's there? Show yourself!"

Before he finished speaking, a faint light suddenly burst forth from the fishing rod.

The light was not dazzling, but gentle as water, yet it carried an indescribable, mysterious power, as if it could penetrate all illusions.

Delusions reach the very source.

The light spread along the fishing line and disappeared into the depths of the purple jade wall in the blink of an eye.

Duan De's expression changed, and before he could react, the fishing rod in his hand suddenly tightened. A gentle yet irresistible force came from the rod, pulling him forward a step.

"Ouch!"

He let out a strange cry, gripped the fishing rod tightly with both hands, and immediately retreated backward.

The fishing line was taut, causing the purple jade disc to tremble slightly.

The vibration was extremely light and gentle, like ripples on the surface of water, spreading from the point where the fishing line entered the jade disc.

Rings of purple light rippled out with the vibration, illuminating the surroundings with an uncertain glow.

Immediately afterwards, the surface of the jade disc suddenly shone brightly.

The purple light swirled faster and faster, eventually coalescing into a fist-sized vortex in the center of the jade disc.

The vortex spun slowly, getting deeper and deeper, as if connecting to another world.

The fishing rod in Duan De's hand glowed again, and the soft light flowed along the fishing line into the depths of the whirlpool, echoing the faint light inside.

The next moment, a withered hand was pulled out of the vortex, its five fingers loosely clenched, holding the transparent fishing line.

The hand was so thin it was practically skin and bones, yet the knuckles were clearly defined, and it was gripping the fishing hook tightly, as if it were holding onto the only chance of survival.

Immediately afterwards, the fishing rod glowed again, and the soft light flowed along the fishing line into the hand, merging with the faint light in the hand.

The fishing line trembled slightly.

The next instant, a figure was pulled out from inside.

That can hardly be considered a person anymore.

He was terribly thin, his bones were clearly visible, and he was not much better off than a skeleton.

His skin was sallow and clung tightly to his bones, like a dried corpse that had been dried for a thousand years.

Her long hair was longer than her body, trailing behind her emaciated frame; it had long lost its luster and looked like withered grass.

But though those eyes were sunken, they still shone with a faint light, like two ancient lamps about to go out, burning quietly in the darkness.

He looked down at the fishing line in his hand, then at the ordinary fishing rod in Duan De's hand, a strange light flashing in his sunken eyes.

"What is this thing?"

His voice was hoarse and dry, like the sound of two pieces of sand rubbing together, and every word was spoken with great difficulty.

Duan De stood there, stunned. He looked down at the fishing rod in his hand, then at the desiccated man who had come out of the cave. His fat face jiggled three times.

"Master Dao—Master Dao doesn't know what this is either; it was a gift from a senior—"

The man stared at the fishing rod for a long time, his sunken eyes gleaming.

"What a strange thing—I was clearly trapped here to die, but this fishing has brought me back to the light of day—"

He raised his head and looked at Ye Fan and Duan De. Although his eyes were dim, they seemed to see through everything.

Who are you?

Ye Fan took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and cupped his hands, saying, "Junior Ye Fan, this is my friend Duan De. May I ask who you are, senior?"

The man was silent for a moment before slowly speaking.

"God King—Jiang Taixu!"

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