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

Chapter 124 Battle Saint Technique, the strongest in combat five thousand years ago!

"Is the God-King Jiang Taixu the same God-King of the Eastern Wilderness from five thousand years ago?"

Duan De's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and the fishing rod in his hand trembled.

He stared at the person in front of him, who was not much stronger than a dried-up corpse, his fat face trembling violently, clearly terrified.

Ye Fan was equally shocked, but he quickly composed himself and solemnly bowed, saying, "Junior Ye Fan greets Senior."

Jiang Taixu didn't speak, but his sunken eyes swept over the two of them, finally landing on the purple jade wall.

"Back off!"

His voice was still hoarse, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Ye Fan was taken aback, and then his expression changed drastically.

That purple jade disc is undergoing a change at this moment.

The purple light on the once smooth, mirror-like surface of the jade disc began to flow more and more rapidly and intensely, and the blurry outlines sealed deep within began to undulate violently, as if something was awakening from its slumber.

A terrifying pressure surged forth from the jade disc like a tidal wave.

The pressure was so intense that Ye Fan's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to his knees.

Duan De was in even worse shape, collapsing to the ground with his face contorted in pain.

"The master who severs the path—or at least the master who severs the path!"

His voice even changed tone.

Jiang Taixu stood in front of the two, his thin and bony figure remaining completely still under the oppressive force.

He simply stared quietly at the jade disc, his sunken eyes gleaming.

"Get out of here, now!"

His voice remained calm, as if he were talking about something trivial.

Ye Fan gritted his teeth and said, "Senior, we can go together!"

"We can't leave."

Jiang Taixu shook his head. "I've been trapped here for five thousand years, and I'm long since exhausted. I'm just barely clinging to life. That thing is about to emerge. If you stay here, you'll only face death!"

Ye Fan was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Senior, I have some precious medicines that might help you recover some of your health—"

"it's useless."

Jiang Taixu interrupted him, his voice tinged with weariness, "My injuries cannot be healed by ordinary pills unless there is an elixir of immortality, otherwise—"

He didn't finish speaking, but his meaning was already clear.

Duan De struggled to his feet and pulled a jade bottle from his robes: "I have a five-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and several three-thousand-year-old ginsengs here, all of top quality. Would you like to try them, senior?"

Jiang Taixu shook his head.

As Ye Fan gazed at the increasingly luminous jade disc and felt the ever-growing, terrifying pressure emanating from it, his mind raced with thoughts.

He didn't have the elixir of immortality, but in the Sea of ​​Bitterness, there was something—

He took a deep breath, his mind sinking into a sea of ​​bitterness.

In the golden ocean, waves surged and lightning flashed.

In the center of the Bitter Sea, a palm-sized piece of green copper, the Demon Emperor's heart, golden pages of the Daoist scripture, and the Cauldron of the Mother Qi of All Things float and sink.

In addition, a very thin layer of airflow was slowly circulating around the entire Bitter Sea.

The airflow was extremely faint, so faint that it was almost imperceptible, yet it was omnipresent.

It carries a faint fragrance of grass and trees and a star-like coolness, surrounding the green bronze and nourishing the entire sea of ​​bitterness.

Ye Fan could only vaguely trace the source of this airflow back to the candy that Uncle Li had fed him in the past.

This thing has existed since the first day of his cultivation, as if it were a part of his body, silently protecting and nourishing him.

He closed his eyes and tried his best to communicate with the depths of the sea of ​​suffering.

That wisp of mysterious energy, which had been dormant in the deepest part of the sea of ​​suffering, was now forcibly drawn by him and began to slowly rise.

Ye Fan's body trembled slightly, and the veins on his forehead bulged, as if he were dragging a heavy object.

This thing has long been integrated with his origin; forcibly separating it now is tantamount to tearing himself apart.

Sweat streamed down his face, and his complexion turned pale at a visible speed.

Duan De watched in horror, wanting to say something but daring not to speak.

Finally, Ye Fan opened his eyes, his right hand trembling as he raised it.

A wisp of air slowly drifted from his palm, carrying a faint fragrance, and floated towards Jiang Taixu.

The airflow was so thin it was almost transparent, yet it contained an indescribable vitality.

The moment the airflow dissipated, Ye Fan felt as if all his strength had been drained away, and he swayed, almost falling over.

Jiang Taixu had already turned around, preparing to face the thing that was about to break free of its seal alone.

But the moment that wisp of aura drifted in front of him, his body jolted violently.

"This is----"

He turned around abruptly, his sunken eyes flashing with disbelief.

Although the aura was so faint as to be almost imperceptible, the pure vitality it contained stirred an instinctive longing within his body, which had been sitting idly for five thousand years.

"The aura of the elixir of immortality—hmm, it's not just refined from the essence of the elixir of immortality; it also incorporates various substances of creation!"

Jiang Taixu stared at Ye Fan, his sunken eyes flashing intensely. "Boy, where did you get this thing from?"

"It might be something I ate when I was a child that's left over; it's settled in my body and formed a foundation."

Ye Fan carefully considered his words before speaking, "Later, during my cultivation, these things transformed into this layer of energy within the Sea of ​​Bitterness!"

Upon hearing this, a strange light flashed in Jiang Taixu's eyes.

With his keen eyesight, he could naturally see just how high the essence of this airflow was.

The fact that a child with no cultivation could consume it and have it solidify into such a primordial treasure within his body is no ordinary rare and precious material.

"Your elder is certainly generous!"

He said it softly, without asking any further questions.

Everyone has their own secrets, let alone such a fortunate event.

Besides, now is not the time to think about these things.

The purple jade disc trembled more and more violently, and what was sealed inside might break free at any moment.

Jiang Taixu did not hesitate and opened his mouth to inhale.

That wisp of air entered his mouth.

boom!!!

A warm force instantly surged through his entire body.

The power was not immense, and could even be described as very weak, but the vitality it contained was extremely pure.

It was like a seed that fell into his life essence, which had been parched for five thousand years, and then—it sprouted.

Jiang Taixu's emaciated body was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Beneath the sallow skin, a faint sheen began to appear.

The shriveled flesh swelled up slightly.

Those sunken eyes shone brighter and brighter.

He raised his head and roared to the sky.

The howl was desolate and domineering, echoing endlessly in the empty palace, causing Ye Fan and Duan De to retreat repeatedly.

Five thousand years.

Five thousand years.

He finally felt the taste of life again.

Although it was only a wisp, far from enough to restore him to his peak, this wisp of life was enough to ignite the last flame of his life.

boom!!!

The purple jade disc finally exploded.

Purple light surged forth like a tidal wave, illuminating the entire palace as bright as day.

A figure slowly emerged from the purple light.

It was a tall man, surrounded by a thick purple mist that obscured his face.

But those eyes were like two purple magic lamps, casting a cold light through the mist that sent chills down one's spine.

He wore an ancient battle suit, covered in cracks, each crack seemingly telling a blood-stained story.

The suit is made of a very special material, a deep purple color that shimmers with a metallic sheen in the light.

His step caused the entire palace to tremble.

That terrifying pressure was more than ten times stronger than before.

The king who cuts through the Dao.

Moreover, he wasn't a newcomer to the Dao-Slaying Realm; he was a terrifying being who had been immersed in this realm for countless years.

His gaze fell on Jiang Taixu, then swept over Ye Fan and Duan De, and finally landed on the fishing rod, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Jiang Taixu stood in front of the two, his thin figure exuding an aura as majestic as a mountain.

"You all step back!"

His voice was still hoarse, but it had gained some strength from before.

Ye Fan and Duan De exchanged a glance and then stepped back simultaneously.

They knew they couldn't get involved in a battle of this magnitude; staying would only be a burden.

The purple figure didn't speak, but simply raised its hand.

He struck out with his palm.

This palm strike was devoid of any fancy moves; it was simply the most straightforward and direct blow.

But the moment that palm strike was unleashed, the entire void trembled.

The purple power of the law surged forth like a tide, transforming into a colossal hand that blotted out the sky. Wherever it passed, space shattered inch by inch, and chaotic energy surged forth.

Jiang Taixu raised his hand and struck out with a palm as well.

At this moment, he exuded an aura of self-confidence and dominance, a fighting spirit that sent shivers down people's spines. He was practically the embodiment of a fighting saint.

The moment the two giant hands collided, a deafening roar erupted.

The violent shockwave spread outwards, the palace trembled violently, countless cracks appeared on the ancient jade walls, and large pieces of jade dust fell down.

Ye Fan was thrown backward by the shock, crashing into the wall behind him and coughing up blood.

Duan De fared even worse; he was pressed against the wall, his face contorted from the shock, unable to even scream.

The purple figure was blasted away, and purple blood splattered, indicating that it was injured.

However, Jiang Taixu also took three steps back.

Each step he took left a deep footprint in the ground, and the ground around the footprint cracked with countless fine lines.

He was too weak.

Even if that glimmer of life ignited the very essence of life, five thousand years of sitting in a stagnant state had already drained him dry.

The purple figure didn't pause at all; its second palm strike came down.

This palm strike was even more ferocious, the purple power of law transforming into countless sharp blades, each capable of tearing through the void, sweeping towards Jiang Taixu with overwhelming force.

Jiang Taixu took a deep breath and formed a hand seal.

In an instant, his entire demeanor changed drastically.

The feeling of weakness disappeared, replaced by an indescribable and profound Daoist charm.

He raised his hand, spread his fingers, and gently pressed forward.

All the sharp blades that were slashing towards him were frozen in mid-air by his press.

Immediately afterwards, he clenched his fingers, and the sharp blades simultaneously changed direction, shooting towards the purple figure.

Battle Saint Technique!

This is the supreme attack method evolved from the "Dou" secret technique, and it is also the foundation of Jiang Taixu's dominance over the world.

Five thousand years ago, he relied on this supreme secret technique to defeat all his contemporaries in the Eastern Wilderness, who dared not claim supremacy.

Even if he is extremely weak, as long as he has a breath left, this secret technique will not disappoint him.

The purple figure was clearly caught off guard by this move and was forced to retreat several steps.

Several sharp blades pierced his defenses, leaving shallow bloodstains on his body.

Purple blood seeped out, each drop as heavy as a mountain, falling onto the jade ground and creating deep pits.

But he quickly regained his composure, formed hand seals, and unleashed a torrent of purple power of law.

The power of those laws condensed in mid-air, transforming into a massive cage.

The cage has nine layers, each woven from dense chains of laws, with countless ancient runes flowing across them, radiating supreme majesty that suppresses everything.

The cage descended upon Jiang Taixu.

Jiang Taixu snorted coldly, his hands forming seals one after another, and the Battle Saint Technique manifested various offensive methods, colliding head-on with the cage.

Rumble!

The nine-layered cage trembled violently, and the chains of law on each layer shattered, turning into a sky full of purple light and dissipating.

But the foundation of that cage was too deep; as soon as one layer crumbled, new chains would emerge from the void, layer upon layer, endlessly.

The purple figure stood behind the cage, its cold gaze piercing through layers of laws and landing on Jiang Taixu.

"Even a cornered beast will fight!"

He spoke, his voice hoarse and grating, like the sound of two rusted iron plates rubbing together, "You've been trapped here for five thousand years, your essence has long since dried up. Even if you temporarily replenish a trace of your essence, what good will it do?"

"Today is your death day!"