Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

The car bumped along the rugged mountain road for three whole days.

On the evening of the third day, as the sun set, a magnificent fiery cloud appeared on the horizon, dyeing the entire sky orange-red, as if someone had overturned a palette of paint and splashed it wantonly across the heavens.

Han Meng pointed to a valley ahead, his voice tinged with a rare excitement: "We're here, this is it."

Ye Chen pushed open the car door, stepped onto the soft grass, and took a deep breath.

The crisp air filled my lungs, carrying the scent of earth, wild grass, and snow, like some ancient herb, bittersweet and refreshing.

But what caught his attention even more was the rich, almost tangible, spiritual energy in the air.

If the vital energy surrounding Kunlun Mountain is a trickle, then the vital energy here is a rushing river.

Thick, intense, and violent, it was as if it were trapped in this valley by some invisible force, unable to release its energy for thousands of years, and could only accumulate, compress, and purify itself in this small space.

Ye Chen closed his eyes, feeling the immense power surging in from all directions, seeping wildly into his limbs and bones through his skin and pores.

The infinite devouring system operates on its own, greedily absorbing every wisp of essence.

The gates to the sea of ​​suffering are trembling violently.

Only one last step remains.

He opened his eyes and his gaze swept across the valley.

Surrounded by mountains, the steep slopes are as if carved by a knife and axe, with exposed, reddish-brown rocks that, under the setting sun, appear as if soaked in blood, exuding an indescribable desolation and solemnity.

The valley floor was a relatively flat grassland, with wild grass that reached above ankle height. Stepping on it felt soft and spongy, like walking on a thick carpet.

In the middle of the meadow, there is a shallow stream with a babbling sound. The water is crystal clear, and you can see the smooth pebbles on the bottom and the occasional small fish swimming by.

The most striking feature is a natural cave located deep within the valley, on the mountainside.

The cave entrance is small, about two people wide and one person tall, and is an irregular oval shape. There are traces of water erosion on the edges, indicating that it has existed for countless millennia.

The cave was pitch black at its depths, with no bottom in sight, like the gaping maw of an ancient beast, deep and mysterious.

"This is it."

Han Meng walked to Ye Chen's side, put his hands on his hips, and lingered on the cave for a moment. "There's no way in any further. This is the limit of what we can get to."

"good."

Ye Chen nodded, his gaze fixed on the cave.

He could sense that the rich essence of heaven and earth was surging out from the depths of that cave.

It was as if something was sleeping in the deepest part of that darkness, constantly breathing out, inhaling and exhaling the purest power in this world.

"Brother Meng, I'll be staying here for a while."

Ye Chen withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Han Meng, "It might take a few days, or it might take more than ten days!"

Han Meng was taken aback for a moment, then frowned.

"Have you been here so long?"

He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the steep mountain walls before finally settling on the cave. "Brother Ye, this place looks quiet, but it's still deep in the Kunlun Mountains. What if we encounter some wild beasts..."

"That's why I contacted you."

Ye Chen interrupted him, his tone calm yet undeniable, "Brother Meng, you're a professional, I believe in you!"

Han Meng opened his mouth, but swallowed the words back.

The final payment hasn't arrived yet, I'm leaving now.

"Alright then..."

He finally nodded, but his brow remained furrowed. "However, I need to make this clear first: I can't guarantee this place is absolutely safe. Especially that cave..."

He pointed to the deep, dark cave entrance at the very bottom of the valley, his gaze becoming serious.

"I just went over to take a look, and there are fresh animal footprints at the entrance of the cave. They don't look like ordinary argali or wild donkeys, but rather like..."

He paused for a moment, as if considering his words.

"Like what?"

Su Rou had somehow walked up to Ye Chen's side, her bright eyes filled with curiosity.

"It looks like the footprint of some large feline, but much larger than a leopard's!"

Han Meng's voice was very low, and the atmosphere was very silent.

The valley fell silent for a moment.

The wind rustled through the grass, making a sound like some kind of whisper.

Su Rou subconsciously moved closer to Ye Chen, her arm touching his, the warmth of his body seeping through the thin fabric of her clothes.

"Brother Chen..."

She looked up at Ye Chen, a rare hint of nervousness in her eyes. "How about we go somewhere else?"

Ye Chen did not answer immediately.

His gaze passed over Han Meng's shoulder and landed on the deep, dark cave.

The cave was pitch black, with no bottom in sight, but he could feel the rich essence of heaven and earth gushing out from there, like some silent call whispering in his ear.

The door to cultivation is right in front of us, how can we shrink back and stand still?

Ye Chen took a deep breath and turned to look at the three people behind him.

Han Meng frowned, his gaze shifting back and forth between the cave and Ye Chen, his lips pressed into a thin line, as if he had something to say but didn't know how to start.

Zhao Yan remained expressionless, but his eyes, hidden behind his black-rimmed glasses, narrowed slightly, and a barely perceptible glint flashed deep within his pupils.

Su Rou leaned against him, her arm pressed against his, the warmth of her body seeping through the thin fabric of their clothes, and a rare hint of nervousness appeared in her bright eyes.

"You've been asking this the whole time,"

Ye Chen spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of everyone present, "Why did I come to a place like this?"

The three exchanged a glance but remained silent.

Ye Chen's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Then I will tell you!"

He took two steps forward, creating some distance between himself and the three of them, and turned to face them.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed him in a golden halo, making him stand there like a deity who had stepped out of an ancient mural.

"Actually, I am a cultivator!"

The valley fell silent for a moment.

The wind rustled through the grass.

Su Rou blinked. "Brother Chen, you're kidding, right?"

Han Meng didn't speak, but he and Zhao Yan exchanged a glance, their brows furrowing even more, their eyes filled with scrutiny.

Ye Chen did not answer.

He lifted his right foot and took a step forward.

This step was unremarkable, like a casual stride during a walk.

But the moment the ball of the foot landed, an invisible force spread out from the sole of the foot, the ground trembled slightly, and small pebbles bounced around the feet, making a crisp colliding sound.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Chen took the second step.

This step was slightly faster than the first, with steady and powerful strides, as if stepping on some unseen rhythm.

The air within a radius of several feet suddenly became viscous, as if an invisible hand had gripped the space, making even breathing difficult.

Su Rou subconsciously took a half step back, her hands unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes.

Han Meng's eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, and his dark face was filled with disbelief.

Zhao Yan finally lowered his hand, his eyes behind his glasses fixed on Ye Chen's feet, his pupils trembling slightly.

Ye Chen took his third step.

With this step, the world changed color.

The moment his feet touched the ground, a tremendous force exploded from beneath his feet, and golden light surged out from his body like a tide, enveloping him completely, as if someone had grasped a great sun in their palm and then gently pressed it into his body.

Surrounded by golden light, he looked like a celestial being or a god.

Ye Chen stood in the golden light, his clothes fluttering without wind, his hair flying, like a god descending from the heavens to the mortal world.

He raised his head slightly, his gaze passing over the three people and landing on the sky dyed red by the setting sun, a faint smile playing on his lips.