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

Ye Chen closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his body, carefully sensing the newly opened world.

Three inches below the navel, the Sea of ​​Bitterness floats silently.

What is called the sea is actually no bigger than a sesame seed at this moment, like a black pearl inlaid on the wheel of life, deep and silent, surrounded by endless darkness and emptiness.

It's too small.

So small that it is almost negligible in this vast inner world.

But it is also so tenacious.

A deep, dark light seeped out from the edge of this tiny "seed," spreading slowly like ripples on water, creating a world of its own in the endless darkness.

Although the light was faint, it possessed an inexplicable resilience, and no matter how much the surrounding darkness squeezed and devoured it, it could not be completely extinguished.

Looking at the small sea of ​​bitterness, Ye Chen felt a strange sensation welling up inside him.

It's like standing in a boundless wilderness, holding a newly sprouted seed in your hand.

These seeds are so small that a gust of wind can blow them away.

But its roots have already sunk deep into the soil, and its buds have broken free of the seed coat, stubbornly growing towards the sunlight.

One day, this tiny seed will grow into a towering tree, creating its own sky.

"sea of ​​bitterness……"

Ye Chen muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth widening into a smile, "Even a sea of ​​suffering the size of a sesame seed can be considered a sea!"

He opened his eyes and moved his body.

The joints made a slight crackling sound, like a tightly wound spring finally loosening, and every inch of muscle and every tendon was filled with unprecedented power.

Ye Chen clenched his fist and could clearly feel a surge of divine power.

He didn't know exactly how much his strength had increased, but he had an incredibly clear intuition—he could now climb Mount Tai ten times in a row without feeling tired.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, recalling how breathless he was when he first climbed Mount Tai, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"What are you laughing at, my other self?"

Wanwan's voice came from the light screen, tinged with curiosity and teasing, "Are you too excited after your breakthrough? Is your brain not working properly?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen's smile widened even further.

"I'm reflecting on life, what do you know?"

He sat cross-legged on the stone platform, his hands resting on his knees, his gaze drifting leisurely to the exquisitely beautiful, almost otherworldly face reflected in the light screen. "As for you, what are you doing in the tavern so late at night instead of sleeping?"

"Let's drink!"

Wanwan confidently swirled the wine in her glass, the amber liquid shimmering gently in the dim light. "I'm about to break through to the next level, can't I celebrate?"

"You're a young woman, drinking alone in a bar late at night?"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong, young lady?"

Wanwan chuckled, tilted her head back, and downed the wine in her glass in one gulp. She wiped her mouth with her sleeve, her movements bold and unrestrained. "I'm now in the late stage of the Innate Realm! Everyone in this shabby tavern combined couldn't beat me with one hand!"

Nalan Yanran shook her head in the other frame of the screen, her tone tinged with helplessness: "Can't you two talk about something serious?"

"Okay, okay, let's get serious!"

Wanwan put down her wine glass, rested her chin on her hands, and stared intently at Ye Chen in the center of the screen with her clear, deep eyes. "My other self, the color of your Sea of ​​Bitterness is really wrong. An ordinary person's Sea of ​​Bitterness is chaotic, while the Ancient Sacred Body's is golden. What is this pitch-black thing you have?"

Ye Chen looked down at the area three inches below his navel and remained silent for a moment.

"Perhaps it's not because of any special physical condition."

He raised his head, his gaze calm. "It's because the cultivation method I practice is special!"

"Cultivation techniques?"

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

"I optimized the Heavenly Demon Technique you sent me with my extraordinary comprehension, and it became a cultivation technique suitable for the cultivation system of the Shrouding the Heavens world."

He paused, watching the smile on Wanwan's face gradually freeze, and slowly added, "Besides, I call it the Heavenly Demon Scripture. How about that, doesn't it sound like a familiar name!"

Wanwan's smile froze on her face.

Her eyes, clear as a cold pool, were wide open, her lips slightly parted, and she looked like a jade sculpture frozen in place, completely still.

"So, you mean I painstakingly wrote out this cultivation technique for you, and after you optimized it with your talent, you used it yourself and then came back to brag about it to me?"

Ye Chen thought for a moment and nodded sincerely: "If that's what you're saying, then you're not wrong."

"Ye Chen!"

Wanwan's voice rose an octave, her delicate face filled with anger, "Are you even human?"

Nalan Yanran laughed out loud, her voice clear and melodious like a silver bell, echoing through the mountains and forests for a while before gradually fading away.

"Serves you right! You laughed at him for being stupid, now you're getting your comeuppance!"

"Shut up!"

Wanwan glared at Nalan Yanran, then looked back at Ye Chen, gritting her teeth and saying each word clearly, "You just wait, my other self. Once I shatter the void, I'll be the first to settle accounts with you!"

Ye Chen remained completely calm; in fact, his smile widened even further.

"Fine, I'll wait for you. But let me warn you, by the time you break through the void, I reckon you'll already be in the Immortal Platform Secret Realm. Are you sure you want to come looking for me to settle scores?"

Wanwan: "..."

She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, repeating this three times before she could barely suppress the urge to bite through the screen.

"Fine, you win!"

She leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, and turned her head away from the screen. "I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm so angry."

Ye Chen chuckled, his tone softening slightly: "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. Seriously though, your naming skills are just as amazing as mine—'Heavenly Demon Saint Body,' pretty imposing!"

Wanwan turned her head, a trace of lingering anger still remaining in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth had already involuntarily turned up slightly.

"Of course, my naming skills are beyond question!"

Nalan Yanran shook her head, her tone tinged with helplessness: "You two, you're both so vain."

After chatting and laughing for a while, Ye Chen stopped smiling and said seriously, "That's enough of this chatter. I need to continue my cultivation. This place is rich in spiritual energy, and we can't waste it."

"Alright, alright, you do your cultivation, we'll talk about ours."

Wanwan waved her hand, her tone languid, "Anyway, we can't be of much help!"

Ye Chen nodded, preparing to end the group video call.

Suddenly, two exclamations came from outside the cave.

The sound was sharp and urgent, like a scream from someone in extreme fear, shattering the silence of the valley and echoing back and forth between the mountain walls.

"It's Han Meng!"

Su Rou suddenly stood up from the edge of the stone platform, her expression changing drastically. "And Zhao Yan, something happened to them!"

She turned to look at Ye Chen, her bright eyes filled with anxiety and pleading.

Ye Chen didn't speak, but simply nodded and got up to walk out of the cave.

His pace was neither hurried nor slow, but each step was steady and powerful, as if he were stepping on some unseen rhythm, carrying an indescribable composure.