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

The cave was quiet for a moment.

Han Meng's eyes widened, his dark face filled with disbelief: "From human... to demon?"

He swallowed hard, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards the outside of the cave, landing on the silhouette of the snow-white giant tiger in the moonlight. His voice trembled slightly as he asked, "Could it be turning into that big tiger outside?"

Zhao Yan also narrowed his eyes, pushed up his newly replaced glasses, and his gaze behind the lenses flickered, as if he was seriously considering the feasibility of turning into a tiger.

Su Rou shook her head repeatedly, unconsciously hugging her arms.

A rare hint of panic flashed across her beautiful face: "I don't want to, I... I'm a stunning beauty, I don't want to become like that!"

Her voice changed tone, carrying an almost instinctive resistance.

Seeing the three people's reactions, Ye Chen couldn't help but chuckle.

He waved his hand, his tone somewhat nonchalant: "You're overthinking it. That's just the most exaggerated imagination. I've read the description in the cultivation manual. When the Spirit Transformation Scripture is cultivated to a certain level, one can transform into a Holy Spirit."

"The Holy Spirit is a spirit born of heaven and earth, and its essence has transcended the realm of demons!"

Ye Chen paused, his gaze sweeping over the three of them, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Besides, even if you're still in demon form for now, once you reach that level, transforming back into human form is just a matter of a thought!"

Han Meng and Zhao Yan exchanged a glance, and their eyes lit up again.

Su Rou was still hesitant, biting her lip, her bright eyes filled with conflict.

"But...but what about during the cultivation process?"

She pressed on, a hint of reluctance in her voice, "What if, while I'm practicing, I really do turn into... into a tiger, or some other strange thing?"

Ye Chen tilted his head, seemingly deep in thought about the question.

After a moment, he spread his hands and said sincerely, "Well, I can't say for sure."

"The essence of the Spirit Transformation Scripture is to draw upon the power of the earth's veins, using the earth as a furnace and oneself as the elixir. What kind of demon you can ultimately become depends on the attributes of the earth's vein power you absorb and your own foundation."

His gaze lingered on Su Rou's face for a moment before shifting away.

"Maybe it will turn into a tiger, maybe into a bull, or perhaps into... Hakimi, who knows?"

"Hakimi?"

The three of them spoke in unison, their faces full of confusion.

Ye Chen coughed and said, "That's right, kittens. I'll hold one in each hand and pluck them as hard as I can!"

The cave was quiet for a moment.

Su Rou's face flushed red.

Han Meng suddenly burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the cave with a hint of schadenfreude: "Hahaha, Xiao Rou, if you turned into a cat, the scene would be..."

"Shut up!"

Su Rou glared at him fiercely, then turned to look at Ye Chen, her eyes full of resentment. "Brother Chen, can't you just give me a straight answer?"

Ye Chen shrugged: "If I could give you a definite answer, I'd be God himself."

He stood up, brushed the dust off his robes, and said in a relaxed tone, "Alright, stop thinking about it. The path of cultivation is inherently defying the heavens, full of unknowns and uncertainties."

"Think it through before you decide, there's no rush!"

With a wave of his hand, Ye Chen sent Han Meng and the other two away again. He then turned around, walked back to the stone platform, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

He sank his consciousness into his body.

In the sea of ​​suffering, a black ocean the size of a sesame seed floats silently, with a deep, dark light seeping out from its edges, like the dimmest star in the night sky, faint yet tenacious.

Ye Chen took a deep breath, and the Heavenly Demon Scripture began to circulate on its own, causing the dark light in the Sea of ​​Bitterness to brighten even more.

The Bitter Sea Secret Realm is now complete. The next step is to cultivate the Wheel of Life below the navel, sublimate the physical body, and enhance power.

At the same time, one can inscribe divine patterns in the sea of ​​suffering and use these divine patterns to forge a "vessel".

"Hmm, what vessel should I choose?"

......

at the same time.

Dou Qi Continent, Yunlan Mountain.

The mountains here are majestic, piercing the clouds.

Clouds and mist swirl around the mountainside, as if draping this giant mountain in a light veil.

At the mountaintop, palaces and pavilions stand side by side, with upturned eaves and golden splendor, gleaming in the sunlight, like palaces in the heavens.

Yunlan Sect.

The most powerful force in the Gama Empire, without exception.

At the mountain gate, two rows of disciples stood on the left and right, dressed in white as snow, with long swords hanging at their waists. Each of them had an upright posture and an extraordinary demeanor.

Their gazes were solemn as they silently watched the end of the mountain path, as if they were waiting for the arrival of some important person.

At the end of the mountain path, a white figure slowly appeared.

Nalan Yanran wore a moon-white long dress, her black hair cascading down her back, and a brocade belt around her waist. She looked like a fairy who had descended from the clouds, untouched by the dust of the mortal world.

She walked slowly, but each step was graceful and elegant. Her moon-white skirt trailed gently on the bluestone steps, making a soft rustling sound.

Sunlight streamed down from behind her, bathing her silhouette in a golden halo, making her look unreal.

"The young sect leader is back!"

One of the disciples gasped in a low voice, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Look, it's the young sect leader!"

"Young Sect Master is so beautiful..."

Whispers rose and fell at the mountain gate, and pairs of eyes were fixed on the white figure, unable to look away.

Nalan Yanran's expression remained unchanged, still aloof and cold, her gaze calmly fixed ahead, as if the whispers and burning stares had nothing to do with her.

But inside, she was internally ranting and raving.

Here we go again. It's the same every time they come back. Can't these people be a little more capable?

It's just returning to the mountain gate, why are you making it sound like you're welcoming some important person?

And those male disciples, could you please tone down your gaze a little?

Even though I'm pretty, I get embarrassed when you all stare at me like that!

Okay, I'm not actually embarrassed, but it's really annoying.

Nalan Yanran remained expressionless, but quickened her pace slightly.

She passed through the mountain gate, walked along the long white stone path, and passed the martial arts training ground, the scripture pavilion, and the medicine hall. Along the way, disciples stopped to pay their respects, and she nodded in response to each one, her posture elegant and aloof.

Finally, she stopped in front of a magnificent palace.

The Sect Master Hall.

The residence of Yun Yun, the sect leader of the Yunlan Sect, is also the most central place of power within the entire Yunlan Sect.

Two female disciples stood on either side of the hall entrance. Upon seeing Nalan Yanran, they quickly bowed and greeted her, "Young Sect Master!"

Nalan Yanran nodded and stepped onto the stairs.

The palace doors slowly opened before her, and a faint, delicate fragrance wafted out, like some kind of precious spice, subtle yet elegant.

She stepped over the threshold and entered the hall.

The interior furnishings are simple yet elegant. In the center is a long table made of rosewood, on which sits a guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument). The instrument is jet black and shiny, and the strings are as smooth as silk, clearly indicating that it is a rare treasure.

Behind the long table, a figure sat upright on a futon.

It was a woman.

She looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a light blue long dress with a white silk sash around her waist. Her dark hair was casually tied up with a jade hairpin, and a few strands of hair fell beside her ears, adding a touch of languor.

Her features were exquisitely beautiful; her eyebrows resembled distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water, her nose was high and straight, her lips were rosy, and her skin was as white as cream. She exuded a unique charm of a mature woman.

Like a ripe peach in late autumn, tempting yet understated.

Yunyun.

The sect leader of Yunlan Sect, a Douhuang powerhouse, and one of the top experts in the Jia Ma Empire.