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

She is Ye Chen.

The group owner is also Ye Chen.

Who is she?

An utterly absurd thought surfaced from the depths of Wanwan's mind.

Could it be that the other party invited me to join the group because I am also named Ye Chen?

"After all, he's the Heavenly Emperor's brother; his true art style should be superior to mine!"

Wanwan's expression became extremely interesting.

Shock, confusion, realization, and a mix of amusement and exasperation flashed across her delicate face, finally settling into a soft murmur: "This is fate! I must join the group!"

[“Wanwan the Witch” has joined the group chat!]

[Current group chat members: 2.]

......

A world that covers the sky, at the foot of Mount Tai.

Ye Chen glanced at the group join notification that popped up on the chat group interface and subconsciously swallowed.

The witch Wanwan has really come in.

"Hmm, the chat group should be giving out rewards now!"

An ancient, golden character slowly coalesced in the center of the light screen.

[Congratulations on acquiring the Golden Talent: Unparalleled Comprehension!]

When Cangjie invented writing, millet rained down from the sky, and ghosts cried at night.

A prodigy has emerged, his wisdom shining like a torch, illuminating the entire world.

All the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and the origins of all things, can be understood upon observation and comprehended upon touch.

A single falling leaf heralds the arrival of autumn; a single blooming flower reveals the myriad realms of existence.

Such insight surpasses even that of Fu Xi who drew the trigrams and King Wen who developed the Book of Changes!

Ye Chen stared blankly at the description, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Is it really that amazing?"

He muttered to himself, his tone tinged with doubt.

Comprehension is something that cannot be seen or touched; how can one defy the heavens simply by saying so?

However, before he could finish speaking...

A deafening roar shook the earth violently!

The sky above Mount Tai suddenly darkened, as if someone had covered the entire firmament with a huge black cloth.

The eternal sky seemed to freeze at this moment, even the howling mountain wind stopped abruptly, leaving only a suffocating sense of oppression pouring down from the heavens.

Ye Chen suddenly looked up.

Deep within the clouds, nine enormous black shadows slowly emerged.

Nine dragons pulling a coffin!

Ye Chen's pupils contracted sharply, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He had read the original novel and knew that the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin would appear on Mount Tai and lead Ye Fan and the others to the Big Dipper Star Region.

Knowing something is one thing, but witnessing it firsthand is quite another.

The aura emanating from the nine black dragons was ancient, desolate, and domineering, as if they were gods who had emerged from the primordial wilderness. Every scale was etched with the marks of time, and every breath exhaled an ancient solitude.

They drifted slowly through the clouds, swooping down towards the summit of Mount Tai.

Before Ye Chen could even react, his mind was suddenly filled with clarity.

His eyes widened, and a golden light flashed deep within his pupils.

His comprehension is extraordinary.

Passively triggered.

Every movement of the nine black dragons, the trembling of every scale, the amplitude of the chain swaying, the angle at which the coffin tilted, and even the trajectory of the airflow being torn apart.

Everything became incredibly clear in his eyes, as if an invisible hand was sorting out the originally chaotic information into clear lines, slowly piecing together, deducing, and reorganizing it in his mind.

Ye Chen felt as if he were standing on the bank of a rushing river, with the water surging and turbulent.

But he was looking down at the entire river's course with a detached gaze, taking in every bend and every hidden reef from its source to its mouth.

He saw a certain pattern in the trajectory of the nine black dragons swooping down.

The pattern was not random, but followed an ancient, almost lost rhythm of footwork.

Left three, right seven, Zhen position generates each other.

Qian (☰) is six, Kun (☷) is two, Xun (☴) is four, and Dui (☱) is nine.

Each step taken subtly aligns with the flow of energy between heaven and earth, as if sketching an invisible array on the earth, or as if tracing a faint path through the void.

"This is……"

Ye Chen muttered to himself, his voice carrying a tremor he himself was unaware of.

The way the nine black dragons dragged the coffin as they swooped down looked more like an ancient combat technique.

Using his body as a coffin and his will as an outer coffin, he took nine steps, and the world changed color.

In his mind, countless golden characters cascaded down like a waterfall, automatically arranging and combining to condense into a complete scripture.

【Nine Steps to Heaven】

This technique uses the body as a seal and steps as a symbol. With nine steps, one can invoke the power of heaven and earth and use the power of mountains and rivers for one's own benefit.

One step, a tremor; two steps, a kill; three steps, the earth shatters; four steps, mountains crumble; five steps, rivers crumble; six steps, peaks break; seven steps, the heavens shake; eight steps, the earth trembles; nine steps—all laws are empty!

After Ye Chen finished reading the last word, he felt a cool current of energy flow from between his eyebrows, spreading along his meridians to his limbs and bones.

The essence of the Nine Steps to Heaven was deeply imprinted in his soul, as if he had practiced it for thousands of years.

He slowly raised his right foot.

boom!

With just a simple step, the ground beneath his feet cracked open, sending debris flying everywhere.

Ye Chen was so frightened that he quickly pulled his foot back.

"That's amazing..."

He looked down at his right foot, then looked up at the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin in the sky, which was gradually disappearing into the distance, and his lips twitched twice.

"What a pity."

Ye Chen suddenly sighed, his tone carrying a hint of regret that was hard to explain. "The Nine Steps to Heaven is ultimately a combination of movement techniques and aura, using footwork to mobilize the power of heaven and earth to pressure the opponent."

"Although I can use it directly without cultivation, what I really want now is a real cultivation technique."

He clenched his fist.

No matter how powerful the Nine Steps to Heaven are, they are still a movement technique, an auxiliary skill.

When encountering an enemy, you can't just walk them to their death, can you?

Although the scriptures say that after taking nine steps, all phenomena are empty, which sounds impressive, that is only on the premise that all nine steps have been taken.

One step, a shockwave; two steps, a kill...

The power of each step is cumulative.

But what if the other party doesn't give him the chance to complete all nine steps?

Ye Chen shook his head, temporarily suppressing these distracting thoughts in his mind.

"Oh, right, let's check out the group members first~~"

With a thought, the pale blue light screen unfolded in his field of vision once more.

A new message has appeared on the chat group interface.

[Wanwan the Witch: ?]

He carefully considered his words and typed a line in the chat box.

[Group Owner Ye Chen (My Brother is the Heavenly Emperor): Welcome, welcome! Um... Wanwan? Are you the Wanwan from The Legend of the Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty?]

The message was sent and received a reply almost instantly.

[Wanwan the Witch: Guess.]

Ye Chen: "..."

Why does this "guess" sound so irritating?

[Group Owner Ye Chen (My Brother is the Heavenly Emperor): I guessed so, and I also know you're a transmigrator!]

The chat group interface seemed to fall silent for a moment the instant the message was sent.

The other side remained silent.

Ye Chen stared at the screen and could clearly see the "typing" message flashing several times, then disappearing, then flashing again, then disappearing again.

It was a back-and-forth struggle, like waging a difficult psychological battle.

Finally, a line of text slowly appeared.