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

The stone chamber was dark, with only the ancient carvings on the walls gleaming faintly.

Ye Chen stood in the center of the stone chamber, his gaze falling on the palm-sized carving on the ground.

The moment his extraordinary comprehension was triggered, golden light exploded deep within his consciousness, and the scripture of the Word Composition Secret poured down like a waterfall, with each character being disassembled, reassembled, and imprinted in an instant.

It took no more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Ye Chen blinked, and somewhat dazedly raised his hand, his fingertips tracing a line in the air.

A delicate line appeared out of thin air, then vanished without a trace.

"I grasped one of the nine secrets in an instant; my talent is indeed extraordinary!"

He smiled slightly, sat cross-legged on the stone couch, and closed his eyes.

The secret to forming characters was an unexpected delight, but what truly moved him was the sword intent he felt from the depths of the stone wall while trying to comprehend it.

Lingbao Jing (灵宝经).

This imperial scripture left behind by the Celestial Venerable Lingbao uses formations as its core and killing as its means of proving the Dao. It subtly complements the Heavenly Demon Scripture, which uses emotion to enter the Dao and demonic heart to control the Immortal Platform.

If the demon and the killer can be combined into one, their power will be far more than just the sum of its parts.

"Instead of practicing separately, why not fuse the two imperial scriptures into one!"

Once the thought arises, it can no longer be suppressed.

Ye Chen took a deep breath, his consciousness sinking into the sea of ​​suffering, preparing to go into seclusion.

Cultivation knows no days or months.

The light outside the cave brightened and dimmed, dimmed and brightened again, countless times.

He was immersed in that black ocean, forgetting the passage of time.

The two imperial scriptures each have their own path; forcibly merging them is like forcing two giant dragons to live in the same cave.

Black demonic energy and golden sword energy clashed wildly in the Sea of ​​Bitterness, creating towering waves.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth and, using the array patterns in the Word Formation Secret as a framework, wove together the essence of the two techniques bit by bit—demons as the bones, killing as the blade, and arrays as the framework.

After an unknown amount of time, the sea of ​​suffering finally calmed down.

A brand-new scripture floated silently, its black magic patterns intertwined with golden sword marks, forming an unprecedented Daoist charm.

Ye Chen opened his eyes. The light outside the cave was just right, with sunlight shining obliquely into the cave entrance and falling on his robes.

"They'll probably be sitting here for quite a while!"

"It's time to go out."

He dusted off his robes and stepped out of the stone chamber.

The sunlight outside the cave was a bit too bright. He squinted and adjusted his eyes for a moment before he could see the scene before him clearly.

......

Outside the cave, the world had changed beyond recognition.

In mid-air, countless rays of light and auspicious clouds filled the sky, and beams of golden light descended from the clouds, illuminating the entire Lingbao Secret Land.

Faint celestial music drifted through the void, the sound ethereal and otherworldly, as if falling from the heavens or growing from the depths of the earth, each note containing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.

The ancient pine tree moved without wind, its branches and leaves rustling, as if it were swaying gently to the rhythm of the celestial music.

The mountain spring flows backward, and the water droplets freeze in mid-air, transforming into crystal lotus flowers that slowly rotate.

The elders sat cross-legged on the ground, eyes closed, their faces filled with fascination.

Some stroked their beards and smiled, some clasped their hands together, and some wept tears of joy, their entire bodies immersed in that Taoist aura, completely captivated.

Master Qingxu sat at the front, his whisk resting on his lap, his white hair fluttering in the wind, and tears glistening in his cloudy old eyes. He muttered to himself, seemingly muttering something unintelligible.

The old woman's hand, which had been holding a cane, completely loosened, and the cane fell to the side. Her hunched body leaned slightly forward, and she seemed frozen in place, her face full of piety.

The white-haired old Taoist priest tilted his head back, opened his mouth, and stared unblinkingly at the sky, looking just like a fish that had been pulled ashore.

Those younger disciples were even worse.

Some knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, some hugged their heads and wept, and others danced and shouted things like "The ancestral master has appeared" and "Disciple has attained enlightenment."

Ye Chen stood at the cave entrance, watching this scene, his lips twitching slightly.

He was cultivating in his cave, occasionally carving a few lines of words on the stone wall. How did he cause such a commotion?

As I was thinking this, I took a step forward.

The moment the feet touched the ground, the rosy light in the sky vanished abruptly, the celestial music stopped abruptly, the flowing spring water splashed back into the stream, and the water lilies that had condensed in mid-air turned into a mist that drifted away with the wind.

The ancient pine stopped swaying, the mountain wind howled again, and everything returned to normal.

It was as if the strange phenomenon had never existed.

The elders at the foot of the mountain opened their eyes at the same time.

Master Qingxu stood at the foot of the mountain, his Taoist robe neat and his beard and hair perfectly styled, holding a whisk in his hand.

Behind the old Taoist priest stood several elders: an old woman, a white-haired old Taoist, and several other senior uncles and senior sisters whose names Ye Chen couldn't recall.

Further on, Jiang Ming, Zhou Yuan, Liu Qing, Meng Chuan, and dozens of young disciples that Ye Chen had never seen before stood in two neat rows, their eyes all fixed on him.

The atmosphere was excessively solemn.

Ye Chen paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those people.

The mind, with its seven orifices of exquisite beauty, slowly turned.

Master Qingxu's voice was ancient and profound, tinged with barely suppressed excitement:

[The strange phenomena on the platform, the responses from the depths of the secret realm... This child is indeed the one chosen by the Patriarch!]

The old woman's voice trembled slightly:

The Lingbao Sect has existed for over a thousand years and has never had a Daoist disciple. Today… it seems we must break that rule!

The white-haired old Taoist priest's heartfelt words were full of fervor:

[Our Master is indeed a man of great fortune, managing to bring this child back on a single trip. If he can become a Dao Child, how can our Lingbao Sect not regain its former glory?]

The sentiments of the younger disciples were varied and diverse.

Jiang Ming's inner thoughts were calm yet complex:

How could a disciple at the Bitter Sea Realm possibly trigger such a massive phenomenon through her cultivation?

Zhou Yuan's heartfelt words carried a hint of resentment:

Why should he get the credit? He's only been here one day!

Liu Qing's inner thoughts were calm, tinged with a hint of curiosity:

[Since we've already called him "Senior Brother," it doesn't really matter how much more they address us.]

Ye Chen listened to these heartfelt words, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Goodness, this is going to be something big!

"My disciple."

Master Qingxu spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

"Do you know that in the more than a thousand years since the founding of my Lingbao Sect, I have never established a Daoist disciple?"

Ye Chen shook his head.

Master Qingxu stroked his beard, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy old eyes: "Daozi is the future successor of our Lingbao Sect, second only to the Sect Leader and the elders, and above all the disciples."

He paused, his gaze falling on Ye Chen's face.

"For thousands of years, countless disciples of extraordinary talent have failed to attain this position. Not because they were unworthy, but because... the founder did not approve of them!"

The old Taoist priest's voice became more wistful as he spoke.

"But you are different. On the platform, you awakened the ancestral master's Daoist spirit, recited the flawless scriptures, and received the ancestral master's response in the secret place... All of this was the ancestral master's guidance in the dark."

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Ye Chen, from this day forward, you are the first Dao Child since the founding of my Lingbao Sect!"

A profound silence fell at the foot of the mountain gate.

Then, the dozen or so young disciples knelt down in unison.

"Greetings, Senior Brother!"

The sounds were uniform and echoed through the valley, making the branches and leaves of the ancient pines rustle.

Ye Chen stood at the foot of the mountain, looking at the disciples kneeling in front of him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Get up.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an indescribable calmness.

"We'll all be family from now on, no need for such formalities!"