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

"I'm entrusting my entire other self to you!"

Zi Ling's consciousness whispered in her mind, but she was quickly drawn to the scene before her.

My other self controlled her hand and raised it.

Spread your fingers, palm down, and slowly press down.

Above the battlefield, an invisible force suddenly descended, as if a giant, transparent hand had pressed down from the heavens, enveloping the entire battlefield.

The flying sword stopped three feet above the ground, the magical artifact hovered in mid-air, and even the shattered reef fragments were frozen in mid-air, as if time had been paused.

All the cultivators who were engaged in fierce combat froze.

It wasn't out of fear, but because they couldn't move.

It was as if an invisible hand was gripping them in its palm, making it difficult to even breathe.

The Nascent Soul stage monster possessing Wu Chou finally turned its head.

Purple Spirit!

......

Han Li mingled at the edge of the crowd, dressed in a simple blue robe, with an ordinary and unremarkable face.

He was observing the escape routes from the very beginning.

The sea to the southeast is the most open, with few reefs and undercurrents, making it suitable for flying with flying equipment.

Although the terrain to the northwest is complex and easy to hide in, there are several old guys at the Core Formation stage lying in wait there. Going there rashly will only result in being entangled and difficult to escape.

Moreover, the atmosphere seemed to have become somewhat strange at this moment.

Han Li's gaze fell on the purple figure in the distance, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

I just saw her directing operations from the rear of the battlefield. Although her cultivation level is not high, she is decisive in her actions and sharp in her words, showing some of the demeanor of a sect leader.

Then, she froze.

As if frozen in place by something, he stood motionless for about two breaths.

Han Li instinctively felt that something was wrong.

And at this moment, Zi Ling moved.

She actually raised both hands, spread her palms out, looked down at her palms, turned them over and over again, as if examining something new and interesting.

Han Li narrowed his eyes.

Then, Zi Ling's hand began to move downwards.

Slide from the chest to the waist, and from the waist to the thighs.

Is she touching herself?

Han Li's face froze.

Not only him, but all the cultivators on the battlefield who were still able to move couldn't help but look at that purple figure.

They touched it quite carefully.

He rubbed his chest and pinched his legs, his movements clumsy, as if he were checking if the clothes fit him for the first time.

Han Li's mind couldn't process it for a moment.

Is this leader of the Miaoyin Sect possessed by an evil spirit, or is he practicing some kind of wicked technique?

He instinctively took half a step back and shrank behind a rock.

Whatever it is, this place is no longer safe to stay.

......

at the same time.

Within Zi Ling's body, two consciousnesses are coexisting.

No, to be precise, Ye Chen's consciousness took control, while Zi Ling's consciousness retreated to the sidelines.

Ye Chen looked down at his hands.

Fair-skinned, slender, with long, delicate fingers and rounded nails, like five works of art carved from white jade.

He clenched his fist, feeling the flexibility and strength of his body.

Qi Refining stage cultivators are really weak!

Then his hand began to move down.

Chest, waist, thighs.

So this is what it feels like to become a woman.

Ye Chen silently gave his evaluation in his mind.

It's not quite what I imagined.

The imagined softness and warmth were not so obvious. Instead, the skeletal structure and muscle distribution of this body were significantly different from those of a man. The center of gravity was lower, the joints were more flexible, the explosive power was slightly less but the flexibility was excellent.

It felt like driving a sophisticated but unfamiliar machine.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the battlefield.

In my field of vision, three floating screens are quietly displayed in front of me, like multi-functional display panels in a cockpit.

On the screen to the left, Wanwan is sitting cross-legged on a throne in a grand hall.

Dressed in snow-white robes, with flowing black hair, she stood amidst the resplendent gold and jade of the palace. Several meek and obedient maids stood on either side of her. Clearly, she was no longer the destitute witch who had secluded herself in the mountain cave.

She tilted her head, rested her elbows on the armrests of the throne, and propped her chin on her palms, her clear, cold eyes filled with disdain.

"What are you doing, my other self?"

The voice came from the screen, carrying a hint of gritted teeth.

On the central screen, Nalan Yanran sat cross-legged on a cultivation platform atop a mountain, her moon-white dress spread out on the bluestone ground, with surging clouds and the rising sun behind her.

She formed a mudra with her hands and closed her eyes, her posture quite solemn.

But what she said when she opened her mouth was anything but serious.

"Disgusting!"

Two words, concise and to the point, yet resounding.

On the screen on the right, Lin Daiyu is squatting by the flower bed, holding a small silver hoe in her hand. In front of her is a newly dug pit, with several uprooted plants piled up beside it.

She raised her head, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly, a hint of helplessness in her expression.

"What are you doing, brother? Aren't you afraid people will see and gossip?"

Ye Chen looked at the three faces and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He raised his hand and waved at the three screens.

"You don't understand, this is called upgrading self-awareness. Only by understanding every inch of your skin can you better control your body!"

Zi Ling's consciousness exploded in her mind.

"It's one thing for you to touch your own, but why are you touching mine!"

Her voice was tinged with exasperation.

Ye Chen remained unfazed, his tone frank: "You are me, and I am you. Can't I touch myself?"

"Of course not!"

Zi Ling's voice rose a few decibels, "I still have to be seen in public. All those cultivators saw what you just did, they'll think I have some kind of weird fetish. How am I supposed to lead the Miaoyin Sect after this?"

Ye Chen thought for a moment and nodded: "You're right, it's indeed not very appropriate."

Zi Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

"Next time I should find a secluded spot to touch it!"

"roll!"

Zi Ling rolled her eyes in her mind, but was quickly drawn to something else.

"Wait, you said your talent is 'Primordial Spirit Descent'?"

"That's right."

"My talent is 'Primordial Spirit's Descent,' just one word different?"

"That's right."

"Then I will summon you with 'Approach,' and you will descend upon me with 'Descent'—"

"Two talents have combined!"

Ye Chen picked up on her words, the smile on his lips growing wider and wider.

He raised his hand, his five fingers spread, and black sword energy condensed in his palm.

The sword energy was sharper and purer than before, with faint golden patterns flowing across the blade, like some kind of ancient rune dancing.

"Before I descended, I was a genuine cultivator of the Four Extremes Secret Realm, only half a step away from the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm."

He clenched his fist, and the sword energy exploded in his palm, turning into countless points of light.

"And now—you must proclaim me, Ye Chen, Dragon Transformation, Great Perfection!"

All three screens went silent at the same time.

Zi Ling's consciousness also quieted down.

After a moment, Wanwan spoke first.

"So, you not only took over someone else's body, but also got a free portion of their cultivation?"

"How can you call it freeloading?"

Ye Chen declared confidently, "This is a chemical reaction resulting from the superposition of talents. It's science, it's a law, it's an irresistible principle of nature, even if it's only temporary!"

Nalan Yanran opened her eyes, her cold gaze filled with disdain: "Speak like a human being."

"It's just good luck."

Lin Daiyu put down the silver hoe, patted the dirt off her clothes, and smiled slightly: "Brother is quite straightforward."

Zi Ling's consciousness sighed deeply in her mind.

"Alright, alright, enough of that nonsense. The Extreme Yin Ancestor is coming. Can you deal with him first before we talk?"

Ye Chen raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the battlefield.

The Nascent Soul stage old monster possessing Wu Chou's body slowly turned around.

Those eyes were sinister and cold, as if they were looking at a lamb to the slaughter.

Ye Chen smiled.

"How many moves do I need to use to fight an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator in the Dragon Transformation Realm?"

Zi Ling remained silent for a moment.

"Ten moves?"

Ye Chen shook his head.

"Then—twenty moves?"

Ye Chen shook his head again.

"You can't possibly be unable to beat them, can you?"

Ye Chen flexed his fingers, and his bones made a slight cracking sound.

"I'm thinking, should I give him both hands?"

Zi Ling: "That's enough!"