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

"Your humble servants of the Six Paths pay homage to the Heavenly Venerable!"

The Six Paths Saint's voice was still hoarse, but his tone had completely changed.

There was no resentment, no struggle, only heartfelt respect.

Zi Ling was completely dumbfounded.

She never expected that the other me would have such methods.

After a long silence, she finally uttered, "You've won him over?"

Ye Chen withdrew his finger, his tone relaxed, "From now on, he will be your most loyal subordinate. If you tell him to go east, he will never go west; if you tell him to catch a dog, he will never chase a chicken!"

"By the way, I cracked his Three Gods White Bone Banner. You'll need to find some materials to help him repair it."

"You're the one who cracked it, why should I fix it?"

"You are the Purple Spirit Celestial Venerable, of course you should cultivate!"

Zi Ling: "..."

Ye Chen clapped his hands and stretched his muscles.

"Alright, it's really time, I should go!"

He looked down at his hands, which were fair and slender, with the lingering warmth of the golden explosion still present at his fingertips.

"Take care, my other self!"

Zi Ling paused slightly, then asked, "Wait, will you come again in the future?"

"Of course, call me anytime if you need anything!"

Ye Chen smiled. "Our talents complement each other. When you don't need me, I can use you, and when you use me, you can use me too. That's called—mutual benefit and win-win!"

Zi Ling couldn't help but chuckle softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chen's consciousness was pulled out of this body.

......

Zi Ling regained control of her body, only to feel her body go limp and she almost fell from mid-air.

She quickly steadied herself, took a deep breath, and allowed the spiritual energy within her body to flow slowly, adapting to the body that now belonged to her again.

In the distance, a purple halo was slowly dissipating on the horizon, like the trace of someone waving their hand.

"Thank you, my other self!"

Zi Ling murmured to herself, a slight smile playing on her lips.

A sea breeze caressed my face, carrying a faint salty smell. The golden halo in the distance had completely dissipated, and the sky had returned to its previous azure.

A few wisps of white clouds drifted leisurely, as if the earth-shattering battle that had just taken place had never happened.

She looked down at her hands.

Fair and slender, with long, delicate fingers and rounded nails.

But just moments before, these hands had crushed the Heavenly Capital Corpse Fire of the Nascent Soul stage, smashed the head of the Yuanhou Refined Corpse with a single punch, and blasted the Six Paths Extreme Saint to his knees and beg for mercy with a single finger.

"That's really true..."

Zi Ling clenched her fist, feeling the weakness within her body, and shook her head with a wry smile.

The other me left, taking with me her Dragon Transformation Realm cultivation.

What remains in this body is still her pitiful Foundation Establishment stage spiritual power.

It's like an ordinary person who has just driven a supercar suddenly sitting back in their old, leaky tricycle, and nothing feels right.

"When my next self comes along, I'll beg him to let me experience it too!"

As she was deep in thought, an aged voice came from behind her.

"Heavenly Venerable!"

Zi Ling turned around, and in her line of sight, the Six Paths Supreme Saints stood respectfully with their hands at their sides.

Her eyelids twitched instantly.

The Myriad Sounds Sect was merely a third-rate force in the Chaotic Star Sea. The highest-ranking cultivator in the sect was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, and they dared not even breathe loudly in front of those major sects.

And now, an old monster in the late Nascent Soul stage was standing right in front of him, respectfully calling him "Sect Master".

If this gets out, the Chaotic Star Sea will probably be in an uproar.

"The Six Paths"

Zi Ling spoke, her voice not loud, but her tone naturally carried the composure of someone in a superior position.

There was no other way; just now, another version of myself used this body to beat someone until they knelt down and begged for mercy.

If she showed any fear at this moment, it wouldn't seem like the right thing to do.

"Your subordinate is here."

"Go and deal with those Golden Core cultivators who fled earlier, and those few forces that defected at the last minute. Incorporate those that should be incorporated, and exterminate those that should be wiped out."

Zi Ling paused, her gaze sweeping over the cultivators peering in their direction from afar. A slight smile played on her lips. "Tell them, from this day forward, whether the Chaotic Star Sea is in chaos or not... is up to my Myriad Sounds Sect!"

The Six Paths Supreme Saint bowed deeply: "Your subordinate obeys!"

Before the words were even finished, the black figure had already disappeared from the spot.

......

The next moment, a piercing scream came from afar.

Zi Ling looked up and saw a Golden Core cultivator who was desperately trying to escape being grabbed from mid-air by a large black hand and held up in the air like a chick.

The cultivator struggled frantically, throwing all sorts of magical artifacts and talismans at that hand, but not even a single mark was left.

The figure of the Six Paths Supreme Saint appeared beside the giant hand, glancing at the cultivator with an expressionless face.

"The sect leader has decreed: Anyone who deserts in the face of battle will be executed without mercy!"

Clench your fists.

Click.

The Golden Core cultivator's neck was crushed, his head slumped limply, and he was thrown into the sea like a lump of mud.

Splash! Water splashed up, then was swallowed up by the surging waves.

The fleeing cultivators in the distance stopped abruptly, their faces turning ashen.

Several quick-thinking individuals immediately turned around and knelt down in the direction of Zi Ling.

"Sect Master, spare my life!"

"This junior is willing to submit to the Wonderful Sound Sect, even at the cost of ten thousand lives!"

"Sect Master, please have mercy!"

The cries for mercy echoed across the sea, a mixture of sobs and trembling.

The Six Paths Supreme Saint hovered in mid-air, his cold gaze sweeping over the kneeling cultivators begging for mercy before turning to look at Zi Ling, awaiting her instructions.

Zi Ling nodded slightly.

The Six Paths Supreme Saint then withdrew his gaze. His black figure darted between different directions, each appearance accompanied by a scream, and each disappearance taking a life with it.

Those who try to resist, kill them.

Those with ill intentions, kill them.

Those who beg for mercy while secretly holding talismans in their hands, kill them.

The wind howled and the cranes cried; the killing was swift and decisive!

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the sea surface within a radius of dozens of miles was covered with corpses, and the seawater was dyed dark red.

Those who genuinely submitted were driven together by the Six Paths Supreme Saint and forced to kneel before Zi Ling, each one trembling with fear, not daring to even raise their heads.

Zi Ling stood on a reef, her purple dress fluttering in the sea breeze, her gaze calmly sweeping over the mass of kneeling cultivators in front of her.

There are over a hundred Foundation Establishment stage cultivators and a dozen or so Golden Core stage cultivators, all elites from various forces in the Chaotic Star Sea.

At that moment, they all knelt before her.

"Get up, everyone."

Zi Ling's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present: "From this day forward, you are all members of my Miaoyin Sect. As long as you serve loyally, this sect master will naturally not treat you unfairly."

She paused, then added, "Of course, if anyone harbors ulterior motives..."

She didn't continue speaking, but only glanced in the direction of the Six Paths Supreme Saint.

The Six Paths Supreme Saint raised his right hand expressionlessly, a hazy gray light flickering in his palm.

The cultivators kneeling on the ground shivered and lowered their heads even further.