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

Chapter 71 I'm sorry, I'm too weak and not good enough for you!

"Miss Nalan is exceptionally talented. After three years of arduous training, she must have already reached the Dou Ling realm, right?"

Xiao Yan's tone carried a hint of probing and flattery.

Nalan Yanran did not answer.

She simply stood there, her moon-white dress motionless, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, quietly bathed in the sunlight streaming in through the window.

But Xiao Yan suddenly felt that there was something different about the woman in front of him.

It wasn't murderous intent, nor hostility, but rather an indescribable sense of weight and gravity.

It looks like a mountain.

It's not tall, not steep, just standing there unremarkable.

But when you get closer, you'll find that it's a height you can't climb at all.

Xiao Yan's heart skipped a beat.

He subconsciously wanted to check Nalan Yanran's cultivation level.

However, wherever they looked, they vanished without a trace, as if they had disappeared into the sea.

He was crushed!

It was like a trickle of water crashing into a bottomless cliff; without even a splash, it was swallowed up by that invisible force.

Xiao Yan's expression changed.

"Miss Nalan, you one..."

Before she could finish speaking, Nalan Yanran took a step forward.

Just one step.

Xiao Yan felt an overwhelming aura rushing towards him, like a giant wave crashing down on him.

His fighting spirit surged wildly as he tried to steady himself, but he found that his legs were trembling, his knees were bent, his back was hunched, and he was like a weed crushed by a storm, unable to straighten up at all.

With a "thump," Xiao Yan knelt down on one knee.

Large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the blue brick floor with a soft pattering sound.

But it wasn't because that aura was intimidating him.

Rather, it was his body that surrendered.

It's an instinctive surrender!

Like an ant gazing at the sky, like a stream flowing into the sea, like a memory etched deep in one's blood being awakened.

When faced with a higher level of life, the body will involuntarily choose to submit.

"Battle Spirit, Battle King, or Battle Emperor?"

"No, it's a Dou Zong!"

A thought flashed through Xiao Yan's mind like lightning; it was Yao Lao's voice.

The alchemist residing within Xiao Yan's ring also wore an expression of disbelief.

A Dou Zong expert who is not yet twenty years old would be considered a genius among geniuses if placed in an ancient clan.

But this is the Gama Empire!

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan's pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size.

A Dou Zong level expert.

One of the top powers in the entire Gama Empire.

She could tread mountains with a single step and sever rivers with a wave of her hand; the entire Xiao family was nothing more than ants before her.

The woman in front of him, who was not even twenty years old, had already reached that level!

Xiao Yan knelt on the ground, panting heavily, his clothes soaked with sweat.

He raised his head and looked at Nalan Yanran's cold and aloof face, his lips trembling.

"A Dou Zong—he's actually a Dou Zong powerhouse—that's terrifying!"

His voice was hoarse, carrying a bitterness that went deep into his bones.

Nalan Yanran looked down at him, her gaze calm as still water.

She did not continue to unleash her power, nor did she make a move.

He just stood there quietly, as if watching an insignificant passerby.

This calmness, however, made Xiao Yan feel more embarrassed than any mockery.

If she flew into a rage, if she took action to teach him a lesson, Xiao Yan might feel a little better.

But she didn't.

She simply stood there, letting the facts tell him that there was a chasm between him and her that he could never cross!

Xiao Yan knelt on the ground, his jaw clenched, his knuckles white from gripping his fists so tightly.

He suddenly felt ridiculous.

After preparing for so long and mustering so much courage, he traveled thousands of miles to Yunlan Sect, hoping to win back the woman he had rejected years ago.

It turns out that he was already a Dou Zong powerhouse.

And what about him?

Grand Master.

In the eyes of others, he might be considered a genius.

But what difference is there between them and ants in front of a Dou Zong?

"sorry."

Xiao Yan spoke, his voice hoarse.

He stood up from the ground, took a step back, and bowed deeply to Nalan Yanran, his waist bent so low that it was almost parallel to the ground.

"It was Xiao Yan who overestimated himself and offended Miss Nalan!"

His voice was trembling, but he enunciated each word clearly.

"Three years ago, Miss Nalan broke off the engagement because Xiao Yan was young and ignorant, and spoke without thinking. Now that Miss Nalan has cultivated to the Dou Zong level, Xiao Yan is far beyond her reach."

He straightened up and looked at Nalan Yanran's face. Her once fiery and flamboyant eyes were now filled with only a deep bitterness.

"Miss Nalan is right. We each have our own paths to walk. Xiao Yan is not yet worthy of Miss Nalan on his path!"

He turned around and walked towards the palace gate.

The pace was slow, but each step felt heavy.

He stopped abruptly at the threshold without turning around.

"Miss Nalan, take care!"

The palace doors opened, and sunlight streamed in, casting a soft halo around his figure.

Xiao Yan stepped over the threshold and left without looking back.

The palace doors slowly closed behind him, blocking the sunlight out once again.

The hall returned to its previous tranquility, with only the wisps of smoke from the calming incense still rising gently.

Nalan Yanran stood there, looking at the tightly closed palace door, and let out a long breath.

The group chat interface was still floating in my field of vision, and messages had already filled several screens.

[Wanwan the Witch: How's it going? Are you gone yet?]

[Zi Ling: Judging from the noise, they must have left, right?]

[Lin Daiyu: Sister Yanran, what did Xiao Yan say?]

Nalan Yanran leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping on the virtual keyboard.

[Nalan Yanran: He left, saying he was sorry, that he was too weak and not good enough for me!]

[Wanwan the Witch: Tsk tsk tsk, why does that sound kind of pitiful?]

[Zi Ling: What's there to pity? If he hadn't come, he wouldn't have humiliated himself. But then again, Xiao Yan has backbone; most people would probably have argued with him a bit more.]

[Lin Daiyu: She's adaptable, not too bad. But with him gone, Sister Yanran's life in the Jia Ma Empire will likely be far from peaceful. With a Dou Zong expert in charge of the Yunlan Sect, various forces will probably be eager to make their move.]

[Nalan Yanran: That's why I'm running away! I'm taking the teacher with me! Whoever wants to stay can stay!]

[Witch Wan: That makes sense. Go to the Central Plains, go to the Northwest Continent, go to the ends of the earth. Anyway, with your Dou Zong cultivation level, where can't you go?]

Nalan Yanran's lips curled up slightly as she was about to reply.

Suddenly, a crisp notification sound rang in Nalan Yanran's mind.

A pale blue light curtain appeared out of thin air, and a line of large golden characters slowly condensed in the center of the light curtain.

【Ding! 】

[The user "Little Dragon Girl" has been detected as meeting the criteria for a time traveler and has been automatically invited to the group!]

Nalan Yanran was taken aback.

"Oh, a new person has arrived?"