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

Chapter 79 A Twist of Fate, the Power of Divine Sense!

That tiny spot, at this moment, is like a volcano that has been dormant for millions of years, suddenly erupting.

The icy chill surged back from every part of his body, like rivers flowing into the sea, all rushing towards his brow.

The chill was no longer an out-of-control beast, but was drawn and tamed by some higher power, condensing into a speck of icy blue light deep between her brows.

The light spot was initially only the size of a dust particle, barely visible in the dark chamber of divine consciousness.

But as the true energy in the dantian continued to flow in, it began to expand, solidify, and glow, like a star being conceived.

boom!

A silent, deafening roar echoed in my mind.

In that instant, Xiaolongnu felt a cool breeze descend from the sky, penetrating her two orifices.

Light poured in.

Everything in the world became incredibly clear. Every crack on the ancient tomb's stone wall, every speck of dust suspended in the air, and even the moss slowly growing in the cracks of the stone were all clearly visible to her.

Divine consciousness!

Before Xiaolongnu could ponder the source of this power, she instinctively extended her divine sense outwards.

Passing through the stone walls, through the passageways, and through the heavy stone doors of the ancient tomb, information from the outside world floods in like a tide.

The outline of Zhongnan Mountain slowly unfolded in her perception: a group of mountains stretching like a dragon's spine, ancient trees reaching the sky and blocking out the sun, and clouds and mist swirling in the mountains like gauze.

Several Taoist priests from the Quanzhen School were hurrying along the mountain path, their blue robes fluttering in the mountain wind. They were muttering complaints under their breath about how the sect leader was rushing them.

The entire world is within sight.

Little Dragon Girl could even see clearly in the pine forest ten miles away, where a squirrel was squatting on a branch, munching on pine cones, its black bean-like eyes darting around, very alert.

The mountain wind rustled through the forest, and even the swirling pine needles were as clear to her as a slow-motion replay.

Yang Guo was running in the woods outside the ancient tomb.

The boy crouched low, using the bushes for cover, and crept down the mountain.

Her steps were light and quick, landing silently, like a startled cat, running while glancing back, her phoenix eyes showing a hint of guilt.

They had clearly run for about half an incense stick's time, and were at least two miles away from the ancient tomb.

About a mile behind Yang Guo, two Taoist priests were sneaking around.

They spoke in hushed tones, thinking that no one could hear them because they were far apart.

But under Xiaolongnu's divine sense, every word was crystal clear.

"Junior brother, are you still thinking about that woman in the ancient tomb?"

Zhao Zhijing's voice carried a hint of sarcasm as he glanced sideways at the person beside him. "These past few days you've had no appetite and your mind keeps wandering during meditation. Don't think I can't see it."

Zhen Zhibing's hand paused slightly, and a hint of unease flashed across his thin face.

"Senior brother is joking. I was merely ordered to investigate the Ancient Tomb Sect's background; it has nothing to do with anything else!"

"Irrelevant?"

Zhao Zhijing chuckled, lowered his voice, and said with a sinister tone, "That day outside the mountain gate, you saw that woman in white walking out of the ancient tomb from afar, and she was distraught afterward."

"You volunteered to come here to inspect these past few days, was it really on the sect leader's orders?"

Zhen Zhibing remained silent.

Silence is the best answer.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Zhijing's smile widened, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"Junior brother, don't forget your place. Our Quanzhen Sect is a legitimate branch of the Xuanmen (Taoist school). As a highly accomplished disciple of Master Qiu Chuji, if people find out you've developed feelings for a woman from the Ancient Tomb Sect, where will you put your face?"

"I don't!"

"You know in your heart whether it's true or not."

Zhao Zhijing interrupted him, his tone suddenly becoming meaningful, "But speaking of which, the Little Dragon Girl of the Ancient Tomb Sect is indeed beautiful. I saw her once from afar; she was dressed in white like snow, with black hair like a waterfall, and her face was like a painting. No wonder you can't forget her, Junior Brother."

Zhen Zhibing's breathing quickened, and his hand holding the compass trembled slightly.

"Senior brother, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"I'm telling you, if you really want that woman, there are ways."

Zhao Zhijing moved closer, lowering his voice to a whisper, like the rustling sound of a snake moving through the grass.

"She's the only one left in the Ancient Tomb Sect, all alone, without anyone to look after her. If you could persuade her to leave the Ancient Tomb and return to secular life, perhaps—"

"shut up!"

Zhen Zhibing suddenly turned his head, a rare hint of anger appearing in his usually gentle eyes.

"Senior brother, how can you say such things? She is a successor of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and I am a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. The rules and regulations of Taoism do not allow you to speak such nonsense!"

Zhao Zhijing was slightly taken aback by the rebuke, then sneered.

"Fine, fine, I was just spouting nonsense, and you're the gentleman. Then can you tell me, who is that name you keep muttering to yourself every night when you can't sleep?"

Zhen Zhibing's face turned bright red, and his lips moved a few times, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Inside the ancient tomb, Xiaolongnu withdrew her divine consciousness.

She leaned against the stone couch, her cold, jade-like face expressionless, but in her heart she had already cursed the two of them from head to toe.

One is obsessed with romance and poetry, the other is obsessed with power and profit.

A sycophant and a scoundrel are a perfect match!

These two have completely disgraced the Quanzhen Sect.

However, this did remind her of something.

In the original storyline, Zhen Zhibing met Xiaolongnu and became obsessed with her, ultimately leading to a terrible mistake.

Now that she has transmigrated into the body of Little Dragon Girl, she naturally won't let that melodramatic plot repeat itself.

But letting these two people loiter around outside the ancient tomb is ultimately a problem.

It's better to resolve this sooner rather than later.

Xiaolongnu stood up from the stone bed, her white clothes flowing down like water, her black hair hanging down to her waist.

She looked down at her hands; her jade-like knuckles were slightly curled, and a faint white chill seemed to emanate from her fingertips.

The surge of qi deviation that had just occurred was fierce and violent. The true qi in his dantian was like a flood bursting its banks, rushing around and completely out of control.

I thought I was in for a world of trouble, but the moment that clear stream flowed from between my eyebrows, everything calmed down.

Not only did it calm down, but it also gained something new.

Divine consciousness!

She's familiar with this stuff.

Having read so many cultivation novels in her past life, she knew exactly what divine consciousness was.

Xiaolongnu closed her eyes and released her divine sense once again.

This time it moved even more freely than before, like an invisible tentacle that reached out from between the eyebrows, through the stone wall, through the passageway, through the heavy stone door of the ancient tomb, and instantly covered an area of ​​several miles in radius.

The outline of Zhongnan Mountain is clearly visible in my perception; I can clearly see how many branches the pine trees on the mountain path have, and how many legs the ants in the cracks of the rocks have.

The two Taoist priests were still creeping closer to the ancient tomb.

Zhao Zhijing walked ahead, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

Zhen Zhibing followed behind, his pace noticeably slower, his fingertips trembling slightly.