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

Chapter 96 What's it like to be reborn as the Ruthless Great Emperor in his childhood?

In the Big Dipper Starfield, in an ancient human city.

The cobblestone streets stretched into the distance in the twilight.

On both sides are low brick and tile houses, with dim yellow lanterns hanging under the eaves, swaying gently in the evening breeze.

Further away, the outline of the city gate is tall and mottled, with the bricks bearing the marks of time. Several sections have collapsed, revealing the grayish-white stone core underneath.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street; they were few and far between, walking hurriedly.

Occasionally, a few horse-drawn carriages would pass by on the stone-paved road, their wheels making a rumbling sound as they rolled over the uneven surface, kicking up fine dust.

A little girl, about three or four years old, was squatting on a street corner. Her clothes were tattered and patched, her hair was disheveled, and her face was dirty.

But those eyes were big and bright, as clear as spring water in a mountain stream, without a trace of impurity.

Xiao Nan Yin.

Or rather, Ye Chen, who transmigrated into the body of a little girl!

He was squatting in the corner, hugging his knees, his gaze piercing through the twilight and landing on the steamed bun shop across the street.

The steamers were stacked in three layers, and white steam poured out from the gaps in the steamer baskets, carrying the aroma of minced meat and fermented dough, spreading in the twilight.

The aroma drifted on the wind, entered her nostrils, and sent a spasm through her stomach.

She swallowed.

My stomach let out a long, drawn-out rumble.

The little girl squatted in the corner, her eyes fixed on the steamed bun with a broken skin on the steamer. Golden meat juice dripped down the bun's skin, glistening in the steam.

She swallowed hard, and her stomach rumbled again.

"Get out of here, you little beggar!"

A rough voice rang out, followed by a sharp pain in his waist.

The uncle selling steamed buns came out from behind the steamer and kicked her.

Xiao Yinyin fell forward, her knee hitting the bluestone pavement. Half of her worn-out cloth shoe was scraped off, revealing a section of her toe that was red from the cold.

"You filthy beggar, you dare to squat here with me? Get lost!"

The uncle spat and turned to walk back behind the steamer.

He waved the bamboo clips, making a couple of gestures in the air as if swatting flies, his tone full of impatience.

Xiao Yinyin stood up, took two steps back, but did not run.

She stood across the street, watching through the twilight and steam as the uncle picked out the tattered buns and threw them into the basket next to him, then closed the steamer and turned to greet other customers.

"Even if I could afford it, I wouldn't buy it from your store!"

She muttered something to herself, barely managing to maintain the dignity of a transmigrator.

Then he turned and walked into the depths of the alley, his steps quick, his small figure gradually blurring in the twilight.

The alley was much narrower than the main street, with high gable walls on both sides, the tops of which were covered with withered grass.

The stone pavement was full of potholes and rainwater from last night, making a pattering sound when you stepped on it.

The little girl looked down, watching her toes skip between the puddles. Her worn-out cloth shoes were already soaked, and her toes were numb with cold, but she didn't stop because she knew she couldn't.

It will get even colder if we stop!

"Transmigration is one thing, becoming a beggar is another, and even turning from a man into a woman is something I can tolerate. But—"

She mentally counted on her fingers, feeling that being a time traveler was truly frustrating.

In my past life, I was an ordinary college graduate with no house, no car, no savings, and I never even had a girlfriend.

When he woke up, he was gone; his soul had drifted to the Big Dipper Star Region and possessed the body of a three- or four-year-old girl.

The little girl had no parents, no relatives, and didn't even have a name.

People on the street called her "Little Beggar," children threw stones at her, and adults would go around her as if she had some kind of contagious disease.

And what about herself?

Of course she knew who this body belonged to.

Ruthless Emperor.

To be precise, she was the Ruthless Great Emperor before she became the Ruthless Great Emperor, the little girl whose brother was captured and sacrificed by the Feathered God Dynasty, and who ended up on the streets begging for a living.

"One of the most talented women of all time, she attained enlightenment with a mortal body, creating the Devouring Heaven Demon Art and the Undying Heaven Art, suppressing an era and sweeping away all enemies in the world!"

The little girl leaned against a wall, looking up at the sky above, which was cut into a narrow strip by the high wall.

As dusk approached, the last vestiges of dark red afterglow remained on the horizon, like a faded ribbon hanging on the outline of the city tower, about to be swallowed by the night.

"Heavens above, earth below! Before I transmigrated, I was just a nobody, I couldn't even pass advanced mathematics. And yet you sent me here to replicate the ruthless Great Empress's path, making me one of the most talented women in history!"

"Are you kidding me?"

She looked down at her small hands.

It was filthy, with black grime stuck under its fingernails, and several cracks from frostbite on the back of its hands, covered with dark red scabs.

With these hands, will they create the Devouring Heaven Demon Art and the Undying Heaven Art in the future?

With these hands, will they be able to suppress an entire era in the future?

Xiao Yinnan tucked her hands into her sleeves and sighed.

"Everyone says time travelers have systems, cheat codes, and powerful backers. What about me?"

He had just finished speaking.

Ding.

A crisp notification sound exploded in my mind.

The little girl froze, leaning against the wall, her pupils trembling slightly.

A pale blue light curtain appeared out of thin air in my field of vision, with a faint mist swirling around its edges, exuding an indescribable and mysterious aura.

In the center of the light screen, a line of ancient characters slowly emerged, each stroke as if carved with the edge of a sword, sharp and majestic.

Wait, the system's here?!

Before she could react, another system notification sounded.

"Group owner Ye Chen (My brother is the Heavenly Emperor) invites you to join the group chat 'A Loving Family'. Do you agree?"

The little girl's pupils contracted slightly as she stared at the words.

Ye Chen.

She was very familiar with this name; it was her name before she transmigrated.

Is the group owner also named Ye Chen?

She raised her hand and nodded in agreement.

The light screen suddenly expanded, transforming into an exquisite interface that floated in the field of vision.

In the upper right corner of the interface, the group member list is neatly arranged in a row: Wan, Nalan Yanran, Lin Daiyu, Ziling,

Little Dragon Girl —

But the one at the very top is what she's really focusing on.

Group Owner: Ye Chen

The little girl stared at those words, about to ponder the key to their meaning, when another crisp notification sound rang in her mind.

A line of large golden characters slowly coalesced in the center of the light screen.

Congratulations on acquiring the talent: Beyond the Mortal Realm

In the beginning of time, when heaven and earth were first created, there was something that existed before heaven and earth, formless and without appearance, independent and unchanging.

Today there is a foolish child who forgets himself, passing through the vast world without being tainted.

The karmic consequences, calamities, and cycles of birth and death of the mortal world cannot affect him.

She is not in fate, nor in destiny.

She is an "exception" in the world, a point "not recorded"!

Xiao Yinnan stared at the dark blue light screen, her brow furrowing into a small knot.

The concept of talent flowed slowly through the depths of her consciousness, unfolding in her mind.