Covering the Sky: I Prove the Great Dao Through the Gate of Immortality

The Boundary Sea fell into an eerie silence, with only Mo Cang's heavy breathing breaking the silence.

The immortals and quasi-kings watching from afar trembled in fear. They couldn't believe that someone as powerful as Lord Mo Cang could actually be injured to such an extent.

Mo Cang slowly raised his head, and sparks flew as the black light and the fist intent clashed beneath his palm pressed against his chest.

He grinned, revealing blood-stained teeth, his smile ferocious and wild: "You're dead, you know that? No one in heaven or on earth can save you. You think this is my limit?"

"When I roamed the seas of realms and slaughtered countless worlds, you would still be reincarnating in some corner of the universe! You want to kill me? That's not enough!"

"So noisy!"

Li Chenzhou interrupted Mo Cang's boastful remarks directly, his eyes filled with disdain. When it comes to boasting, the Weird Clan is undoubtedly number one. Even though he's about to die, he still wants to keep up the act.

Mo Cang was gathering his strength, seemingly about to unleash some forbidden immortal technique or a great sacrificial art, but Li Chenzhou didn't care at all.

Without even glancing at it, he turned his gaze to the distant Boundary Sea, where a desolate little world floated. Li Chenzhou reached out with his right hand and grabbed at the air.

"Buzz!"

A colossal hand, capable of blotting out the sky, condensed and covered the starry sea. Ignoring spatial distance, it directly seized that desolate little world and poured endless magic into it, transforming the desolate little world into a "world sphere".

He actually swung this shattered world around and smashed it towards Mo Cang.

We will use this world as our weapon!

Simple, brutal, yet so domineering it's suffocating!

Mo Cang's expression changed drastically. The sacrifice that was about to be completed was interrupted, and his breathing became disordered.

He never expected that Li Chenzhou would actually use a world as a means of attack, which once again terrified him.

In the ancient era of immortals, the kings of the immortal realm did indeed move a great realm in the sea of ​​realms to promote its fusion with the immortal realm. However, such a feat was extremely difficult for ordinary immortal kings to accomplish, requiring a long period of preparation and concerted efforts. Even for the most outstanding immortal kings, it would take a long time and a vast amount of magical power.

No one has ever been like Li Chenzhou, who could casually pick up a stone and smash it as easily as he could.

In a moment of haste, Mo Cang roared and thrust his arms upward, creating a mysterious trajectory as he tried to create a barrier. The Myriad Realms Diagram also hurriedly lowered its dark light, attempting to protect itself.

"boom!"

The desolate little world that Li Chenzhou hurled as a weapon shattered under the terrifying clash of their forces.

That was no ordinary explosion.

Even a small, broken world can release devastating energy upon its collapse.

The remnants of countless stars, continental plates, fragments of laws, and all the energy and Dao essence that had settled when the world was destroyed were released in an instant.

It created a destructive tidal wave that swept across several star systems, devouring all light and heat.

The boundary sea was blasted open, creating a huge void.

The raging energy turbulence, mixed with fragments of the world, transformed into a destructive torrent, surging in all directions, especially towards the direction where Mo Cang was located.

The barrier erected by Mo Cang shook violently, and the dark light of the Myriad Realms Map was also flickering.

His already severely injured body was further aggravated by this devastating impact. His protective aura was eroded layer by layer, and the wound on his chest reopened, causing blood to gush out.

Li Chenzhou stood near the source of the destructive tide, protected by the divine light emanating from the Gate of Immortality. His robes fluttered in the energy storm, and his eyes were cold, as if he had just casually tossed away a troublesome stone.

He gave Mo Cang no chance to breathe or use his trump cards; he wanted to use the most ruthless method to completely defeat his opponent.

Endless fragments of the world scattered across the boundary sea, terrifying yet dazzling, transforming into a rain of light from the Great Dao, illuminating this battlefield as if it were the end of the world.

The two collided again.

At this point, the two fought to an indescribable degree, shattering the rules time and time again, until the void ceased to exist altogether.

Just as spatial turbulence capable of tearing apart the universe was generated, it was directly crushed by the even more terrifying aftershocks of the battle. The fluctuations of this battle had transcended the present world, shaking the past, present, and future, causing the illusory image of the long river of time to surge, with some blurry and ancient gazes of astonishment occasionally appearing in the waves.

Mo Cang's understanding of what constitutes a supreme immortal king has been shattered time and time again.

He had long since lost the ability to describe the feeling of fighting Li Chenzhou. Any known vocabulary would be pale and powerless in the face of this formidable enemy.

He is neither a mortal immortal, nor a battle immortal, nor even an immortal king, but what kind of foundation allows him to stand against a supreme immortal king while being an immortal?

This surpasses the pinnacle of the Immortal Path; it's not an Immortal King, but it's even better than one.

Li Chenzhou speculated that his own realm was around the "pinnacle of immortality," only higher than that. That was what the Desolate Emperor Shi Hao had mentioned, and once mastered, one would be fearless in the realm of ordinary immortal kings.

And this is merely the level of attainment.

Li Chenzhou's combat strength has always surpassed his cultivation level.

His physical body, fist intent, and profound understanding of the Dao all enable him to unleash destructive power capable of fighting opponents of higher levels.

Roads, combat power, the accumulation of many worlds... all sorts of incredible conditions combined to create this unprecedented miracle!

Despite not yet becoming an Immortal King and having not yet been tempered by the great calamities of the heavens, he engaged in a fierce battle and severely injured a supreme Immortal King wielding a deadly weapon.

To achieve this level solely through his own cultivation... a terrifying thought arose deep within Mo Cang's Dao heart: not to mention this Boundary Sea, even in all the myriad realms and the heavens above, in all the records and legends of all eras throughout history... there has probably never been anything like it.

perhaps……

Only the offspring of a Celestial Emperor, who inherit the supreme bloodline and fragments of the Great Dao, could possess such terrifying potential to defy a Celestial King before becoming a King.

But the person before me is definitely not a descendant of the Immortal Emperor!

His power stemmed from his arduous, almost impossible path; the other party's path was so incredible, it was a Dao that encompassed everything.

"Cough... Hahaha!"

Mo Cang was once again forced back by the Emperor's Fist, his royal blood splattering. "Miracle? Anomaly? Whoever you are... today, either you die, or... I will be buried here with you!"

His eyes were completely crazed, with no more reservations and no way out!

The Myriad Realms Map erupted with a chilling dark light, igniting countless resentments and ultimate principles within it, along with the very essence of its supreme immortal king.

He was about to launch his final attack, either to kill the enemy or... to drag this unprecedented miracle into oblivion.

"Splash!"

Suddenly, a rushing sound, as if from the very end of time, resounded without warning in the heart of their fierce battle. This sound did not originate from the Boundary Sea, but from an even more ethereal dimension, echoing directly in the depths of the hearts of all beings.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of great light burst forth, its form indescribable in any language. It did not illuminate, but rather briefly pulled the phantoms of ancient and modern times, past and future, onto the same plane.

Where the light passed, fragments of the present and ancient history overlapped and shimmered, the light growing brighter and clearer, until finally—

"Boom!"

A mighty river, its width and length immeasurable, surges forth.

The river water is murky and heavy; what flows is not water, but the trajectory of time and destiny.

Beneath the river's surface, light and shadow shift, and the phantoms of countless living beings rise and fall, appearing and disappearing. There are mortals experiencing birth, aging, sickness, and death; cultivators defying the heavens to cross the river; dynasties rising and falling; and even microcosms of the myriad worlds flickering within. The birth, glory, and annihilation of worlds are all transformed into reflections on the riverbed, flashing by in an instant.

The river of time, manifested!

It was not an illusion, but rather a tributary that was forcibly "shaken" out of nothingness by the battle fluctuations of the two people exceeding their limits, and descended here.

The river flows swiftly forward.

Every splash of water is a snapshot of an era, and the entire river exudes an irresistible and unstoppable will.

The flowing water will never return!

It will only move forward forever, it will not stop for anyone, and it will never go against the current.

This is one of the most fundamental laws governing the operation of all realms, and even immortal kings must revere this forbidden domain.

The sudden arrival of the river of time caused a brief moment of stillness on the battlefield.

The power of time washes everything away. Under the reflection of the river of time, the magic power and Dao principles of Li Chenzhou and Mo Cang seem to be slowed down, no longer appearing so "absolute".

Even the final dark light of the Myriad Realms Map and the faint light of the Gate of Immortality dimmed somewhat.

Mo Cang paused, startled and uncertain. He looked at the River of Time that stretched across the center of the battlefield, his eyes filled with not only killing intent but also a hint of apprehension.

It involves time and the weight of cause and effect. Even a supreme immortal king could be swept into a terrifying temporal turbulence if he is not careful, suffer backlash, or even get lost in the chaotic ancient history.

Li Chenzhou's gaze also sharpened, but there was no fear in his eyes.

He felt only excitement and eagerness to face higher-level rules. The roar of the heavens within him seemed to resonate with the flow of the river of time. Under the reflection of the river of time, the Gate of Immortality seemed to become even more profound, as if it were about to evolve into the true myriad worlds.

Time has come.

This battle, which was already earth-shattering enough, suddenly became even more unpredictable due to the manifestation of this supreme law.

The river of time flows on, surpassing all the battles between immortal kings.

That is the underlying network through which all the heavens and myriad realms operate, bearing all existence and change.

At this moment, it was forcefully "shaken" into a physical form by the two people's earth-shattering battle, and it descended here, instantly disrupting spacetime and reversing the course of history.

Centered on the battlefield, in the vast and boundless boundary sea region, the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth is no longer stable, and the spacetime structure is like a shattered mirror, presenting bizarre and overlapping images.

Fragments of the past, present, and future seem to be mixed together, sometimes revealing the phantom of ancient wilderness, sometimes flashing the light of the future starry sky, and sometimes frozen in the moment of destruction in the present.

This place seems to have become a mass grave, and all order is collapsing.

Those true immortals and quasi-immortal kings who had fled far away were already so shocked by this duel that they lost their composure. When the River of Time manifested, the horror in their hearts reached an unprecedented peak.

This was no longer a battle they could spy on.

What kind of concept is it to make the entire river of time and space manifest as a physical entity?

This means that the clash of their powers has shaken one of the fundamental laws that constitute the world.

This was an apocalyptic battle; even the heavens and earth were thrown into chaos.

Mo Cang's body was stained with blood, and although his breath was weak, his eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light. He looked at Li Chenzhou, whose momentum was like a rainbow and whose fighting spirit seemed to burn through time and space, and then glanced at the ever-flowing river. A crazy and daring idea arose in his mind.

In the long river of time, all the rules of the present world may be weakened or distorted, and just as... there may also be opportunities that are enough to reverse the course of the battle.

For him, the chances of winning in the real world are slim, and this unexpected manifestation of the river of time may be the only chance to break the deadlock.

"Are you trying to escape through time? Or are you trying to drag me down to the bottom of history?"

Li Chenzhou saw through Mo Cang's intentions and sneered, "No matter what you want to do, you can't escape!"

However, Mo Cang acted even faster!

He suddenly poured all the remaining essence of the Immortal King into the Myriad Realms Diagram. This fierce weapon burst forth with a fierce dark light, temporarily forcing open the Gate of Immortality. At the same time, without hesitation, he turned around and stepped into the River of Time.

"boom!"

The river splashes up towering waves, each drop as heavy as an ancient history.

Mo Cang's figure disappeared into the waters of time, instantly becoming blurred, as if he were being washed away to an unknown shore, or as if he were sinking into the endless illusions at the bottom of the river.

Li Chenzhou's eyes sharpened, and he didn't hesitate at all.

"You think the passage of time can stop me from killing you?"

His voice was like a war drum, shaking the waves of time: "Even if I chase you to the beginning of time, to the end of the primordial world, I will surely sever your king's soul today."

Before he finished speaking, the divine light of immortality surged around him, resisting the erosion of the power of time. He also took a step forward, transforming into a blazing battle light, and followed Mo Cang into the river of time.

"Splash!"

The two figures disappeared one after the other, and instantly, the already turbulent river of time stirred up even more terrifying waves.

The river's flow seemed to have become disordered, fragments of the past and future flew wildly, and the gaze of some ancient beings seemed to emanate from the river's deeper depths...

The battlefield of the Boundary Sea suddenly vanished, leaving only shattered spacetime, lingering destructive energy, and that terrifying river, all testifying to the battle that had just taken place.

All the onlookers fell silent, staring blankly at the long river that had taken everything away.

The battle was not over; it had entered an even more dangerous battlefield.

......

Li Chenzhou looked at Mo Cang's back with a mocking gaze. The other party wanted to use the River of Time to deal with him, a cultivator who "had not yet established himself in the realm of Immortal Kings".

He thought that the rejection of the river of time would cause greater trouble for him, a "minor cultivator".

Throughout his journey, when has Li Chenzhou ever feared any so-called ironclad rules?

What about time? Time is also within the Three Thousand Great Daos. Its Dao is to create possibilities from the impossible and to carve out a way out of desperate situations.

Mo Cang thought he had chosen a dangerous path, perhaps able to use the power of time to maneuver and even turn the tide, but little did he know—

"You've chosen a nice burial plot for yourself, so naturally I'll grant your wish!"

Li Chenzhou let out a long laugh, his divine light bursting forth, resisting the rejection and erosion of the "existence in the present world" by the river of time. He took a step forward, closely following Mo Cang, and rushed into that turbid river.