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

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Rejected by the river of time, Li Chenzhou returned to the present world.

His gains from this trip back in time were immense. He not only comprehended the Great Destiny Technique but also gained a comprehensive understanding of the Dao of the various kings. Furthermore, he refined the Immortal King Mo Cang and acquired all of his Dao Fruits and magical treasures.

Li Chenzhou's eyes shone with joy. When he became an immortal, he stepped into the pinnacle of immortality. Now, he was close to becoming an immortal king, and even the most powerful immortal king was no match for him.

He could foresee that when he stepped into the realm of Immortal King, he would definitely be the absolute king of the Immortal King realm.

"You can't escape!"

A murderous roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and the nearby sea surged with towering waves.

"Where is Mo Cang? Has Mo Cang fallen?"

In the blink of an eye, a Celestial King stood above Li Chenzhou, his face cold and his killing intent overwhelming.

"You have the aura of Mo Cang on you." The man stared at Li Chenzhou and muttered to himself, "Stunning, truly stunning, but you also have the aura of the pseudo-Heavenly Court on you."

"If that's the case, then you might as well die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's large hand swept down, unleashing his full power.

How could someone who had not yet become an immortal kill a Celestial King be treated with normal standards? Therefore, this Celestial King's first move was one of certain death.

Li Chenzhou's expression was solemn. This person was very familiar, because he had seen this person on the Immortal King Battlefield just a moment ago.

The supreme giant.

Seeing the Dark Immortal King's massive hand reach out, he sighed slightly. He was no match for him; forcing a confrontation would only lead to certain death.

The Gate of Immortality shone brightly, and Li Chenzhou vanished in an instant.

The Dark Immortal King's expression changed, and he searched the world for any trace of Li Chenzhou, but found no trace of him at all.

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The night swallowed the heavens and the earth, the mountains lay prostrate, and the entire land was shrouded in boundless darkness.

During the day, the wilderness still has some human presence, but at night it is completely silent, with no trace of mortals.

Every now and then, the roars of ferocious beasts would tear through the long night, and primal and bloody battles would unfold.

Every now and then, a huge black shadow would sweep across the mountain ridge, soaring straight into the sky, the wind whipped up by its wings strong enough to crush the mountain peaks.

This is the night in the Great Wilderness.

This place is forbidden to all living beings; only ancient remnants and peerless experts dare to roam this land.

However, in this dark corner, deep within a mountain range, a faint light shone.

Compared to the darkness that enveloped the world, the light was very faint, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

But if you get closer, you will see that what is shining is not a lamp, but a willow tree.

There was a person lying under the willow tree.

The charred tree trunk looked as if it had survived a great calamity, with only a tender branch hanging down, radiating a clear, shimmering light, swaying quietly in the raging darkness.

half!

Perhaps even "half" is barely acceptable.

That tree could not be called a complete tree at all. Its trunk was more than ten meters in diameter and stood as tall as a mountain base, but it had been completely carbonized, charred black, and lifeless, as if it had been burned by heavenly fire, leaving only this broken body rooted in the earth.

From this charred trunk, only a single willow branch hangs down.

Just one.

But this willow branch was lush and vibrant, bursting with life, which contrasted sharply with the charred trunk.

It is precisely this that radiates light, its halo spreading outwards.

In this desolate, all-consuming darkness, such a striking point of light is like a beacon in the silence.

It naturally attracted attention.

However, no matter how those figures gazed down from the low sky, they ultimately chose to retreat.

That solitary willow branch seemed to hold a taboo.

Their gaze lingered briefly on the halo of light before disappearing into the darkness. As for the human figure at the base of the willow tree, in their eyes, it was no different from the surrounding barren land, empty and not worth paying any attention to.

Stone Village.

Under the shade of a tree, in an open space, dozens of children were stretching their fists and feet in the rising sun.

These children were only four or five years old, and the oldest was only about ten years old. Their faces were flushed and beads of sweat rolled down their cheeks, but they were all earnestly swinging their fists.

Their movements were clumsy, yet they possessed a stubborn spirit. Though the sound of their movements cutting through the air was weak, it subtly stirred the surrounding air currents.

As they inhaled and exhaled, faint white vapor emanated from their mouths and noses, like a young dragon swallowing the rosy clouds.

At the front of the field, a middle-aged man stood with his back straight as a spear, his eyes like lightning, scanning the figures of each child.

His face was bronze, and his palms were covered in calluses. He was speaking in a deep voice: "When the sun rises, all things come to life. At this time, the innate essence of heaven and earth is at its peak. It is the perfect time to temper the muscles and bones and nourish the blood and qi."

"Pay attention, everyone! Every bit of hard work you put in now is laying a solid foundation for your future! In this vast wilderness, only the strongest among yourselves can survive!"

After saying this, he strode into the line of children, clapping and pressing with his hands to correct their crooked postures.

"Do you understand?"

The middle-aged man stamped his foot and shouted.

"clear!"

All the children blushed and responded with all their might.

Upon seeing this, a barely perceptible softening crossed the man's stern face.

These children are the future of the village. By laying a solid foundation now, they will become the backbone of the village.

Of course, the premise is... that they can grow up safely.

Just then, a childish voice rang out, a full half-beat late.

"I understand!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tiny, wobbly little boy at the end of the line, clenching his tiny fists and trying to puff out his chest.

He looked no more than one or two years old, fair-skinned, like a jade dumpling, with a trace of milky white liquid still stuck to the corner of his mouth, obviously having just finished drinking milk.

He somehow managed to sneak into the line and started mimicking the gestures meticulously.

"Hmph... Ha!"

His face turned bright red, and he made mumbled shouts. His arms and legs waved weakly, his movements completely disorganized, and his body swayed from side to side with all his might, as if he was about to fall over at any moment.

But those big, dark eyes were exceptionally bright, revealing a seriousness, their pupils darting around as they secretly imitated the postures of others.

His adorable appearance immediately eased the previously solemn atmosphere in the room.

Several older children couldn't help but burst out laughing, and even the middle-aged man in front of them softened for a moment.

Under the sunlight, the little one seemed to radiate a layer of light, like a piece of innate treasure, exuding a trace of spirituality.

Everyone in the village loves this little guy.

"Hey, hey... I'm so tired..."

After practicing for a short while, the little one ran out of strength and collapsed to the ground with a "thud," uttering a series of indistinct babbling sounds.

He stared with his big, dark eyes at the older children who were still practicing diligently, but after only a short while, his attention was drawn elsewhere.

A five-colored bird!

The sparrow's colorful plumage shimmered with a faint glow in the sunlight, instantly capturing his gaze.

The little one's eyes suddenly lit up, and forgetting his fatigue, he stood up unsteadily and took short steps to chase after him.

"Bird...bird!"

He chased after it eagerly, but his steps were unsteady, and he stumbled several times, getting covered in grass clippings and dust. In the end, he failed to touch even a single feather of the nimble sparrow.

But this little one is strange; when he falls, he gets up by himself, without crying or fussing, and continues to happily chase after that leaping colorful shadow, playing happily by himself.

"Ugh... I can't keep up anymore, huff, huff..."

After chasing for a while longer, he finally collapsed to the ground, his small chest heaving as he stared at the direction where the five-colored bird had disappeared, his eyes still sparkling with unfinished wonder and joy.

He was indeed too young; the joyful chase had exhausted his strength.

At this moment, he could only sit there, his little face tilted back, his dark eyes fixed on the colorless sparrow.

Before long, the morning exercise ended, and wisps of smoke rose from chimneys all over the village, with calls for dinner to be made echoing throughout.

The little one's ears twitched, and he immediately came to his senses.

The five-colored bird that had attracted him in the sky no longer mattered. He turned around and staggered toward the stone house, his mind only on that sweet taste.

"Little one, come and eat!"

Just as I reached the front of the house, the old clan chief's voice rang out, the timing was perfect.

In front of the old man was a rough earthenware jar, from which steam rose slightly, filling the air with a rich and mellow milky aroma, mixed with a faint fragrance of herbs and vibrant energy.

This is the animal milk prepared for him every day.

Everyone in the village knows that this child has no parents and was raised on the milk of all kinds of animals.

Logically speaking, once they reach the age where they can run and jump, they should have been weaned and started eating meat, but the little one just loves it and can't give it up no matter what.

The old clan chief looked at his expectant eyes, but just smiled and shook his head, continuing to cook this milk pudding for him every day.

"The little one's nursing again!"

Upon seeing this, the village children immediately started making a ruckus, their shouts full of good-natured teasing.

The little boy, however, was completely oblivious to his embarrassment. His eyes were fixed on the jar of milky white clay. He sniffed hard with his little nose and then eagerly moved closer to the jar, making a satisfied murmur.

After breakfast, the old clan chief got up and left the stone house.

The little one's eyes darted around, and when he spotted the rough stone bowl by the stove, a "good idea" popped into his head.

He tiptoed and carefully scooped the remaining milk from the earthenware jar into the stone bowl until it was almost full. Then, satisfied, he picked it up and tiptoed out the door.

Although the clan elder never stopped him from drinking milk, he also wouldn't let him think about it all day long.

I'll secretly save some now, so I can have a sip whenever I crave it later.

Although he would most likely not be able to resist and drink it all in one go.

The old clan chief, Shi Yunfeng, naturally caught a glimpse of the thieving figure outside the house. A smile appeared on his face, he shook his head, and did not speak to stop him. Instead, he turned around and went to discuss matters with several strong men in the village.

Here, the little one hugged the stone bowl, which was a bit too big for him, and ran all the way with his short legs.

Strangely enough, the bowl full of milk swayed slightly with his steps, yet he ran quite steadily and never fell down once.

The gentle essence contained in the milk of a hundred beasts nourished his muscles and bones, making his body far more agile and balanced than it appeared.

He ran to the vicinity of the charred willow tree at the edge of the village before stopping and looking around furtively.

The village is only so big, and when he ran to this conspicuous spot with the bowl in his hand, he was naturally spotted by many villagers.

The village is only so big, and when he ran to this conspicuous spot with the bowl in his hand, he was naturally spotted by many villagers.

But when everyone saw it was him, and noticed what he was tightly protecting in his arms, they all smiled knowingly and no one said a word to disturb them.

Village pets have their own special privileges.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the little one felt relieved.

He looked down at the stone bowl in his arms, the rich aroma of milk filling his nostrils.

After running all this way, I feel... hungry again.

I want to drink.

As he thought this, his little hands had already picked up the stone bowl, about to bring it to his lips.

However, he stopped moving.

"Huh? Is someone... sleeping?"

He saw that there, a person was lying there.

The little one tilted his head, reached out his little hand to scratch the top of his fluffy hair, and then looked up at the few drooping, tender branches that were dripping with emerald green.

Although he was ignorant, he knew that this willow tree was a sacred spirit to Stone Village.

Normally, the villagers treat them with reverence, and no one would approach them without reason.

He instinctively hugged the stone bowl in his arms tighter, as if trying to draw courage from the milky aroma, and then took small steps, tentatively walking towards the figure under the willow tree.

It is within the area protected by the spirits and should be safe.

With that one step, many subtle traces of time seemed to be deflected by those tender steps.

The little boy ran to the willow tree and approached its roots. The spirit was usually quiet and did not refuse people; villagers could approach it for worship or when necessary.

"ah!"

Once the little one could clearly see the person under the tree, he let out a soft cry.

"So beautiful."

The little one's big eyes widened instantly, staring intently at the person without blinking.

With his limited vocabulary as a young child, he could only utter this most straightforward praise, even after racking his brains.

"There doesn't seem to be such a person in the village."

The little one tilted his head back and looked up at the willow tree above.

A few tender, glistening branches drooped down, shimmering with the glow of the sunset, gently brushing across the area below, bringing a sense of tranquility.

The spirit of the sacrifice agreed to let this person lie under the tree, so there shouldn't be any problem, right?

He looked down at the person again, and the slight wariness in his heart easily dissipated.

People who don't reject spirit offerings are definitely not bad people!

The minds of young children, untouched by the ways of the world, possess their own simple logic of judgment.

He held the stone bowl and moved a few steps forward.

Strangely enough, faced with such a completely unfamiliar existence, the little girl felt no fear or distance, but rather a natural sense of closeness.

Of course, at his current age, he cannot understand what "breath resonance" or "source attraction" means. He only vaguely feels that he is willing to get close to this person.

Finally getting closer, the little one squatted down and found that the person was still motionless, as if asleep in another world, unaware of everything around him.

The little one tilted its head, looked at the person, then looked down at the animal in its arms, a hint of struggle flashing in its eyes, which was then replaced by kindness.

"Grandpa Chief once said... if a person is thirsty while sleeping, you can give them some water."

Naïve logic works smoothly at this moment: if water is drinkable, then animal milk, which is even better and more useful than water, is certainly even better to drink.

This is simply a matter of course.

He seemed to have found a perfect reason for himself, and a generous expression immediately appeared on his small face.