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

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"They... took something from me to fulfill... the young man's wish."

The little one murmured to himself, his voice as soft as a feather, yet it instantly made everyone around him hold their breath.

His eyes were empty and unfocused, as if piercing through the scenery of the lake and mountains before him, gazing at a distant, unreachable place. Fragments of memories, sealed away by the dust of time, finally surfaced from the depths of his mind under the impact of violently fluctuating emotions—broken, chaotic, yet so real they were heart-wrenching.

Its small body began to tremble slightly.

Uncle Li.

The little boy looked up, his face streaked with tears, but he stubbornly refused to cry out. He simply stretched out his hands towards Li Chenzhou.

Li Chenzhou bent down and hugged the small, trembling body into his arms.

The little one buried his face in his chest, muffled sounds coming from inside his clothes, tinged with suppressed sobs:

"I want to know what happened."

There was silence all around.

His friends, who had been offering him comforting words just moments before, fell silent. They looked at each other, unsure what to say. Some had tears in their eyes, while others quietly clenched their fists.

A gentle breeze blew across the lake, ruffling the hem of Li Chenzhou's clothes.

He looked down at the fluffy little head in his arms, feeling the warmth of the small patch of skin on his chest damp with tears, and a complex mix of emotions welled up inside him.

The child finally took the initiative to ask.

It wasn't just innocent curiosity, nor was it a casual question; it was a genuine, earnest, and slightly trembling desire—a desire to know about the buried past.

He knew what those past events were.

That's the story of a bone.

It is the story of a child whose supreme bone was forcibly removed for the sake of another child.

It was a bloody and cruel experience that a four-year-old child should not have to endure.

But the child, nestled in his arms, was trying his best to suppress his trembling and said he wanted to know.

Li Chenzhou gently placed his large hand on the back of the little boy's head, without speaking immediately.

He suddenly felt a pang of regret.

Was I too hasty just now? Should I have waited a little longer? Waited until he's a bit older and stronger?

But the little body in my arms, so light and soft, yet so stubbornly held its ground, refusing to actually cry out.

In the distance, Shi Yunfeng turned his head away and wiped the corner of his eye with his sleeve.

The lake still shimmered, the fish still leaped out of the water, and the carefree birds still sang joyfully in the mountains and forests.

But at this moment, everyone knew—

That little guy who's always smiling, chasing after people for animal milk, and never getting angry when his cheeks are pinched, is trying hard to muster the courage to face the darkest past of his life.

Li Chenzhou lowered his head and softly uttered a single word:

"it is good."

Li Chenzhou gently patted the little one's back. His large hand was warm and strong, patting again and again, as if he wanted to convey all the sense of security to this small body.

"it is good."

He agreed.

The child in her arms has now entered the Blood Transformation Realm and has made great progress in a short period of time—he is only one step away from possessing the immense strength of 100,000 jin.

It's time for him to know those things.

Li Chenzhou looked down at the little one, whose big, dark eyes lifted from his arms, tears still clinging to his face, yet filled with earnestness and anticipation. He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears.

"Your background is extraordinary."

His voice was very soft, but it made everyone around him prick up their ears.

"You are born supreme."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Chenzhou raised his hand and gestured.

In an instant, wisps of chaotic mist seeped from his fingertips, like the primordial energy at the beginning of time, hazy and mysterious. The mist meandered and flowed, gently entwining around the little boy's brow, connecting to the deepest corner of his soul.

Those memories buried by time, those past events that could not be preserved due to childhood and intense pain—begin to slowly emerge under the pull of the chaotic mist.

Between heaven and earth, scenes began to appear.

First, there was a blurry light and shadow, then it gradually became clear—

It was a majestic palace, swirling clouds, and countless bowing servants. At the center of the scene was a newborn infant, carefully cradled in the hands of the crowd. All faces were filled with awe and ecstasy, as if they were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

"Born to be supreme!"

"Our people shall prosper!"

The cheers seemed to transcend time and space, faintly echoing in everyone's ears.

The images flow.

As the baby grew, he became exquisitely beautiful, with delicate features. But always standing beside him was another child—slightly older, with similar features, yet always looking at him with a complex gaze.

And then—

The screen suddenly darkened.

Everyone saw the older child being taken away, saw people whispering around the little one, and saw hands reaching out to the tiny infant…

The little one trembled violently in Li Chenzhou's arms and buried his face even deeper.

Li Chenzhou's hand continued to pat his back gently, one pat at a time, steadily, without stopping.

The video continues.

That scene finally unfolded—the thing that had been forcibly removed, the bone containing endless wonder, was carefully taken out and then... placed into the body of another child.

blood.

The sound of crying.

Endless darkness.

Finally, the infant in swaddling clothes is hastily picked up and embarked on a long journey. Mountains and rivers rush past in the frame, finally stopping before a dilapidated village—

It was Shicun.

The image gradually blurred here, eventually disappearing into the wind.

The world was completely silent.

The people of Stone Village stared wide-eyed at everything. Some were speechless, their mouths agape, while others were already in tears. The children who had been by the little one's side just moments before now clenched their fists, their eyes filled with anger and unbearable sorrow.

They finally understood.

Now I understand why the little one was abandoned at the village entrance.

Now I understand why Shi Ziling and his wife risked their lives to collect the sacred medicine.

And I understand now—that little one who always chased after us with a smile, who never got angry when his cheeks were pinched, who always tried his best to make everyone happy, had actually endured the cruelest thing in the world right after he was born.

The lake breeze was still blowing gently, and the water was still shimmering.

But at this moment, everyone's heart was heavy.

The scene faded into the distance, and the bloody past finally came to an end.

The little boy's face was streaked with tears, his tiny shoulders trembling violently, yet he bit his lip tightly, refusing to let out a sound. The children who had just been with him now had eyes as red as rabbits', and some were already secretly wiping away tears.

"child……"

Shi Yunfeng sighed deeply, his aged voice filled with heartache. To be born with supreme bones—what unparalleled talent, what a glorious lineage! Yet, in that child's hands, it brought the cruelest treatment in the world.

"Don't be sad, little one!"

A chubby-faced child suddenly stood up, clenched his little fists, and shouted, "Those people from Shiguo aren't human! But we're different! We've always been your family! Your brothers!"

"right!"

"We are all your brothers!"

"If anyone dares to bully you, we'll help you fight back!"

The children all stood up at once, shouting at the top of their lungs, their childish voices filled with seriousness and anger. They might not understand what the Supreme Bone was, or what it meant to steal a bone, but they understood one thing—the little one was their friend, and it wouldn't do for anyone to bully him.

The middle-aged women from Shicun Village also gathered around.

"Child, don't be afraid."

"We are all your family, this is your home, and it always will be."

"I've raised you like a son since you were little. Now that you're crying, it hurts me even more than it hurts you..."

They possessed no extraordinary cultivation; they were merely ordinary women in the Great Wilderness. Yet, it was they who, with their roughest hands, brewed the most basic animal milk, raising this tiny child little by little. In those years, every drop of milk the little one drank was fed by them; in those years, every sleep the little one had was in their arms.

For the little one, they had long since stopped seeing him as just a village child—he was like a son to them.

Li Chenzhou squatted down and looked directly into those tear-filled eyes.

He reached out and gently wiped away the tears on the little one's face with his fingertips. The tears were scalding hot, making his heart clench.

Uncle Li.

The little one let out a soft cry, its voice low and hoarse, like that of a wounded little animal.

Li Chenzhou didn't respond, but simply opened his arms and pulled the small body into his embrace.

"It's alright now," he said softly, patting the little one's back gently. "It's alright now."

A gentle lake breeze blew by, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees, and the fragrance of the lake water. The small body in her arms slowly stopped trembling, but remained silent.

After a long silence, Li Chenzhou spoke softly.

Do you hate it?

His voice was very calm, as calm as if he were asking what to have for lunch.

But this question silenced everyone around.

The little one nestled in his arms, remaining silent for a very long time.

Then, he nodded slightly.

That nod was as light as a dragonfly skimming the water, yet it was so powerful that it sent a shiver down everyone's spine.

Li Chenzhou continued to gently pat his back.

"Then I'll take you to the Martial King's Mansion." His voice remained calm, so calm it sent chills down one's spine. "Sweep everything away, raze the entire Martial King's Mansion to the ground, and that poisonous woman's family as well."

He wasn't joking.

If the little one nodded again, he really would lead the child out of the Great Wilderness and towards the Stone Kingdom. What Martial King's Mansion, what prestigious family, in his eyes they were nothing but a bunch of worthless objects.

The group of children who had just had red eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this!

"good!"

"Raze the Prince's Palace to the ground!"

"Me too! Me too!"

"Take us with you!"

A group of kids were yelling and screaming, their blood boiling, eager to rush out of the Great Wilderness and raze that so-called Martial King's Mansion to the ground. They didn't understand cultivation levels or realms—they only knew that someone was bullying the little one, so they had to fight back!

The little boy lifted his head from Li Chenzhou's arms, tears still on his face, and stared blankly at his group of enthusiastic friends.

Then, he looked at Li Chenzhou.

Li Chenzhou was also looking at him, a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"As long as you nod," Li Chenzhou said.

Uncle Li.

"That's not good."

"If we do that, it will be no different from what they did back then..."

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The children looked at each other, their initial passion slowly settling into complex expressions.

"Back then, many people cared about me a lot," the little one said softly, her small voice carrying a clarity beyond her years. "They were very good to me, very good. I can't hate those who were good to me just because I hate some people."

Li Chenzhou looked at him quietly without saying a word.

"I will go to the Martial King's Mansion later." The little one clenched his fist, his voice filled with determination, "I will go there myself and demand an explanation."

He paused, raised his head, and gazed at the vast, desolate mountains and forests in the distance.

"But I have nothing to do with them anymore."

These words were spoken softly, yet they landed firmly on everyone's heart like a stone.

It's not about forgiveness, it's not about forgetting, it's about drawing a clear line.

Those people are those people, and he is him. He will remember the hatred and seek justice, but he will not allow himself to become like them.

Li Chenzhou looked at the small child in his arms, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

There was relief, there was approval, and there was also a hint of inexplicable heartache.

This is what a little one should look like.

No matter what I've been through, I've always maintained that most precious purity and clarity in my heart.

The adults, standing not far away, nodded gently when they heard the little one's choice.

They believed Li Chenzhou had the ability to raze the Martial King's Mansion in the blink of an eye. But they preferred to see the little one make this choice—not out of cowardice, not out of forgetfulness, but to confront that hatred in a more sober way.

Only the children, who had been so excited just moments before, were now somewhat disappointed.

"Little one, are you really not going?"

"We can help you get it done!"

"Yeah, we're not afraid of fighting!"

The little one looked at his friends and suddenly gave a small smile. The smile was somewhat forced, but it was genuine.

"Thank you," he said, "but I'd like to do it myself."

"When I'm powerful enough, I'll go and get justice myself. If you still want to go then, we'll go together."

The children looked at each other, and then—they started yelling again!

"Okay! It's a deal then!"

"Let's go together then!"

"We'll fight for you!"

The little one was surrounded by their enthusiasm, and the smile on his face gradually brightened.

Li Chenzhou stood up and gently rubbed the little one's head with his large hand.

"Alright, stop howling," he said calmly. "This is a long way off; we'll talk about it when the little one's older. Now—"

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Now, let's think about what to eat tonight. The spirit fish in this lake look quite plump."

The children cheered immediately, their earlier heaviness vanished, and they rushed towards the lake.

The little one stood still, watching the group of jubilant friends, and then looked up at Li Chenzhou.

Uncle Li.

"Um?"

"Thank you."

Li Chenzhou looked down at him without saying anything, but simply rubbed his head again.

A lake breeze blows, carrying moisture and the fresh scent of grass and trees.

The sky over our new home is exceptionally bright.

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