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

Apart from the Devouring Sky Sparrow, which struggled at the very beginning, the other three Venerable Realm beasts were like chicks being grabbed by the scruff of their necks, without even a chance to flap their wings.

The culprits who caused more than two years of unrest in the Great Wilderness simply disappeared.

There was no fierce fighting, no prolonged standoff, and not even a decent resistance.

The four ferocious beasts at the Venerable Realm level were wiped clean of their presence from this land, as if they were dust that had been casually brushed away.

The ferocious beasts that had been stirring up trouble just moments before, incited by Qiongqi and the Devouring Sparrow, have now completely calmed down.

They had already rushed out of the cave, bared their fangs, and were ready to wreak havoc on the Great Wilderness in exchange for the chance to enter the Primordial Divine Mountain. But now, they stood frozen in place, staring wide-eyed at the Gate of Immortality, at the four Venerable Ones who were bound and unable to move, their blood running cold.

You can't reason with a ferocious beast.

They are not very intelligent and cannot understand good and evil or right and wrong. They only know that the strong prey on the weak and that they will listen to whoever has the bigger fist.

You can't reason with them, but you can calm them down.

Physical calm.

Those four Venerable Ones suspended in mid-air by chains of light were the best calming agents.

Even the big boss who gave the orders was taken down in one fell swoop, so what's the point of these little minions rioting?

Should we rush up and deliver the food?

Am I just an extra for that being?

A large black bear quietly withdrew its outstretched paw and turned to disappear into its cave.

A pack of ferocious wolves covered in bone spurs silently turned around and disappeared into the dense forest with their tails between their legs.

The demonic bird that had been circling high in the sky folded its wings and plummeted into the distant ravine like a stone, never daring to show its face again.

slip away.

I can't stay in this wilderness any longer. It would be so much better to find a place to sleep.

Forget about mountain treasures, ancient sacred mountains, and the bloodbath in the wilderness; to hell with them all!

Isn't it good to be alive?

The entire wilderness returned to deathly silence in a very short time from the brink of riot. The ferocious beasts ran even faster than they had come, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving only footprints and trampled grass and trees as proof that they had been there.

The Great Wilderness has finally fallen silent.

The chains of light slowly retracted, and the four Venerable Realm beasts, which were tightly bound, were thus hung on the frame of the Gate of Eternal Life.

The Sky-Swallowing Sparrow, the Qiongqi, the Zhuyan, and the Little Red Bird, one after another, hung swaying at the village entrance like four strings of fruit blown down by the autumn wind.

The people of Shicun quickly gathered around.

"Oh!" the little one suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the bright red bird, his eyes shining as if he had discovered a new continent.

"It's Xiao Hong!"

He ran quickly to the light chain under which the little red bird was hanging, looked up, and stared intently at the little red bird's appearance with his big, dark eyes.

The feathers were still red, their fiery color shining brightly in the sunlight, but the wings were tightly bound by chains of light, and the whole body was unable to move.

"Little Red, why are you being hung here by Uncle Li?"

The little one's voice was clear and loud, carrying a pure curiosity.

He genuinely had no idea what had happened; he just felt that the little red bird looked strange today—why was it hanging on the door?

Are you playing some new game?

The little red bird was entirely red—red feathers, a red beak, red claws, and even the power flowing within it was red flames.

Only those eyes, clear and bright, were staring intently at the little one, and slowly rolled their eyes.

Don't you know how I ended up hanging here?

Wasn't it that guy from your village who did it?

Did you do this on purpose?

You must have done this on purpose, right?

The little one scratched his head, feeling that Little Red's gaze was a bit strange today.

The way she rolled her eyes made it seem like she was disgusted with him.

He hasn't done anything bad lately. He's been drinking his animal milk on time, doing his homework on time, and he didn't even trample on the village's vegetable garden when he was chasing the five-colored sparrow.

He thought for a moment, then spoke again.

"Xiao Hong, did Uncle Li hit you?"

Upon hearing this, the little red bird's eyes widened instantly.

Its feathers stood on end; if it weren't bound by the light chains, it probably would have jumped right up.

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!

Do I even need to ask if I look like I've been beaten up?

Can't you see I'm tied up here?

Didn't you see that the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow's wings were torn apart?

You're asking me if I got beaten up?

Isn't that obvious?

You're rubbing salt into my wound!

They even stepped on it twice!

Pour some more animal milk on it!

How can a little kid's words be so irritating?

You're only four years old! Shouldn't a four-year-old be innocent, cute, and speak as sweetly as honey?

Why do all your words feel like knives, stabbing right into my heart?

The little red bird glared angrily at the tiny creature, the meaning in its gaze couldn't be clearer.

Who did you learn from?

It didn't need to guess to know the answer. The man standing at the village entrance, arms crossed, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, was calmly watching this scene, as if he were watching a spectacle that had nothing to do with him.

The little red bird's gaze swept over Li Chenzhou, its resentment deepening.

I knew I learned it from you.

Seeing that the little red bird didn't speak, the little one leaned closer and whispered, "Little Red, does it hurt a lot? Last time I fell, Uncle Li blew on it and it didn't hurt anymore. Do you want me to blow on it for you too?"

The little red bird closed its eyes.

It didn't want to talk anymore.

It just wants to be quiet.

It doesn't matter who Jingjing is; what matters is that she shouldn't see this little brat again.

However, the little red bird gradually relaxed.

It glanced furtively at Li Chenzhou standing at the village entrance, then looked at the little one squatting in front of it, and the tension in its heart finally eased a bit.

I played with this little guy, chased after finches, and even pooped on his head once.

There shouldn't be any bloodshed this time.

It thought this, but then an indescribable sadness welled up inside it.

It's truly tragic.

I, the dignified Fire Kingdom's Sacred Spirit, a descendant of the Vermilion Bird at the Venerable Realm, a renowned figure in the Great Wilderness, now have to rely on my friendship with a mere brat to survive.

If this gets out, what will the people in the Fire Country think?

Will those worshippers who once venerated it feel that their worshippers were too incompetent?

The little red bird closed its eyes, not wanting to think about it anymore.

Forget about saving face, isn't it good to just live?

"If Xiaohong had stayed in the village back then, how could she have been beaten by Uncle Li now?"

The little one squatted under the light chain with the little red bird hanging from it, his little hands supporting his chin, his little mouth constantly muttering to himself.

His tone carried a hint of smugness, as if he were the wise man who had foreseen everything.

"What did I tell you? The outside world is dangerous, but you wouldn't believe me. Now look what's happened, hanging here, unable to even spread your wings. Aren't you stupid?"

The little red bird closed its eyes, not wanting to pay attention to him.

But once the little guy started talking, he couldn't stop. He rested his chin on his hand, staring at the little red bird with his big, dark eyes for a long time, then suddenly his eyes lit up and he became excited.

"Xiao Hong! Did you discuss your departure with Uncle Li beforehand? Were you going to go undercover and then take them all down at the right moment?"

His voice rose several octaves, his little face filled with the excitement of discovering a shocking secret.

"Are you a bestial rapist?"

The more he listened, the more he realized how reasonable it made him, and he was so excited he almost jumped up.

"So that's why you were in such a hurry to leave! You were on a secret mission! That's why you deliberately mingled with the Devouring Sky Sparrows, deliberately fought them for over two years, deliberately found out all their secrets, and then when Uncle Li made his move, you pretended to be captured, actually working from the inside!"

The little guy's ramblings got more and more outrageous, but he didn't realize it at all. Instead, he got more and more excited as he talked, and his little face turned red.

"Xiao Hong, you're amazing! You've been acting for over two years! No wonder you fight with them every day, it's all an act! You must have done it on purpose, deliberately losing to them, deliberately stalling for time, all to wait for Uncle Li!"

The little red bird finally opened its eyes and looked at the little one with an extremely complicated expression.

How can this kid have such a wild imagination?

It was clearly left with nowhere to go and was hung here, so how did it become a ferocious beast committing adultery?

It clearly couldn't beat those three, so how did it become acting on purpose?

It was clearly taken care of by Li Chenzhou in the middle of things, so how did it become an inside-outside collaboration?

But when it opened its mouth, it couldn't make a sound.

The optical chain is too bundled It couldn't even make a sound.

It could only roll its eyes and close them again.

Whatever makes you happy.

When Little Dot saw that the little red bird was silent again, he scratched his head and thought that he must have guessed correctly.

"Don't worry, Xiaohong, I'll put in a good word for you with Uncle Li. You've done such a great service, he definitely won't make things difficult for you."

He stood up, brushed the dirt off his pants, and turned to run towards Li Chenzhou.

"Uncle Li! Uncle Li! I'm telling you, Xiao Hong is an undercover agent..."

The little red bird listened to the fading footsteps, its heart filled with mixed emotions.

It suddenly realized that being hung here wasn't the worst thing.

The worst part is that she'll be raped by this little brat, who will mistake her for a ferocious beast.

However, the little one's words penetrated the minds of the other three ferocious beasts.

Do you know that terrifying being?

Did you almost stay in this village back then?

This is very suspicious!

Qiongqi, Tuntianque, and Zhuyan all turned their eyes to the little red bird.

There was suspicion, scrutiny, and a hint of anger at being betrayed in his eyes.

Although the Sky-Devouring Sparrow was bound by the chains of light and unable to move, its blood-red eyes still glared at the little red bird, as if questioning something.

Tell me, did you commit bestiality?

Were you an undercover agent sent by that village from the very beginning?

You deliberately fought with us for the mountain treasure, deliberately fought for more than two years, and deliberately pretended to be fighting desperately, but were you actually tipping off that being?

Once we lower our guard and that being makes a move, you'll coordinate from within and without to wipe us all out?

No wonder you always manage to escape our sieges, no wonder you've been fighting for over two years and still aren't dead, no wonder that being tore off the Sky-Devouring Sparrow's wings the moment he made his move.

So it was you! So it was you, the traitor!

The three ferocious beasts' gazes grew increasingly malevolent. If they weren't bound by the chains of light, they probably would have already pounced on the little red bird and torn it to pieces.

The little red bird froze, feeling the three burning gazes.

It slowly turned its head and looked at the three "companions" who were judging it with their eyes. It had a million curses in its heart, but it didn't know whether it should say them or not.

He really wasn't an undercover agent.

It was really just bad luck. It just so happened that it had met that village a few times, played with that little brat a few times, and happened to run into that being when it was fighting for the mountain treasure.

But all these "just right" things together do sound very suspicious.

The little red bird opened its beak, as if to explain.

The optical chain is too bundled It couldn't even make a sound. It could only shake its head desperately, trying to express its innocence with its eyes.

No, let me explain!

I'm really not a mole!

That kid is talking nonsense! He's just a four-year-old brat, do you really believe what he says?

But the three ferocious beasts clearly didn't believe it.

They watched the little red bird shake its head, and instead took it as a sign of guilt. A cold smile even flashed in the Devouring Sparrow's blood-red eyes, as if to say: Keep pretending.

The little red bird closed its eyes in despair.

It finally understood one thing.

Being hung here isn't scary, nor is being called a spy by that little brat. What's scary is that the other three ferocious beasts actually believed it.

That's it, it can't clear its name even if it jumps into the Yellow River.

"The descendants of the Vermilion Bird are indeed cunning!"

Two cold glints shot from the Sky-Devouring Sparrow's blood-red eyes, its gaze filled with a desire to skin the little red bird alive.

Its wings had been torn off, and it was now hanging from the frame of the Gate of Immortality, its wounds still oozing blood.

But compared to the physical pain, the anger of being betrayed was even more unbearable for it.

It remembered that more than two years ago, when news of Shanbao had just spread, this little red bird had appeared deep in the wilderness.

It thought the other party was just competing for opportunities like itself, but now it seems that it was a trap from the very beginning.

The descendant of the Vermilion Bird deliberately approached them, deliberately fought with them, and deliberately battled for more than two years, all to lull them into a false sense of security, and then wait for that terrifying being to make its move and wipe them all out.

Qiongqi didn't speak, but its pair of emerald green, sinister eyes were fixed on the little red bird, filled with a chilling killing intent.

It secretly vowed that if it had the chance to escape, it would make this cunning descendant of the Vermilion Bird pay the price.

Zhu Yan's three heads turned towards the little red bird at the same time, its six eyes filled with anger and contempt.

What it hated most was betrayal. After fighting for more than two years, although they were rivals, it at least considered the little red bird a worthy opponent.

Now I realize that it was all an act.

It turns out that Zhu Yan was being made a fool of.

"Cunning, so very cunning."

The three heads spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping, causing the void to tremble.

The little red bird felt those three gazes that seemed to want to devour it alive, and all its feathers stood on end.

It shook its head frantically, trying to explain, but the light chains bound it too tightly. It couldn't even make a sound.

It's not what you think! I'm really not a traitor! You believe that little kid? He's only four years old!

But the three ferocious beasts clearly didn't believe it.

The Sky-Devouring Sparrow sneered, its blood-red eyes filled with mockery. "Keep pretending, go ahead."

Even at this point, they're still pretending to be innocent. The descendants of the Vermilion Bird are truly born actors.

Qiongqi's gaze grew even colder. It was already plotting that once it escaped, it would make this cunning bird wish it were dead.

Zhu Yan's three heads sighed simultaneously.

Having been deceived for over two years, it felt it might be the dumbest beast in the world.

The little red bird closed its eyes in despair.

It finally understood one thing. Being hung here wasn't scary, nor was being called a spy by that little brat.

What's terrifying is that the three ferocious beasts actually believed it. What's even more terrifying is that it had no way of explaining it.

Even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn't clear his name. But in the wilderness, there was no Yellow River, only that chain of light and three eyes that seemed to want to tear it apart.

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up in the little red bird's heart.

It suddenly realized that the thing it regretted most in its life was not fighting with the three ferocious beasts for the mountain treasure, but why it went to that village, why it played with that little brat, and why it pooped on his head.

If time could turn back, it would definitely be far away from that village, far away from that little brat.

But it's too late to say anything now.

It could only wail silently in its heart.

The little red bird was utterly desperate.

That's it, it's probably impossible for it to shake off the label of "bestial rapist".