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

To be precise, this old man was quite talented to begin with.

In his youth, he was one of the most promising disciples in the Prince Wu's mansion. His cultivation speed far surpassed that of his peers. If it weren't for the unforeseen events that followed, with his talent and perseverance, he might have already been ennobled through his own abilities.

Unfortunately, fate was unkind; the accident not only severely injured him but also banished him to exile.

The second ancestral land is depleted of spiritual energy and lacks resources, making it difficult to even maintain cultivation, let alone break through.

In those years, he could only watch helplessly as his level gradually declined and his dreams became more and more distant. That sense of powerlessness was more despairing than physical pain.

Now that the hardships are over, everything is different.

What benefited him even more, besides Li Chenzhou's marrow cleansing and bone marrow treatment, was the foundation that Shicun had accumulated.

Those primordial precious bones stripped from the Devouring Sky Sparrow and the Qiongqi, and those supreme treasure techniques recorded in the inheritance of the Supreme Hall, each one contains profound laws of heaven and earth.

For cultivators at the Inscription Realm, precious techniques are not only a means of defeating enemies, but also an important guide for comprehending runes and inscribing Dao seals.

Profound and precious techniques often contain the ancient sages' understanding of the great principles of heaven and earth. Studying them is like standing on the shoulders of giants and looking into the distance.

What Ishimura has in abundance now is this kind of "giant's shoulders".

Besides his daily cultivation, the old man would hold a roll of animal hide and ponder it repeatedly, sometimes frowning in deep thought, sometimes clapping his hands and laughing heartily, completely absorbed, as if he had returned to the spirited years of his youth.

He often told those around him that with these precious techniques to guide him, his path to the Inscription Realm was even smoother than when he was in the Spirit Transformation Realm.

As for the adults in the village, they had only recently entered the Blood Transformation Realm before Li Chenzhou went into seclusion, and they hadn't even settled down yet.

Now that he has emerged from seclusion, it is naturally impossible for him to expect them to ascend to the heavens in one step and directly enter the realm of the cave heavens—that is too unrealistic.

But the changes in each person are truly written on their face and etched into their very bones.

Their energy and blood are much stronger than before.

Those men now all had ruddy complexions, bright eyes, and their every move carried a faint sound of wind and thunder.

Their strength has increased several times over. In the past, they needed an axe to chop firewood, but now they can easily break ironwood as thick as a bowl with a flick of their wrist.

Although they did not progress very fast on the path to the Blood Transformation Realm, every step they took was extremely steady and solid.

At the same time, even more adults crossed that threshold, transforming from ordinary mortals into true cultivators.

Among them were hunters and farmers in their prime, as well as women who usually spent their days around the stove and doing needlework.

They put down their spatulas, dried their hands, and squatted down with the children in the martial arts training ground, carefully tracing the bone script stroke by stroke and practicing their qi and blood techniques move by move.

At first, some people laughed at them, saying that women shouldn't be practicing cultivation or meditating.

But before long, those who were making the jokes shut up—because a few talented women were progressing faster than these men.

Needless to say, the children are even more affected.

Some of the older children have already entered the Blood Transformation Realm. Although they are only at the beginning and their blood and qi are not yet fully stable, their spirit and energy are already completely different from that of ordinary children.

They walked with a brisk pace, their eyes sharp, occasionally brandishing their fists at the village entrance, the wind from their punches rustling the leaves. As for the younger ones, although they hadn't officially entered the Blood Transformation Realm yet, their understanding of bone inscriptions was already quite profound.

They can skillfully inscribe more than a dozen basic runes, and can use runes to activate simple magical artifacts. Some of them are even exceptionally talented and have begun to try combining different runes to explore their variations and mysteries.

Throughout the entire stone village, from the old to the young, from men to women, from adults to children,

Everyone is working hard and making progress in their own way. No one is slacking off, no one is falling behind, because everyone can see that the village is getting better day by day, and each of them is a part of that improvement.

Wealth, companions, Dharma, and land—the four most important things on the path of spiritual practice—are all readily available in Shicun today; in fact, it can be said that each one is top-notch.

The treasures include countless precious items left behind by venerable-level ferocious beasts such as the Devouring Sky Sparrow and Qiongqi, unparalleled treasure techniques passed down from the Supreme Hall, exotic fruits from the Spirit Lake, and precious medicines made from true blood.

With Li Chenzhou, a quasi-immortal king, guiding them through their confusion; Liu Shen, an ancient being, protecting and blessing them; Shi Yunfeng, an old clan leader, overseeing their planning; and their great-grandfather, a powerful inscription expert, teaching them by example, they are fortunate to have such a companion.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation Heavenly Technique, the Grass Character Sword Technique, and the Three Thousand Great Daos—which of these isn't a supreme method capable of driving the outside world mad?

The land where Stone Village is located has been covered with layers of formations by Li Chenzhou and Liu Shen. The spiritual energy is so abundant that it has almost condensed into mist, making it comparable to the capitals of ancient kingdoms.

Under these conditions, the overall progress of Shicun Village is undeniably remarkable.

Those villagers, those women and children who once didn't even know what bone script was, have now all embarked on the path of cultivation and become true cultivators.

This small village, hidden deep in the wilderness, can already be described as a village for cultivation.

If we temporarily set aside Li Chenzhou and Liu Shen, these two pillars of strength, Shi Cun's own strength alone is enough to make people take notice.

One of the powerful figures at the Inscription Realm was Little Dot's great-grandfather. He had once been exiled and left to die, but now he has been given a new lease on life.

One of the spirit mediums at the Spirit Transformation Realm was the Azure Scaled Eagle that was on good terms with Stone Village; its cultivation was already considered profound among those at the Spirit Transformation Realm.

One of the elder clan leaders, Shi Yunfeng, was at the Cave Heaven Realm. After recovering from his injuries, his cultivation level rose to a higher level, stepping into the profound realm of the Cave Heaven Realm. In addition, there were many clan members at the Blood Transformation Realm, including adults, women, and children, each growing and progressing in their own way.

With such strength, they could establish themselves anywhere in the Stone Kingdom.

It is not about living under someone else's roof or relying on others' whims, but about standing firmly on one's own feet, so that no one dares to underestimate one's abilities.

The once dilapidated, forgotten village, barely surviving deep in the wilderness, has now been transformed, possessing its own strength and confidence.

"We will never forget Mr. Li's great kindness and virtue." Shi Yunfeng put away his smile, bowed deeply, and his voice was filled with heartfelt solemnity.

He knew better than anyone else that without the person in front of him, Shicun would probably still be that dilapidated, impoverished village.

It was Mr. Li and Goddess Liu who shouldered the burden of this world, pulling them out of the mire and bringing them into the sunlight.

They are the guardians of Shicun Village, and the guiding lights illuminating the way forward.

"Chief, you're being too polite," Li Chenzhou waved his hand, his tone relaxed as if he were chatting casually. "Don't I consider myself one of the villagers?"

Shi Yunfeng paused for a moment, then slapped his thigh and laughed, his eyes reddening with laughter.

"My bad, my old mouth can't keep its mouth shut! I'll punish myself with three drinks, I'll punish myself with three drinks later!"

The surrounding villagers laughed along with them. "Looking for something to read? Check out our recommendations for novels from the Myriad Realms!" Laughter mingled with the rustling of willow branches, spreading warmth through the village entrance.

Yes, Mr. Li has never been an outsider, not even from day one.

"We're all family!" The little one suddenly jumped out of Li Chenzhou's arms, went around behind him, and with a kick of his two short legs, jumped directly onto Li Chenzhou's back.

He wrapped his little arms tightly around Li Chenzhou's neck, hanging on him like a little koala, his face pressed against the back of Li Chenzhou's head, his voice as clear as the sound of a bronze bell ringing at the village entrance.

"We're all family! We're all family!" The children around them joined in the commotion, their laughter filling the air.

Li Chenzhou gently lifted the little boy's bottom to prevent him from slipping, then suddenly wrinkled his nose and abruptly turned his head away.

"Little one, why do you smell so strongly of milk? Did you sneak some animal milk again?"

His voice rose a few octaves, carrying a mischievous "I've got you caught" tone.

"I didn't!" The little one's face turned bright red to the roots of his ears, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, kicking his legs in a panic.

"Little one is five years old! Five-year-olds don't drink animal milk anymore! You're smelling it wrong, that's...that's the smell of a spiritual spring!"

"Spiritual Spring?" Li Chenzhou turned his head and looked at him with a half-smile.

"The spring water is sweet? You're clearly sweet."

The little one opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He forgot that Uncle Li's nose was even more sensitive than a dog's.

He lowered his head, buried his face in the nape of Li Chenzhou's neck, and mumbled, "Uncle Li, you're so mean! You've just come out of seclusion and you're already framing someone!"

"You're being framed?" Li Chenzhou laughed. "Then dare you open your mouth and let me smell it?"

The little one kept his mouth tightly shut, refusing to open it no matter what.

"Hahahaha!" The children around burst into laughter, some clutching their stomachs and squatting on the ground, while others slapped their thighs with laughter.

"Shame on you! Little one, shame on you!" the skinny monkey shouted, jumping up and down, laughing so hard that snot bubbles were coming out of his nose.

"Five years old and still breastfeeding, chasing sparrows, little Hao Hao!" The snotty-nosed child shook his head and made up a rhyme, clapping his hands as he recited it.

"Little Hao Hao who chases sparrows! Little Hao Hao who chases sparrows!" the children shouted in unison, their laughter rising in waves.

The little one lifted his flushed face from the back of Li Chenzhou's neck and glared angrily at his friends.

"You just wait! When I return from my 300,000-mile journey through the wilderness, I'll deal with you all one by one!"

"Oh dear, the little guy's going to get me, I'm so scared!" Skinny Monkey made a face and ran away.

The group of children scattered, laughing and joking, leaving only the little one clinging to Li Chenzhou's back, his face as red as a boiled shrimp.

Li Chenzhou glanced at him sideways, a slight smile playing on his lips, but didn't say anything more.

But he was too proud to admit it and insisted that he wouldn't drink anymore.

Fine, if he doesn't want to drink it, he doesn't want to. Anyway, he can't smell the milk on his body.

As soon as Li Chenzhou emerged from seclusion, the little one clung to him, almost never leaving his side.

Li Chenzhou went to the kitchen, and he followed; Li Chenzhou went to the village entrance, and he followed; Li Chenzhou sat down under the willow tree, and he plopped down next to him, clutching Li Chenzhou's clothes with his little hands, as if afraid that if he let go, Li Chenzhou would disappear again.

Shi Qingfeng came to play with him, but he shook his head; a golden monkey jumped onto his shoulder and scratched his hair, but he waved it off.

Nothing could pull him away from Uncle Li.

Li Chenzhou didn't find it annoying. He would just occasionally look down at the little head pressed against his waist, his lips slightly raised, without saying a word or pushing it away.

He gained a lot from this seclusion. He not only comprehended five or six parts of the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art and the Grass Character Sword Technique, but also managed to refine some things.

The Gate to Immortality holds boundless wealth, but unfortunately, limited by the rules of this space-time, he cannot directly take out those treasures accumulated over countless years.

However, with his abilities, it would be a piece of cake for him to temporarily create some things suitable for the people of Stone Village.

He used the scales and feathers left behind by the Devouring Sky Sparrow and the Qiongqi, along with some rare ores mined from the depths of the Great Wilderness, to forge more than a dozen incomparably sharp magical artifacts.

There are knives, swords, bows, and daggers, each engraved with simplified runes, which even villagers who have just entered the Blood Transport Realm can easily activate.

The runes flowed across the surface of the weapon, faintly radiating the residual pressure of a Venerable Realm beast, enough to make ordinary cultivators' legs go weak.

He combined the true blood of the Sky-Devouring Sparrow, the exotic fruits from the Spirit Lake, and the precious herbs from the mountains in different proportions to refine several pills with different effects.

There are those that boost qi and blood, those that strengthen muscles and bones, those that heal injuries and prolong life, and even a gentle, side-effect-free Peiyuan Dan specifically for children.

The pills were stored in jade bottles, their fragrance filling the air; just smelling them made one feel refreshed.

He also tailored several cultivation methods to each individual in Shicun based on their physical condition and cultivation level.

It's not some unfathomable, unparalleled skill, but rather the most basic, solid, and easy-to-learn technique.

These methods have no fancy names or dazzling special effects, but every step is taken at the most correct point. As long as you practice step by step, your foundation will be more solid than anyone else's.

When Li Chenzhou distributed these gifts to the villagers, everyone's hands trembled slightly as they received the weapons, elixirs, and techniques.

They knew that if these things were left out in the open, any one of them would be enough to make those so-called prestigious sects fight tooth and nail for them.

Mr. Li simply gave it to them as if he were giving a few pounds of meat or a few bolts of cloth to his own family.

Upon returning and seeing the thriving and vibrant development of Shicun, Li Chenzhou was quite happy.

The villagers now all have rosy complexions and are full of vitality; the children who once didn't even know what bone script was can now skillfully inscribe runes; the once dilapidated and desolate little village now has experts at the Inscription, Spirit Transformation, and Cave Heaven realms presiding over it. All of this was built up by him bit by bit.

He has a kind of cultivated... .

It's not condescending charity, nor is it the pity of the strong for the weak. Rather, it's like a gardener watching the saplings he planted grow taller, blossom, and bear fruit day by day, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction and pride.

Under his management and development, a small mountain village has gradually risen from an obscure corner deep in the wilderness to a place of light and power. In the future, it may break free from the wilderness, soar to the heavens, dominate the world, and command the respect of all.

Thinking about it, I'm a little excited.

Indeed, the habit of farming and developing is deeply rooted in human nature.

Even though he once stood at the pinnacle of all the heavens and myriad realms, and even though he is still a quasi-immortal king, the joy he felt deep down—watching a place grow from nothing to something, from weak to strong, from ruin to glory—has never changed.

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