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

On this day, the weather was fine and sunny, the Linghu Lake shimmered, the willow branches swayed gently in the breeze, and the entire Stone Village was enveloped in peace and tranquility.

Li Chenzhou strolled leisurely behind Xiaobudian and grabbed him by the back of his collar.

The movements were fluid and effortless, as if he were not about to throw a child, but rather casually picking up a chick that had stolen some spirit rice.

"Hey? Uncle Li, what are you doing?"

Before the little one could react, he was lifted into the air, his two short legs kicking in vain.

Li Chenzhou did not answer.

With a flick of his arm, he casually tossed the little one out of the village.

The small figure traced an arc, soaring over the stone wall at the village entrance, over the sacred field, and flying straight into the vast wilderness.

"Go."

Li Chenzhou's voice came from behind, unhurried yet clearly reaching the little one's ears.

"Leave your name in the wilderness. You may also choose to approach an ancient kingdom, compete with others, and let the world know your name, Little One."

"ah--!"

The little one was waving his arms and legs in mid-air, his arms spinning like a windmill and his legs kicking faster than a rabbit's, making him look like a frog that had been thrown into the sky.

The wind rushed into his mouth, distorting his little face, but his voice still stubbornly pierced through the howling wind.

"Uncle Li—! I forgot my clay pot—! That's my celestial weapon—!"

His voice was urgent and shrill, carrying the heartbreak of losing a precious treasure.

It was as if being thrown out of the village itself was not important; what mattered was his old earthenware jar, which he used to store animal milk and had a corner chipped off.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the village fell silent.

Shi Yunfeng's hand, which was stroking his beard, froze in mid-air, and his lips twitched slightly.

The skinny monkey opened his mouth wide, forgetting to wipe his snot bubbles.

Shi Qingfeng lowered his head, his shoulders shrugging, clearly trying to suppress a laugh.

Even the little golden monkey was perched on the wall, covering its eyes with its paws, looking like it thought, "I don't know this shameful fellow."

Celestial Soldiers?

That broken pottery jar that he had smashed several times, had three seams glued shut with animal hide glue, and had a crooked five-colored bird drawn on it.

That thing is not even as good as the earthenware pots in the village, yet he has the nerve to call it a "celestial weapon"?

"This little brat really dares to say that."

Shi Yunfeng finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, shaking his head with a look of helplessness and doting affection that said, "My kid is just so arrogant."

"That's right, that's clearly a milk can!" the snotty-nosed kid sniffed and loudly exposed.

"It's still broken!" the skinny monkey added.

The little one's voice had gradually faded into the distance, but the last sentence, "That is my divine weapon—", still echoed in the wind, lingering for a long time, carrying an undeniable stubbornness and... a confidence that was both laughable and exasperating.

Li Chenzhou stood at the village entrance, watching the figure grow smaller and smaller, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Of course he knew it was a milk can; everyone in the village knew it was a milk can.

But the child insisted on calling it a celestial soldier, so be it.

As long as he's happy.

Under the distant sky, the little one finally adjusted its posture, changing from waving its arms and legs to spreading its arms wide, gliding towards the Great Wilderness like a real fledgling eagle.

The wind billowed his robes and tousled his hair, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light, like two ignited stars.

The 300,000-mile journey through the wilderness officially begins at this moment.

"I sent you to hone your skills, not to run into the lair of ferocious beasts and steal their milk!"

He knows this little guy too well.

At five years old, he still couldn't be weaned. He couldn't resist the sight of animal milk. If he passed by the lair of a ferocious beast and smelled the milk wafting from inside, he would forget all about training and focus solely on how to get his hands on that nest of animal milk.

A process of refinement should look like a process of refinement.

Carrying a milk jug and drinking animal milk, swaying and staggering for 300,000 miles, what kind of tempering is that?

That's called a picnic.

Under the distant sky, the little one finally steadied himself, his feet hovering in mid-air, riding on a gust of wind that seemed to have been borrowed from somewhere.

He turned his head, his little face showing a wronged expression, and shouted at Li Chenzhou, "Uncle Li, what are you saying! Am I that kind of person?"

Li Chenzhou didn't speak, he just looked at him.

Feeling guilty under that gaze, the little one lowered his voice and muttered softly, "...I only ever take a small bite when I'm passing by."

"Not even a single bite." Li Chenzhou's tone left no room for negotiation.

"Half a bite?" the little one bargained, his eyes sparkling.

Not even a single drop.

The little one pouted, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

He lowered his head, looking at his empty hands, then suddenly raised his head again, gazing longingly at Li Chenzhou.

"Then...then where's my divine weapon? If you won't let me drink beast milk, at least give me back my divine weapon! Without it, how am I supposed to train?"

Li Chenzhou's lips twitched.

Celestial Soldiers.

He really treated that broken pottery jar like a treasure.

"Come back and collect it yourself after you've traveled 300,000 miles."

The little guy opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but a gust of wind blew him over and over.

He scrambled to steady himself, his hair a mess, his face a picture of utter disarray.

"Uncle Li, wait for me! I will definitely finish my journey! When I do, you must return the celestial weapon to me and also boil a big pot of beast milk for me!"

The sound still lingered in the wind, but the person had already drifted away with the wind.

Three hundred thousand miles is enough for him to travel.

By the time he comes back, he should... probably... maybe... be able to wean, right?

Li Chenzhou thought for a moment, then laughed to himself.

That's unlikely.

One by one, the villagers put down their work and gathered at the village entrance.

The skinny monkey stood on tiptoe, craning his neck, snot practically dripping into his mouth, but he didn't bother to wipe it. He kept muttering, "Little one, you'd better come back soon! You promised to teach me how to make Five-Fish Milk!"

Shi Qingfeng stood at the back of the crowd, quietly gazing at the sky and at the small figure that was almost out of sight, and softly said, "Come back soon."

The golden monkey perched on the wall, its usually bright and lively eyes now fixed on the horizon.

It didn't know what 300,000 miles meant, nor did it know what tempering meant. All it knew was that the little guy who played with it every day, tickled its itch, and secretly fed it spirit fruits had been thrown out.

Squeak.

It barked twice, its voice tinged with grievance.

It's as if he's asking: Why didn't he take me with him?

The women stood in twos and threes, some wiping their eyes, others talking in hushed tones.

"This child is five years old but still acts like a baby. How will he manage all by himself out there?"

"Exactly, exactly. He can't even mend his clothes. Who's going to sew up the holes in them?"

"Don't worry about it, the little guy is very clever. Last time he even made a pot of Five-Fish Milk himself."

"Really?"

"Why would I lie to you? The aroma wafted through half the village; even my dog ​​was drooling with envy."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Laughter eased some of the sorrow of parting, but everyone's eyes still couldn't help but look towards the horizon.

There's nothing left there.

Blue sky, white clouds, and occasionally a large, unidentified bird flies by. The little one's figure has long since disappeared into the vast horizon.

"This child will definitely steal some animal milk again," Shi Yunfeng suddenly said, shaking his head with a helpless smile.

The willow branches swayed gently in the wind, scattering dappled green light. Those light showers landed on everyone's shoulders, like silent blessings, or quiet protection.

The little one is gone.

But his laughter still seemed to echo at the village entrance.

His milky scent seemed to still linger in the air.

His earthenware jar still lies quietly in the corner of the kitchen, waiting for its owner to return.

Three hundred thousand miles.

When he passes away, this village will surely be even more lively than it is now.

Li Chenzhou leaned against the willow tree, his eyes reflecting a tiny figure running around in the wilderness.

From the moment he threw the child, he kept staring at the ball. He kept saying he would work on it, but deep down he couldn't let go.

At that moment, the little creature was lying on the edge of a cliff, its two short legs bracing against the loose rocks, half of its body leaning out to look down.

A faint, milky scent wafted from the bottom of the cliff. He snorted, his whole body seemingly bewitched, and he scrambled down the cliff using both hands and feet. His movements were so practiced that one might suspect he had rehearsed countless times back in Stone Village.

Li Chenzhou slapped his forehead, the sound muffled as it escaped through his fingers.

"What kind of monster have I raised...?"

Before I came, I was repeatedly told not to steal animal milk.

As a result, he was exposed for what he truly was only half a day after leaving the village.

Its nose is more sensitive than a dog's; it can pinpoint locations accurately from dozens of miles away.

The little guy had successfully sneaked into the nest. He squatted down next to the ferocious beast cub, quickly dipped his hand in some milk and put it in his mouth, his little face instantly shining like a little sun.

Then, he took out a pottery jar from his pocket.

That old pottery jar with a broken corner, which he solemnly called a "celestial weapon." This guy actually "refined" another one.

Li Chenzhou took a deep breath, gently swiped his fingertip across the crystal, and captured the entire scene.

Another treasure has arrived in our warehouse.

When this little thing grows up He became some kind of supreme being who shook the world, and then he released this part to let everyone see what it was all about.

The glorious deeds of this great man when he was five years old.

The willow branches gently brushed over his head, their emerald light soft and warm.

"This child is quite lively," Liu Shen said casually.

Li Chenzhou raised his head, looked at the ancient willow tree with its lush branches and leaves, and remained silent for a moment.

"Liu Shen, you speak very eloquently."

Stealing milk is called being lively, so is scaling a wall called being agile?

Is fighting considered courageous and determined?

Li Chenzhou silently added insult to injury in his mind, but said nothing more.

He changed the subject and carefully examined Liu Shen's current appearance.

When I first arrived in Luan Gu, this willow tree was pitiful, with only a tender branch left, its trunk charred black, and its divine fire flickering on the verge of extinction.

Looking at it now, dozens of branches have sprouted, with layers of emerald green leaves swaying gently in the wind like an open jade umbrella. Most of the scorch marks on the trunk have faded, and the new tissue gleams with a warm luster.

"You've recovered really well."

Li Chenzhou gave a sincere compliment.

For someone like Liu Shen, once she gets through the most difficult low point, the road ahead becomes much easier.

With his memories restored and energy no longer an issue, he directly tore open the dimensional barrier and drew power from the endless void to replenish himself.

The willow tree's branches swayed gently, but there was no response.

It has always been like this, unassuming and unpretentious.

Li Chenzhou then looked at the little one, who had already filled the earthenware jar and was tiptoeing out, a satisfied smile on his face, as if he had stolen some dried fish, his mouth almost reaching his ears.