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

"For now, only the House of the Initial Realm will be open." The Sage's voice echoed from within the tower once more, neither too loud nor too soft, yet clearly reaching everyone's ears. "Once the conditions are met, the Houses of Other Realms will be opened one after another."

The atmosphere in the crowd changed abruptly upon hearing this.

Many people were taken aback at first, then their faces showed complicated expressions. Only the House of the Initial Ground was open, which meant that no matter who you were or what level of cultivation you were, you could only enter this tower for trials with the cultivation of the Blood Moving Realm.

Those venerable ones, kings, and regional giants, who usually stand high above others and whose every move can make mountains and rivers pale in comparison, will all be brought back to square one here.

Everyone starts on the same starting line. The competition is not about realm, magical artifacts, or backing, but about the most fundamental thing: understanding power, comprehending the laws, and how far one can go at the most basic level of Blood Transfer Realm.

Some frowned, some pondered, while others' eyes lit up.

Those old cultivators who had been stuck at their bottlenecks for many years, and those powerful individuals who had stagnated at higher realms, suddenly saw a brand new possibility.

The Blood Transformation Realm is the starting point of cultivation, but also the stage most easily overlooked.

Many people rush through it without ever truly taking the time to ponder the ultimate state of being.

Now, this tower is forcing them to look back and re-examine their foundations. If they can gain new insights from the Blood Transformation Realm, perhaps those bottlenecks that have held them back for years will loosen.

The Fire Emperor frowned slightly, then relaxed.

He stepped forward, bowed slightly towards the tower gate, and said in a steady and respectful voice, "Senior, what are the specific conditions that need to be met? Please enlighten me."

His question reflected the most pressing question in the minds of everyone present.

What are the conditions? Is it time? Number of people? Someone achieving a certain accomplishment? Or does some external event need to occur?

Everyone's ears perked up, and they even deliberately held their breath. All those greedy, curious, and eager eyes were fixed on the open door and the mysterious void behind it.

No one urged them on, no one made a fuss, and even the humanoid beast that had been full of resentment just moments before quieted down, its ears perked up, waiting for an answer.

The wise sage's voice came from inside the tower again, this time not as an explanation, but as a set of rules.

"With the emergence of a world number one at the current level whom I acknowledge, and a sufficient number of astonishing individuals, I see that the Eight Domains are qualified to open the House of the Next Realm."

"Otherwise, turning it on would be a waste."

As these words fell, a brief silence descended upon the void once more. But this silence was different from the previous one. Before, it was filled with doubt and hesitation; now, it was one of shock and deep contemplation.

Number one in the world.

Currently, he is the best in the world.

These five words are like five heavy hammers, striking the heart of everyone one by one.

Which of the cultivators present wasn't arrogant and proud?

Which one of them isn't a standout among countless competitors? But the title of "number one in the world" carries too much weight.

It was so serious that even those arrogant and haughty geniuses dared not utter it easily.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't dare. Because everyone knows that there are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding. You might be a king in this region, but in another region, you might not even make the top ten.

But now, this being says he wants to acknowledge someone as the best in the world.

It wasn't self-proclaimed, nor was it something promoted by some force; rather, it was a truly invincible existence recognized by him within the Blood Transfer Realm.

Those young prodigies' eyes lit up.

Even those ancient monsters who had lived for countless years had a glint of shrewdness in their murky eyes.

They don't care about empty fame; what they care about is that tower—only when the world's number one appears, only when enough amazing talents emerge, can the trial chamber of higher realms be opened.

In other words, whether they can enter the trial grounds for the Spirit Transformation, Inscription, Array Formation, or even the Venerable Realm depends on the performance of the Blood Moving Realm group.

Someone suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with a strange bitterness. How could it be that these high and mighty kings and venerable ones had to rely on a bunch of mere Blood-Moving Realm kids to pave the way for them?

But upon further reflection, I felt relieved. This being's rules never consider status or cultivation level; they only consider whether you have the ability.

So what if you're at the Blood Refining Realm? To be the best in the world within the Blood Refining Realm is itself a talent that transcends realms.

The Fire Emperor stood at the very front, his gaze deep and unfathomable. He didn't turn around, yet he seemed to feel the scorching gazes behind him.

He knew that from this moment on, the landscape of the Eight Regions was truly about to change.

Those grassroots geniuses who were once buried, ignored, or suppressed by powerful forces will have the opportunity to shine in this tower. Because this entity values ​​not your origins or background, but your strength, your potential, and your character.

"A sufficient number of astonishing talents." Someone murmured, repeating the phrase, their brow furrowed. How many would be enough? Ten? A hundred? Or a thousand? No one knew. But everyone understood that this would be a storm sweeping across the entire Lower Realm's Eight Domains. Those geniuses still in seclusion, still lying low, still quietly cultivating, would all be awakened by this news, would all flock to this tower, and would all give their all in the Blood Transformation Realm trial. Because this wasn't just about their personal destiny, but also about whether the entire Eight Domains could unlock higher-level opportunities.

Who will become the number one in the Blood Removal Realm?

Upon hearing this, the Fire Emperor frowned slightly, stepped forward, cupped his hands, and asked, "Senior, there are currently no trials to gather the geniuses from all walks of life and test their abilities. How can we determine the number one in the Blood Transformation Realm? We can't just rely on each family's self-promotion or on who has the loudest reputation, can we?"

His question was exactly what everyone was thinking.

The title of "Number One in the World" carries too much weight. Without a fair, open, and convincing evaluation method, it is likely to attract endless controversy and infighting.

Some will disagree, some will question, and some will try to sabotage it. At that point, the significance of opening this tower will be greatly diminished.

Zhisheng's voice drifted out, calm yet carrying an undeniable certainty.

"I will select one cultivator from the entire Eight Domains and bestow upon him the title of the number one cultivator in the Blood Transformation Realm."

There were no trials, no arenas, no layers of selection. That being would choose personally. With a single sentence, the rules were set. No one asked "Why?" anymore, no one said "It's unfair." Because the words of that being were fair.

His vision was divine will. He didn't need to explain his selection criteria to anyone, nor did he need anyone's consent. The person he chose was the best in the world.

Anyone who disagrees can go and argue with him—if anyone has the guts to do so.

The Fire Emperor paused for a moment, then nodded deeply and retreated.

He got it.

This entity is not hosting a competition, nor is it organizing a selection process.

He was announcing a result. With his methods, his vision, and his understanding of the Great Dao, he could see through the depth, level, and quality of all the Blood Transformation Realm cultivators in the entire Eight Domains at a glance.

He knows better than anyone else who is the real gold and who is the sand, and who is qualified to carry the banner of "Number One in the World".

In the crowd, some people lowered their heads, some clenched their fists, and some had flames of resentment burning in their eyes.

They didn't know who that being would choose, but they knew that the chosen one would ascend to the heavens in one leap. Not in terms of cultivation, but in terms of fame and opportunity.

Who dares to disagree with the one personally recognized as "Number One in the World"? And who could possibly disagree?

The Sage's voice continued, this time with a clearer tone: "Whether a cultivator is still in the Blood Transformation Realm or has already broken through to a higher level, as long as he displays enough amazing talent and foundation at this stage of the Blood Transformation Realm and catches my eye, then he is qualified to be crowned with the title of 'Number One in the World'."

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the older generation of powerful figures in the crowd flashed with a sharp light.

I thought this title was just a toy for young people, but I never expected that people like them who have already surpassed the Blood Moving Realm would also have a chance!

Those older generation cultivators who laid an unparalleled foundation in the Blood Transformation Realm, and those reclusive powerhouses who failed to become famous due to bad luck, now had the flame that had been dormant in their hearts for many years rekindled.

The Sage paused, his voice carrying a hint of knowing-it-all laughter: "As for the reward—the world's number one in the Blood Transformation Realm will receive one Immortal Dao Treasure Technique, which they may choose. The world's number one in every subsequent realm will receive the same treatment."

Immortal arts and techniques! Choose one! These words were like a meteorite crashing into the deep sea, stirring up a raging storm.

That was an unparalleled inheritance that transcended mortal cognition, a legendary supreme method that touched upon the laws of immortality.

Throughout the eight regions, countless ancient clans have exhausted their resources but still cannot acquire even one sect.

Here, as long as you become the best in the world, you can choose whatever you want, whatever suits you best and what you desire most.

Even more exciting is that this reward is not limited to the Blood Realm.

Spirit Transformation, Inscription, Array Formation, Venerable One… at each realm, there will be a strongest being personally crowned by the Sage of Wisdom, and each realm will receive an unparalleled reward that drives all living beings mad. This is not a fleeting moment, but an eternal rule that runs through all stages of cultivation.

If you miss out on becoming the number one in the Blood Refining Realm today, you can compete again in an even higher realm tomorrow.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

The young prodigies clenched their fists, their eyes blazing with fighting spirit; the seasoned experts remained composed, yet a barely suppressed desire surged deep within their eyes; and the old cultivators, nearing the end of their lives and who had thought they had no hope of advancing any further, straightened their backs once more.

They may no longer be able to prove themselves in the Blood Transformation Realm, but in the Spirit Transformation Realm, Inscription Realm, Array Formation Realm... as long as they reach the pinnacle in a certain realm and gain the approval of that being, then the immortal treasures will be within their grasp!

In the void, starlight suddenly shone brightly, as if echoing the storm that was about to sweep across the eight regions.

The open tower gate, faintly visible in the light, resembled a silent behemoth opening its jaws, awaiting countless seekers to enter.

No one questioned anymore, and no one whispered among themselves.

In everyone's heart, there is only one burning fire—the fire of striving for victory, the fire of unwillingness to accept defeat, and the infinite desire for the supreme glory of being "number one in the world".

As soon as the Sage finished speaking, a strange change occurred in the boundless void.

It wasn't a sudden storm or a thunderous roar, but rather a series of images appearing out of thin air and unfolding like a vast, boundless scroll being unfurled between heaven and earth.

In the scroll, a true dragon soars into the sky, its body swirling around chaos, its long roar shattering the stars in the heavens; the Kunpeng spreads its wings, its wings like clouds hanging from the sky, rising straight up ninety thousand miles, stirring up endless winds and clouds; the immortal phoenix is ​​bathed in fire, its crimson feathers burning the heavens, each flap of its wings scattering divine radiance, the aura of rebirth permeating the void. There is also the Taotie swallowing the sky, the Zhuyan splitting the earth, the Qilin treading on auspicious clouds, the Xuanwu carrying mountains... one scene after another flows endlessly, each strange phenomenon corresponding to a legendary supreme treasure technique.

These images are not static, but alive.

The scales of the true dragon opened and closed, the wings of the Kunpeng flapped, and the flames of the immortal phoenix leaped.

The whistling sounds, the flapping of wings, and the crackling of the flames seemed to transcend the barriers of time and space, truly resonating in everyone's ears.

Those were not ordinary images; they were traces of the Dao, manifestations of the laws, fragments extracted from the long river of time by that being with supreme power, capturing the original essence of these immortal techniques.

Everyone was deeply shaken.

It wasn't just shock, it was a tremor deep in their souls. Those legendary creatures, those names that existed only in ancient books, were now vividly present before their eyes.

Although it was just a phantom, and only a fragment of its essence, the aura and the pressure it exerted made many people present feel weak in the knees, almost to the point of kneeling down.

Immortal Taoist Treasure Techniques.

These four characters are known to everyone in the Eight Regions. Yet, not a single person has ever actually seen them.

Those ancient traditions and lost methods mostly exist only in oral legends, in yellowed animal skin scrolls, and in the drunken sighs of older generations of cultivators.

Some say that the magical arts of immortals are the legacy left by ancient immortals, some say that they are fragments of laws that were naturally born at the beginning of the world, and some say that they are the key to transcending the mortal world and directly accessing the path to immortality.

But no one has seen it with their own eyes, and no one can verify it.

Now, they are right before our eyes.

It is not a yellowed animal hide, nor a vague legend, but a living manifestation imbued with primal spirit.

The roar of the true dragon still echoed in the void, the wings of the Kunpeng still tumbled in the sea of ​​stars, and the flames of the immortal phoenix still burned in the chaos. Everyone was watching, everyone was listening, and everyone was greedily capturing every detail of those scenes, trying to glean something from them.

The words of the Sage of Wisdom still echoed in their ears: the number one in the Blood-Moving Realm can choose any immortal treasure technique.

Choose one. It's not random, it's not a reward, it's your choice.

If you desire the true dragon's treasured arts, you will become the true dragon's successor; if you desire the Kunpeng's treasured arts, you will inherit the Kunpeng's legacy; if you desire the immortal phoenix's treasured arts, you will possess the opportunity for rebirth.

At that moment, everyone's eyes turned red.

Those old monsters whose lifespans were nearing their end, those cultivators who had been stuck at their bottlenecks for many years, those young people who considered themselves geniuses, and those leaders of their respective forces, all stared intently at the changing scenes, their minds filled with the same thought—I want to become the number one in the world, I want to obtain the immortal treasures.

But then, a new question arose in the minds of many. Immortal arts, immortal arts... what is immortality?

Everyone present knew that above the gods there was a true god, and above the true god?

They had heard of the Venerable One, of divine fire, of the True God, but the word "Immortal" was too distant, too ethereal.

In the eight realms below, even gods are now just legends, and true gods exist only in the oldest ancient texts.

As for immortals... what realm is that? What kind of existence is that?

Someone couldn't help but whisper to the person next to them, "What is an immortal? Is it an existence above the gods?"

No one could answer. Because no one knew. There had never been any records of "immortals" in the history of the Eight Regions.

Those ancient stone carvings, those tattered animal hides, those folk songs passed down by word of mouth, at most only mention "the true God".

Above that, there was only emptiness. It was as if this world had never given birth to anything surpassing a true god.

But at this moment, the wise sage said that there are immortal treasures here.

It wasn't the path of gods, nor the path of true gods, but the path of immortals. This meant that the level at which that being stood far exceeded their comprehension. It also meant that the opportunities within that tower far exceeded their imagination.

The flames burned in my eyes, and longing boiled in my heart.

No matter what immortals are, no matter how distant that realm is, as long as one obtains the precious techniques of immortality, one will have the possibility of touching that realm. This was the most genuine and fervent thought in the hearts of everyone present.

In the void, those images continued to circulate. The roar of the true dragon gradually faded into the distance, the figure of the Kunpeng slowly dissipated, and the flames of the immortal phoenix transformed into a rain of light that filled the sky.