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

The myriad celestial phenomena slowly dissipated; the roar of the true dragon, the flapping of the Kunpeng's wings, and the fiery bathing of the immortal phoenix all receded into the depths of the void like a tide, leaving only faint aftertastes echoing in the starry space.

The crowd was still reeling from the shock and remained stunned for a long time.

However, before they could catch their breath, the boundless void changed once again.

A colossal map of light unfolded, filling the entire sky. On it stretched mountains and rivers, a vast wilderness, ancient kingdoms, cities scattered like stars, and boundless seas.

Every mountain peak, every river, every forest, every city was so clear it seemed almost within reach. It was not a painting, not a mirage, but a living, dynamic map of the entire eight regions.

A miniature view of the eight regions!

Some people gasped in surprise, some gasped, and some instinctively took a half step back.

They saw the Fire Kingdom, the Stone Kingdom, and the lands where they had lived for thousands of years, but now they were like models on a sand table, held up in the void by that invisible hand.

An indescribable sense of insignificance rose from the bottom of their hearts—the territory, power, and land they usually took pride in were nothing more than a drop in the ocean in the face of this luminous picture.

An invisible wave surged out from the open tower door, silent and incredibly fast.

The ripples spread outwards from the initial point, like waves on water. They swept across the boundaries of the Realm of the Gods, penetrated the barriers between reality and spirit, swept over the capital of the Fire Kingdom, swept over the mountains and rivers of the Stone Kingdom, waded through the primeval forests deep in the Great Wilderness, and crossed the towering peaks of the ancient divine mountains.

It is silent, formless, and intangible, yet everyone seems to sense its presence—it's a feeling of being scrutinized, as if an invisible pair of eyes descends from the heavens, taking in the entire lower realm.

That fluctuation was probing everything.

It is scanning every city, every village, every cave, and every secret place.

It senses the aura of every living being, the cultivation level of every cultivator, and the strength of every wisp of blood and qi.

It is searching, filtering, and comparing—from billions of living beings, to find the one in the Blood-Moving Realm who will be recognized by the Sage of Wisdom as the number one in the world.

This method is too horrifying.

Among those present were powerful figures, monarchs, and overlords of ancient sacred mountains. They considered themselves knowledgeable and experienced, but at this moment, they all fell silent.

It's not that I don't want to talk, it's that I don't know what to say.

How vast is the entire Eight Regions? How numerous are the billions of living beings?

Even the most powerful Venerable One could not possibly travel to every corner of the Eight Realms in a lifetime.

That being, with just a ripple, brought the entire Lower Realm's Eight Domains into their perception. This was a power they could neither understand nor even imagine.

"Is this...is this an investigation of the entire Eight Domains?" someone murmured to themselves, their voice filled with disbelief.

No one answered him, because everyone had already arrived at the same conclusion. The images on the light maps were slowly changing, mountains and rivers shifting, cities rising and falling, as if an unseen hand was turning the pages of a giant atlas.

Every spot swept by the wave would light up faintly on the light map, then dim again.

The faint light seemed to be marking, or perhaps eliminating. It swept across the lairs of ferocious beasts deep in the wilderness, across the deep palaces of the ancient capital, and across the secret realms hidden within the formations.

Nothing can escape its detection, nothing can escape its perception.

"This really is a search for the number one Bloodstained Realm expert in the world..."

They knew that being was unfathomable, but they never expected that the other party's methods would reach such a level.

No trials, no arenas, and not even anyone needed to register. A single fluctuation brought the entire Eight Domains into the assessment.

The light on the image was still flashing, and the fluctuations continued to spread.

Some people stared nervously at the faint lights, secretly praying that they would be chosen; some lowered their heads, not daring to look any longer, as if looking at them would expose their insignificance; some clenched their fists, their knuckles turning white, their eyes filled with resentment and longing.

They didn't know what the standards of that being were, whether he valued foundation, potential, combat power, or something else they couldn't comprehend. But they knew that person would soon be found.

In the vast emptiness, no one spoke. Only the starlight flowed silently, only the faint light on the chart flickered uncertainly, only the open tower door quietly awaited the chosen one.

What kind of being could explore the entire Eight Domains?

This question, like a venomous snake, burrowed into the minds of everyone present, refusing to leave.

They witnessed the wave sweep across the heavens and earth, saw the mountains and cities on the map of light light up one by one, and saw that the entire lower realm had no secrets before that power. But the clearer they saw, the more intense their fear became.

Gods?

Some people subconsciously thought of this answer, but then shook their heads.

Not enough, far from enough.

The Fire Kingdom has produced gods, and there are beings in the ancient divine mountains who have ignited divine fires, but can those so-called gods really do that?

No. Their divine sense can only cover a country at most, and to be able to encompass a region is already defying the heavens, let alone to simultaneously bring all eight regions under their perception. This is no longer a matter of the strength of divine sense; it is a crushing defeat on a level, a fundamental difference.

Some people recalled those ancient legends, legends about the true God.

Legend has it that the divine fire of the true god only went out after his death, the power of the true god was enough to sweep across the eight regions, and the will of the true god was enough to change the color of heaven and earth.

But even a true god, could do such a thing?

A single ripple, silent and stealthy, without alerting anyone or triggering any restrictions, revealed the true nature of billions of living beings. This was no longer a matter of power; it was an absolute control over the laws of heaven and earth, a method that transcended mortal understanding.

So what level of cultivation does this being possess?

No one can answer.

Those usually aloof and powerful figures now wore solemn expressions, their eyes filled with awe. They suddenly realized how ridiculous their previous speculations about that being had been.

What gods, what true gods, are they not even worthy to carry the shoes of that being?

The Fire Emperor stood at the very front of the crowd, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

He suddenly remembered something Huo Ling'er had said—"Uncle God." That was what his daughter called that being. Thinking about it now, how childish that term was.

Gods? How could that being be defined by gods? Perhaps even the word "gods" is a desecration of that being.

In the void, the light image continued to slowly rotate, and the fluctuation continued to spread.

No one spoke again, because everyone had realized one thing—the being standing behind them was someone they could not fathom.

All they could do was look up, revere, and seize the opportunity bestowed upon them by that being, climbing upwards with all their might.

The invisible wave was still spreading across the eight domains, and the mountains and cities on the light map were still lighting up one after another, but everyone's thoughts had already shifted from being shocked by the methods to expecting the outcome.

Who will be chosen by this unfathomable being?

Who is qualified to carry the banner of "Number One in the Blood Removal Realm"?

This question was like a fire burning in everyone's heart. Those young prodigies clenched their fists, their eyes filled with fighting spirit.

They may not have been chosen yet, but they have already made a vow in their hearts—if it's not me this time, then next time, and the time after that, there will always be a time, and one day, it will be me.

Those older generation powerhouses who had long surpassed the Blood Transformation Realm remained calm, but a complex light churned deep within their eyes. They didn't care about empty fame, but they cared about the recognition of that being.

To be personally praised as "the best in the world" by such a being is an honor far more precious than any title or honorary designation.

The whispers among the crowd gradually subsided, replaced by a tense, expectant waiting.

Everyone stared at the image of light, at the still flickering glimmers, as if wherever that light fell, that would be their future direction.

Someone couldn't help but whisper to the person next to them, "Who do you think it could be?"

No one can answer.

Because no one knows the criteria for that being. Is it the one with the most solid foundation? The one with the strongest combat power? The one with the greatest potential? Or... something they simply cannot comprehend?

They could only wait, wait for that name to be uttered from the tower, wait for the chosen one to stand before them.

The beam of light came without any warning.

It burst forth from the open tower gate, as thick as a pillar of heaven, its entire body radiant, as if it had condensed all the starlight of the entire Void God Realm into a single beam.

The beam of light was incredibly fast. One moment it was gathering in front of the tower gate, and the next it had pierced through the void and disappeared at a certain point on the Eight Domains Light Map.

All eyes were fixed on the beam of light, watching it disappear into the vast, desolate depths of the light map.

After a brief silence, the beam of light receded, still too fast for anyone to react. And when it returned to the tower gate, there was another person inside the beam of light.

It was a tiny figure.

He was lifted up by a beam of light and slowly rose into the sky, hovering above everyone's heads.

He was not very big, you could even say he was small – at just over five years old, he was only about the waist of an adult.

His hair was disheveled, his face was covered in dust, his robes were patched, and his shoes were worn through. In his arms, he held a broken earthenware jar, steam rising from its mouth and emitting a faint milky aroma.

He clearly hadn't realized what was happening yet.

A pair of big, dark eyes blinked blankly. He looked down at the dense crowd below, then at the open tower gate in the distance, his little face filled with confusion. He scratched his head and mumbled in a childish voice, "Huh? How did I start flying?"

In the void, there was utter silence.

Everyone stared blankly at the tiny figure suspended high in the air, their mouths slightly agape and their eyes nearly popping out.

Those local overlords, ancient kingdom monarchs, ferocious beasts from ancient sacred mountains, and old monsters who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years, were all frozen in place, their minds blank.

Is this the chosen one, the number one Blood Transformation Realm expert in the world?

A baby... still drinking milk?

The aroma of milk wafting from that broken earthenware jar could be smelled from a great distance.

The grime on his face wasn't from travel, but rather from rubbing it on while he was stealing food. His patched robe and worn-out shoes made him look exactly like a wild child who had run away from some poor mountain village.

Yet this little guy was precisely pulled out from the vast sea of ​​people in the Eight Domains by that beam of light, and was personally selected by that unfathomable being as the number one in the Blood Moving Realm.

Some people want to laugh, but can't.

Some wanted to question it, but swallowed their words. Because that figure floating in the void, though young and short, when their divine senses tentatively swept over it, they felt an unfathomable power of blood and qi, as deep as an abyss.

That small body seemed to contain an ancient ferocious beast, ready to unleash earth-shattering power at any moment.

With a single arm swing, he could weigh 120,000 jin (60,000 kg).

This number simultaneously surfaced in the minds of those important figures. It represented the limit of the Blood Transformation Realm, a height that countless geniuses could never reach even after a lifetime of effort. And this five-year-old child had achieved it.

"This person is the number one in the Blood Transformation Realm."

The Sage's voice emanated from within the tower, still calm as still water, yet carrying an undeniable certainty. The voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present, like a pronouncement of the will of Heaven, unalterable and unquestionable.

In the void, the small figure still hovered high above, holding a broken pottery jar, looking blankly at the dark mass of people below.

He clearly hadn't figured out why he'd suddenly been pulled from the depths of the wilderness to this place, nor did he understand why the adults below were staring at him with the kind of look one might give a monster.

"The number one Blood Refining Realm expert in the world... is this child?"

Someone muttered to themselves, their voice filled with disbelief.

They had assumed that the person chosen by that being, even if not a renowned prodigy, should at least be the direct disciple of some reclusive old monster, possessing a respectable background and demeanor.

But the one in front of me... had hair that looked like a bird's nest, a dusty face, patched clothes, and was holding a chipped pottery jar in his arms.

This is hardly the best in the world; he's clearly just a wild kid who ran off from some random, poor mountain village in the wilderness.

The milky aroma wafting from the earthenware pot could be smelled from a great distance. The child still had a ring of white milk stains around his mouth, clearly indicating he had just been drinking milk.

They originally thought that someone who could be chosen by that being must at least be weaned, right? After all, the number one in the Blood Transformation Realm sounds like a majestic and awe-inspiring figure.

But this little guy in front of me exudes an aura of "I'm still being breastfed".

"Wait—could he be that guy who 'loves to eat animal milk'?"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd exclaimed in surprise.

The voice carried a look of sudden realization and shock, as if it had finally connected two completely unrelated things.

The exclamation was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples. More and more people began to scrutinize the small figure, finding it increasingly familiar.

That messy hair, that chubby face—isn't this the little guy in the Realm of the Illusory Gods who carries a milk jar everywhere he goes and asks everyone he meets, "Do you have any animal milk?"

"Loves eating animal milk the most," this title is known to everyone in the Realm of the Gods.

It wasn't because of his high level of cultivation, but because of his extremely peculiar hobbies.

In this spiritual world where the strong are respected, while others are busy challenging masters, comprehending runes, and vying for opportunities, he spends his days dangling his short legs, asking all over the world where the best beast milk is.

Some people have seen him squatting by the roadside, looking at a jar of animal milk with a devout expression, as if it were not some kind of drink, but the most precious celestial brew in the world.

Some people have seen him chase a female beast for hundreds of miles just to snatch a can of freshly squeezed animal milk, and he actually managed to catch up with it. Others say that this guy feels uncomfortable if he doesn't drink milk for a day, and several times while fighting on the challenge platform, he would suddenly pull out a can of milk, take a swig, and then his fighting power would surge, beating his opponents to a pulp.

At this moment, these rumors surged into everyone's minds like a tidal wave. Those jokes that once seemed absurd now all made sense. This little guy who was pulled out of the Eight Domains by the pillar of light, this child who was handpicked by that being as the number one Blood-Moving Realm cultivator in the world, is none other than the famous "Little Tyrant of Beast Milk" from the Void God Realm.

The little one was still swinging his legs high in the air, savoring the lingering fragrance of the beast milk he had just tasted.

Suddenly, he heard someone below shout the words "I love eating animal milk," and his little face turned bright red.

The red color spread from the base of her neck all the way to the tips of her ears.

"It's not me! I'm not the one who loves drinking animal milk! You've mistaken me for someone else!"

He waved his hands frantically, almost knocking the can of animal milk out of his arms. He quickly hugged it tighter, carefully protecting it.

This series of movements was so fluid and skillful that it was outrageous; it was clear that he had done this kind of thing many times before.

"Still denying it? What are you holding in your arms?" Someone in the crowd couldn't help but laugh, pointing at the broken pottery jar and asking with a smile.

The little one looked down at the pottery jar in his arms, then looked up at the person's smiling face, and his face turned even redder.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say, "This is a celestial weapon," but swallowed the words back.

Because the earthenware pot was still emitting a milky aroma, so fragrant that he himself wanted to take another sip. He simply couldn't bring himself to tell that lie.

"I...I'm just thirsty! Is it wrong to drink water? Is it any of your business?"

He struggled for a long time before finally managing to utter this sentence, but his voice grew softer and softer until it was barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz, and he couldn't even convince himself of it.

Laughter gradually increased in the void.

In the distance, Huo Ling'er was laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight. Clutching her stomach, tears welling in her eyes, she pointed at the frantic little figure high in the sky, and said haltingly to the Fire Emperor beside her, "Father...look at him...hahaha...he still won't admit it...hahaha..."

The Fire Emperor glanced helplessly at his daughter, then looked up at the little one who was still desperately denying it, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

This kid is really... so interesting.

Hearing the laughter below, the little boy wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground. He hugged the pottery jar and shrank back, but the beam of light held him high up, leaving him nowhere to hide.

He could only bury his face behind the pottery jar, revealing only his small, bright red ears, and muttered in a low voice, "I really... don't really like drinking animal milk..."

"If it's him, then the title of 'Number One in the Blood Transformation Realm' does have some credibility."

"Indeed, breaking records in the Void God Realm makes him a very strong young man."

Regardless of Xiaobudian's denials and whispers among themselves, those who knew some things about Xiaobudian still quite approved of him.

Those important figures stared at the little one, and also learned something from the conversations of others.

Now we know who this person who loves to eat animal milk is, and what glorious deeds they have accomplished.

Those deeds did indeed make them agree and acknowledge that the child was a promising junior.

However, the title of "Number One in the Blood Removal Realm" still made many people feel uncomfortable.

Those local overlords, ancient kingdom giants, and ferocious beasts from ancient sacred mountains all had different expressions at this moment, their eyes filled with complex emotions as if a bottle of mixed flavors had been spilled.

They acknowledged that the little guy was indeed exceptionally talented, that he had broken records in the Void God Realm, and that he possessed astonishing strength at the age of five.

But to make them willingly accept being the number one Blood-Moving Realm expert in the Eight Domains with a baby still drinking milk on their heads—they simply cannot do it.

"Records from the Realm of the Void Gods?" Someone sneered, their voice low but carrying a hint of defiance. "When we were young, who didn't break a few records? Who didn't leave their name in the Realm of the Void Gods? Which record on that list hasn't been broken and altered again and again? You think you can convince the world with just that?"

As he finished speaking, quite a few people in the crowd nodded secretly.

Those older, powerful figures, those giants who once dominated the Blood Transformation Realm, all felt a strange pang of sadness at this moment.

They weren't jealous of a child, but rather felt that the title "Number One in the World" was too heavy a burden, too heavy to be so lightly bestowed upon a five-year-old.

No matter how talented or how great his potential, if he hasn't experienced a real life-or-death struggle and defeated all his challengers in front of a huge audience, then his title is undeserved.

The whispers grew louder and louder, with voices of doubt, dissatisfaction, and sarcasm rising and falling like a pot of water about to boil.

Although those important figures didn't say it explicitly, their shifty eyes, tightly pursed lips, and slightly clenched fists all silently conveyed the same meaning—we are not convinced.

Just as the commotion was about to spiral out of control, the Sage's voice rang out from inside the tower once more. The voice was not loud, but it was like an invisible mountain crashing down, crushing all the noise to dust.

"He loves eating beast milk and is the number one blood-transfer expert in the Eight Domains."

His tone was calm and even, yet every word he uttered sounded like a judgment from heaven, leaving no room for doubt or alteration.

"If there are no challengers, he will obtain the Immortal Treasure Technique and fully unlock the House of the Initial Land."

The sound boomed and reverberated through the void, causing even the twinkling stars to tremble.

It pierced through the eardrums of the crowd, penetrated the barriers of the spirit, and crashed straight into the depths of everyone's soul. It was not coercion, not intimidation, but an unquestionable declaration—the rules have been set, and whether you obey or not, there is no room for bargaining.

Anyone who feels this is unfair is welcome to stand up and challenge it.

No one is stopping you. But if no one dares to fight, then he will surely accept the title of "Number One Under Heaven".

The void was deathly silent.

Those who had been mocking him just moments before all fell silent. They could disagree, they could question, but when it came to actually standing up and challenging that little guy—they hesitated.

It wasn't because they were afraid of losing, but because they knew in their hearts that even if they won, it wouldn't be a fair victory.

What level of cultivation are they at? How many years have they lived? Fighting a five-year-old child—winning is dishonorable, losing is even more shameful.

Moreover, that little guy could swing 120,000 jin with one arm, breaking the record in the Void God Realm. Even when they were in the Blood Moving Realm, they might not have been able to defeat him.

The little one hovered high in the air, its face flushed red.

From the tips of his ears to the base of his neck, his face was as red as a boiled shrimp. He heard the voices of doubt, and he also heard the sage's declaration.

He didn't really understand what "number one in the world" or "immortal techniques" meant. All he knew was that everyone was watching him, and those gazes contained resentment, jealousy, scrutiny, and something that made him feel uneasy.

He huddled around the broken pottery jar, shrinking himself as if he wanted to hide. But the beam of light held him up, leaving him nowhere to hide.

He could only lower his head, bury his face behind the pottery jar, revealing only his two bright red little ears.

The aroma of milk was still wafting from the can, filling his nose, making him want to drink it but also too embarrassed to.

"I...I never said I wanted to be the best in the world..." he muttered softly, his voice muffled, as if it were coming from a jar. "Uncle Li made me do it...If you're not happy, go find Uncle Li..."

Unfortunately, no one heard his mutterings.

Those important figures are still silent, still weighing their options, still considering whether or not to stoop to challenge a five-year-old child.

The little guy could only hold his ceramic pot and wait awkwardly high in the air, waiting for the verdict of "if there is no challenger".

Being the best in the world is too much trouble; it's better to just chase birds and drink milk in the wilderness.