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

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Inside the Tower of Immortality, the boundless void unfolded once more. The little one was guided into the tower by a pillar of light, passing through layers of chaotic mist, and landing on a stone platform suspended in the center of a sea of ​​stars. The platform was small, only a few feet in diameter, yet it was entirely white, radiating a warm luster, as if carved from celestial jade. Around the platform, stars circled, and galaxies descended, each star like an eye, silently watching the tiny figure on the platform.

The little boy, clutching the pottery jar and the rolled-up animal skin, stood on the stone platform, looking around curiously. This was his first time truly entering the interior of the Eternal Life Trial Tower; before, he had always been taken away at the entrance. He saw the stars slowly rotating, the Milky Way flowing silently, and in the distant void, he saw palaces appearing and disappearing, some as majestic as mountains, some as delicate as boxes, some floating in mid-air, some hanging upside down from the dome. He was dazzled by the sight, his little mouth agape, unable to close for a long time.

"Wow..." he exclaimed sincerely. "Uncle Trial Tower, your house is huge!"

From the void, the voice of the Sage of Wisdom drifted back, still calm as still water, yet carrying a barely perceptible hint of amusement. "This is the inner world of the Gate of Eternal Life, not my home, but your Uncle Li's."

The little one blinked, seemingly understanding but not quite. "Uncle Li's? Then that's mine! I'm Uncle Li's successor, so Uncle Li's things are mine!"

Zhisheng was silent for a moment, seemingly stunned by the little guy's shamelessness. Then his voice rang out again, tinged with helplessness. "You certainly know how to take advantage of a situation."

The little boy chuckled, his missing front tooth making a silly grin that shone brightly under the starlight. He placed the pottery jar on the stone platform, then held up the rolled-up animal hide and unfolded it before him. Runes flowed across the hide, with six black holes rising and falling within them, emanating a chilling aura. These black holes weren't static; they were slowly rotating. With each rotation, new runes flew out from the black holes, merging into the hide before disappearing again. The little boy stared at the black holes for a long time, until his eyes were blurry, but he still couldn't figure it out. He scratched his head, somewhat dejected.

"Uncle Trial Tower, how do you use this thing? I don't understand it."

The voice of the Sage of Wisdom rang out. "The Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Technique is the supreme divine technique of the Hall of Supreme Beings, inherited from the Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal King. It is incomparable to ordinary treasures and must be perceived with the spirit, not seen with the naked eye. Close your eyes and touch the runes on the animal skin with your mind."

The little boy let out an "oh" and obediently closed his eyes. He hugged the animal hide to his chest like a treasure, then used all his strength to immerse his spirit in it. At first, he couldn't feel anything, only darkness. But he didn't give up. He remembered what Uncle Li had said—"On the path of cultivation, if you don't advance, you retreat. When you encounter difficulties, don't shrink back; find a way to go around them, climb over them, or crawl through them. In short, you can't stop."

So he continued to sink in, continued to touch, continued to feel. He didn't know how much time had passed when suddenly he felt a light before his eyes. In the darkness, a glimmer of light appeared. The light was tiny, as small as a firefly, but it was incredibly bright, dazzlingly bright. The little boy walked towards the light, getting closer and closer, and the light grew larger and brighter. Finally, he stepped into the light.

Then he saw it.

Those were not runes, not words, but images. In the images, a person stood in the void, with six enormous black holes behind him. The six black holes slowly rotated, each emanating a different aura. Some were as fiery as fire, some as cold as frost, some vibrant with life, some deathly still, some dazzlingly bright, and some dark and profound. The person's hands moved in the void, and with each stroke, one of the black holes accelerated its rotation. With each rotation, a completely different power surged from the black hole, intertwining and transforming into a divine light powerful enough to tear the heavens and earth apart.

The little boy was mesmerized. He saw how the man's hand moved, how the six black holes spun, how the forces intertwined, merged, and erupted. He saw the withering and flourishing of every blade of grass and tree, the changing of the sun, moon, and stars, the rise and fall of dynasties, and the cycle of life and death. He saw life, he saw death, and the endless cycle from life to death and from death to life.

The voice of the Sage echoed in his mind: "The Six Paths of Reincarnation are not limited to reincarnation after death. All things in heaven and earth are within the cycle of reincarnation. The withering and flourishing of plants is reincarnation, the alternation of the sun and moon is reincarnation, the rise and fall of dynasties is reincarnation, and the birth and death of stars are also reincarnation. Mastering the Heavenly Art of the Six Paths of Reincarnation means mastering one of the most fundamental powers in the world. It is not about controlling life and death, but about understanding life and death; it is not about reversing reincarnation, but about going with it. When you truly understand this, you will have entered the gate of this Heavenly Art."

The little boy seemed to understand, but he memorized all the images, handprints, and the flow of runes. He had an excellent memory; Uncle Li had said it was one of his talents. He didn't need to fully understand, just remember, and then gradually comprehend, digest, and integrate them in his future cultivation.

He opened his eyes and found himself still standing on the stone platform, the animal hide in his arms, the pottery jar at his feet—everything was as before. But he felt something was different. It wasn't his body that had changed, nor his cultivation level; it was his eyes. Looking at the stars, the galaxy, and the distant palaces, he seemed to see more. He saw the stars rotating, the galaxy flowing, the runes on the palaces flashing, and the invisible laws intertwining in the void. He didn't know what he was seeing, but he knew it was something he couldn't see before.

"Uncle Trial Tower, I think... I understand it," he said in a childish voice, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

The wise sage's voice rang out, tinged with approval. "Your talent is indeed extraordinary. The Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Technique, which usually takes ordinary people several years to even begin to grasp, you have touched the threshold in just half an hour. Li Chenzhou was right about you."

The little one puffed out his chest proudly. "Of course! I am the number one Blood Refining Realm expert in the world! No matter what kind of Heavenly Technique it is, it has to obey me!"

Zhisheng did not respond, but the twinkling stars in the void seemed to tremble again.

The little boy carefully rolled up the animal hide, tucked it into his arms, and nestled it against the pottery jar. Then he picked up the jar, took a sip of animal milk, smacked his lips, and sighed contentedly. "Uncle Trial Tower, can I go back now? Uncle Li is still waiting for me."

Zhisheng was silent for a moment, then said, "There is one more thing. Now that you have been crowned the number one in the Blood Transformation Realm, from this day forward, no one in the Eight Domains, especially within the Blood Transformation Realm, can rival you. But you must remember, this is only the beginning. After the Blood Transformation Realm, there are Cave Heavens, Spirit Transformation, Inscription, Array Formation, Venerable, Divine Fire, True God... Each realm has its own peak, and each realm has its own geniuses. If you want to always stand at the top, you cannot afford to be complacent in the slightest."

Little Dot listened and nodded seriously. He knew Uncle Trial Tower was right, because Uncle Li had said something similar. He didn't want to slack off, nor did he want to be surpassed. He wanted to always be the best in the world, no matter what realm he was in. He wanted everyone to know that Little Dot was the strongest.

"I understand," he said in a childish voice, yet his tone carried a firmness beyond his years. "I will not slack off. I will always be the best in the world, until no one dares to compete with me."

The Sage remained silent. A beam of light descended from the void, enveloping the little one. His figure gradually blurred as the beam of light guided him out of the Eternal Trial Tower. When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing before the tower gate of the Initial Ground, facing the vast, dark crowd, with the open tower gate behind him.

He saw many people. There were powerful figures with complex expressions, brilliant but dim-eyed geniuses, excited rogue cultivators, and villagers from Stone Village still wiping away tears. He saw Shi Yunfeng, his great-grandfather, Skinny Monkey, Snotty-nosed Kid, Shi Qingfeng, the aunties who had watched him grow up, and his childhood friends who had drunk milk, chased birds, and fished with him. They were all looking at him, their eyes filled with pride.

He saw the Fire Emperor, the always smiling uncle who was kind to him. He saw Fire Spirit, the chubby older sister who always called him "little brat." She was glaring at him, her lips pouting, but there was clearly a hint of undisguised joy in her eyes.

He saw Li Chenzhou. Uncle Li stood at the edge of the crowd, hands behind his back, his face calm, but there was a hint of a smile in his deep eyes. The smile was very faint, almost imperceptible, but the little boy saw it. Because he was most familiar with Uncle Li's eyes. Those eyes had watched him when he was making animal milk, when he was chasing birds, when he was thrown out of Stone Village, and with him every time he grew, every time he made progress, every time he won a victory.

The little boy grinned, his missing front tooth radiating a silly, bright smile as dazzling as the midday sun in the wilderness. He lifted the pottery jar, shook it at everyone, and then called out in his childish voice, "I'm back! Did anyone miss me?"

In the void, there was a brief silence, followed by a tidal wave of cheers. The rogue cultivators, the villagers of Stone Village, and the lower-level cultivators who had once been suppressed by powerful forces all shouted at the top of their lungs, yelling "Little Tyrant of Beast Milk," "Number One Under Heaven," and "Little One!" The sound shook the void and made the stars twinkle.

Those powerful figures, those geniuses who once wanted to defeat the little one, and those Venerable-level beings who came and went masked, were all silent at this moment, looking at the small figure holding the pottery jar, their hearts filled with mixed feelings.

They knew that from this day forward, there was one more powerful being in the Eight Domains whom they could not afford to provoke. Not because of his strength, but because of the person standing behind him. And even more so because he himself was already powerful enough.

Those powerful figures, those geniuses who once wanted to defeat the little one, and those Venerable-level beings who came and went masked, were all silent at this moment, looking at the small figure holding the pottery jar, their hearts filled with mixed feelings.

They knew that from this day forward, there was one more powerful being in the Eight Domains whom they could not afford to provoke. Not because of his strength, but because of the person standing behind him. And even more so because he himself was already powerful enough.

The little boy spotted Li Chenzhou in the crowd, then took off running towards him on his short legs. He ran very fast, as fast as the wind, so fast that even the other geniuses couldn't see him clearly. He reached Li Chenzhou, then jumped up and landed precisely in Li Chenzhou's arms.

"Uncle Li! I am the best in the world!" He hugged Li Chenzhou's neck, his face flushed red, his voice full of excitement and pride.

Li Chenzhou caught him and held him steadily in his arms. He looked down at the little guy, at the light in his eyes, at the smile on his face, at the milk stains around his mouth that hadn't been wiped clean, and his own lips curled up slightly.

"Mmm," he said softly. "I know."

The little one buried his face in Li Chenzhou's neck, nuzzling against him like a spoiled kitten. "Uncle Li, I've made my choice. I want the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Technique. I'll definitely learn it well and won't let you down."

Li Chenzhou patted him on the back. "You've never embarrassed me."

The little boy felt a surge of pride. He knew Uncle Li would never lie to him. If Uncle Li said he had never embarrassed himself, then he certainly hadn't. Although he himself felt that sometimes he might have been quite embarrassed, like when he shouted "My Celestial Soldier!" when he was thrown out of Stone Village, or when he fell flat on his face when he was kicked out of the Realm of Gods. But if Uncle Li said no, then no.

In the distance, Huo Ling'er looked at the little one nestled in Li Chenzhou's arms, acting spoiled, and pouted. "This brat, she's already acting spoiled as soon as she becomes the number one in the world, doesn't she feel ashamed?"

The Fire Emperor stood beside her, smiling slightly. "He doesn't feel ashamed, because he knows that the other person won't feel ashamed of him."

Huo Ling'er paused, then fell silent. She suddenly felt a pang of envy for that brat. Not because he was the best in the world, not because he possessed immortal techniques, but because he had someone he could always be affectionate with and rely on. She also had a father, who treated her well, but he was the Fire Emperor, the ruler of the Fire Kingdom, one of the most powerful beings in the Eight Domains. She could be affectionate with her father, but she knew that his heart held not only her, but also the entire Fire Kingdom. And that brat's Uncle Li, it seemed, only held him in his heart.

Huo Ling'er shook her head, banishing the strange thought from her mind. She stepped forward, stood in front of the little one, hands on her hips, and glared at him. "Hey, you brat, congratulations on becoming the number one in the world."

The little one peeked out from Li Chenzhou's arms, looked at Huo Ling'er, and grinned. "Fat sister, are you very jealous of me?"

"Jealous my foot!" Huo Ling'er stomped her feet angrily. "I'm not jealous of you! What's there to be jealous of when someone who drinks milk is the best in the world!"

"Then why have you come to see me?"

"I..." Huo Ling'er opened her mouth, then took something out from behind her and stuffed it into the little one's arms. "Here you go! To celebrate becoming the number one in the world! Don't think I'm praising you, I just... I just thought your old clay pot was too ugly, so I got you a new one!"

The little boy looked down and saw a brand new earthenware jar, a size larger than his broken one. A lifelike five-colored bird was painted on the jar, and next to it were four characters: "Little Tyrant of Beast Milk." He stared blankly at the jar, then at Huo Ling'er, and suddenly smiled.

"Thank you, Fatty Sister," he said in a childish voice, his tone filled with a sincerity he had never shown before.

Huo Ling'er's face flushed instantly. She turned around and walked away without looking back. "Who needs your thanks! I didn't buy it specifically for you! I just... I just saw it on the way! Yes, just on the way!"

Seeing his daughter's blatant attempt to cover up her guilt, the Fire Emperor shook his head helplessly, then nodded slightly to Li Chenzhou before turning and following him.

The little boy hugged the new pottery jar, examining it over and over again, growing more and more fond of it with each look. He poured the animal milk from the old jar into the new one, then carefully put the old jar away, placing it in his bosom. It was his first magical weapon; he couldn't lose it.

Li Chenzhou watched this scene with a slight smile on his lips. He didn't say anything, but simply held the little one and turned to walk towards the exit of the starting point.

Behind them, the cheers continued, the whispers lingered, and the admiring gazes remained. Meanwhile, the child who had been drinking milk was now nestled in his new clay pot, resting on the shoulder of the person he trusted most, and beginning to doze off.

He was exhausted. In the past three days, he had fought dozens of battles, defeating countless opponents. He had proven with his fists that he was the strongest in the Blood Refining Realm. Now, he could finally rest.

He is the best in the world. But he would rather be Uncle Li's little one.

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