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

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When Little Dot left Stone Village, it was already completely dark. The night wind in the wilderness was cool, making his clothes flutter and his hair dance wildly. Clutching the pottery jar and the pot of animal milk Uncle Li had just brewed, he walked along the familiar mountain path, feeling no fear, only an inexplicable excitement. He was going to the Fire Kingdom, to the border, to fight. He had waited for this day for a long time. Ever since Uncle Fire King first mentioned the Ancient Divine Mountain to him, he had wanted to go. Not to be a hero, not to become the strongest in the world, but because he knew those ferocious beasts were bullying people, killing people, and setting fires. He couldn't stand idly by, he couldn't pretend he didn't see it.

The little red bird perched on his shoulder, its eyes half-closed, looking like it hadn't woken up yet. It hadn't wanted to set off so early, but the little one said, "If you don't come, I'll eat all your fish," so it had no choice but to come along. It didn't know why the little one was in such a hurry, traveling even though it was already dark. But it didn't ask, because it knew it would be pointless. That stubborn little brat, once he made up his mind, nothing could change it.

The little golden monkey perched on Little Dot's other shoulder, squeaking and scratching his hair with its tiny paws. It was excited because it had never been so far before. It had grown up in Stone Village, and the farthest it had ever been was the cliff by Spirit Lake. Now it was going to the Fire Kingdom, to the border, to see landscapes it had never seen before. It didn't know how dangerous it was there; it only knew that wherever Little Dot was, it would be there too.

The willow god's branches stretched through the void like invisible threads, extending from Stone Village all the way to the border of the Fire Kingdom. These branches were covered in leaves, each leaf bearing flowing runes, each rune an eye watching over everything in the Great Wilderness. The willow god's voice echoed in Little Heart's mind, calm and far-reaching. "Fifty miles ahead, there is a pack of Ironback Wolves, about twenty in total. The leader is at the Spirit Transformation Realm, the others are at the Blood Transformation Realm. Be careful."

The little boy nodded and quickened his pace. Fifty li wasn't far for him. At his speed, he could get there in half an hour. He didn't want to take a detour because he was in a hurry. The situation on the Fire Kingdom's border was already very critical; innocent civilians were dying every moment. He couldn't afford to linger on the road, not even for a moment.

The little red bird opened its eyes, flew off from Little Dot's shoulder, and circled once in the air. "I'll go take a look," it said. It spread its wings and flew forward. Its speed was astonishing, like a red lightning bolt tearing through the darkness. Its senses spread out, covering a radius of a hundred miles. It sensed the aura of the pack of Ironback Wolves, their numbers, and their cultivation levels. The leader was indeed at the Spirit Transformation Realm, while the others were at the Blood Transformation Realm. Such strength was nothing compared to Little Dot's.

It flew back and landed on the little one's shoulder. "Twenty Ironback Wolves, the leader is at the Spirit Transformation Realm. What do you plan to do?"

"Hit," the little one said.

"Kill them all?"

"No." The little one shook his head. "Just chase them away. They are also creatures of the Great Wilderness, and they need to survive too. As long as they don't block the way, I won't kill them."

The little red bird rolled its eyes. "When did you become so kind?"

"It's not about mercy, it's just that it's unnecessary," the little one said. "Killing them is easy, but what about their offspring? Will they starve to death? I don't want to commit such atrocities."

The little red bird didn't speak, but simply pecked at his ear with its beak. It thought this brat could be really unpredictable sometimes. When he was arrogant, he was outrageously arrogant. But when he was kind, he was so kind that it softened your heart.

Half an hour later, Little Dot arrived at the territory of the Ironback Wolves. It was a valley with a stream running through it, its banks overgrown with wild grass and bushes. Twenty Ironback Wolves squatted by the stream, some drinking, some dozing, and some frolicking. The leader, a Spirit Transformation Realm Ironback Wolf, lay on a boulder, its eyes closed, as if feigning sleep. It was a full size larger than the other Ironback Wolves, its scales gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

The little boy stood at the entrance of the valley, holding the pottery jar, watching the Ironback Wolves without making a move. He didn't want to fight; he wanted them to make way on their own. He took a deep breath and activated all nine of his inner energy centers simultaneously. A powerful aura erupted from his body, sweeping across the valley like a whirlwind, startling the Ironback Wolves into jumping up.

The lead ironback wolf opened its eyes and saw the little one standing at the valley entrance. Its pupils contracted sharply. It sensed the powerful aura emanating from the child, an aura that made it tremble. It didn't know who the child was, but it knew it was no match for him. It growled and led the pack of ironback wolves, fleeing into the depths of the valley without looking back. They ran fast, as fast as the wind, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

The little boy watched them run off into the distance, grinned, revealing a bright smile with a missing front tooth. He didn't chase after them, because he didn't want to kill them. He just wanted them to make way, to let them know that this land was not a place where they could run wild.

The little red bird perched on his shoulder and rolled its eyes. "You're actually quite kind."

"I'm not kind," the little one said. "I just don't want to waste time. Killing them is too much trouble, and then there's the mess to deal with the corpses."

The little red bird was speechless. It thought this brat was sometimes really asking for a beating.

The little golden monkey perched on the little boy's shoulder, squeaking and patting his face with its tiny paws, as if praising him. The little boy patted its head, then took a few quick steps and continued on his way.

Over the next few days, Little One traversed the most treacherous mountains and swamps of the Great Wilderness, evading countless ferocious beasts and driving away many that blocked his path. He didn't kill a single one, because he felt it was unnecessary. Those beasts were also creatures of the Great Wilderness, needing to survive and reproduce. As long as they didn't block his way or harm anyone, he wouldn't lay a hand on them. But if they did block his path, he wouldn't show mercy. He would use his fists to show them what it meant to be the strongest in the world.

The little red bird followed him, sometimes flying ahead to scout the way, sometimes resting on his shoulder. It felt that this brat had truly changed. He was no longer the child who only drank milk, chased birds, and pinched little monkeys. He had his own thoughts, his own principles, and his own convictions. He was no longer Li Chenzhou's shadow, but an independent person with flesh and blood, and a soul.

The little golden monkey perched on the little one's shoulder, squeaking excitedly. It didn't know where the little one was going or what he was going to do, but it knew that as long as it followed him, it would never be bored.

The willow god's branches stretched out in the void, constantly watching over Little Dot's every move. Its voice occasionally echoed in Little Dot's mind, telling him about the road ahead, where the dangers were, and where he could rest. Little Dot followed its guidance, avoiding those too powerful and ferocious beasts, and bypassing those too treacherous terrains, saving a lot of time and energy.

Li Chenzhou didn't follow the little one. He stayed in Stone Village, protecting the village and its people. But his consciousness remained with the little one, constantly watching over his safety. His Great Destiny Technique was operating wildly within him, deducing all sorts of future possibilities. He saw some blurry images: firelight, bloodshed, and the child's small figure running in the darkness. He didn't know what those images meant, but he instinctively felt that this journey would not be peaceful.

But he believed in the little guy. He believed he could complete the mission, believed he could come back alive, believed he could become a true hero. Not the kind of lofty, unattainable hero, but the kind of down-to-earth, flesh-and-blood hero who could cry and laugh.

Five days later, Little Dot finally left the Great Wilderness and arrived at the border of the Fire Kingdom. Standing atop a hill, gazing at the war-torn land in the distance, an indescribable sorrow welled up within him. He saw the burned villages, the slaughtered people, the trampled crops. He saw children crying amidst the ruins, old people wailing beside corpses, and soldiers fighting fiercely on the battlefield. His eyes reddened, but he held back his tears. He was a man; he couldn't cry. He could only clench his fists, grit his teeth, and transform all his anger and grief into strength.

"Xiao Hong, we've arrived," he said.

The little red bird perched on his shoulder, gazing at the war-torn land, a flicker of anger in its eyes. It was the spirit of the Fire Kingdom, and all living beings on this land were its subjects. Watching them suffer, watching them die, its heart ached more than anyone else's. It spread its wings and flew down the hill towards the border garrison. It was going to find the Fire Emperor, to find Fire Spirit, to find the soldiers still fighting to the death. It wanted to tell them that it had come, and that the child had come too.

The little one followed it down the hill and ran towards the camp. His speed was astonishing, as fast as the wind, so fast that even the patrolling soldiers couldn't see him clearly. He ran into the camp, stood in the center, and shouted, "I'm here! The Little Tyrant of Beast Milk is here! You don't need to be afraid!"

The soldiers stared at him, at this little boy clutching a pottery jar, his hair disheveled, his face covered in grime, and missing a front tooth. They were first stunned, then burst into cheers. They knew this child was the number one Bloodstained Realm cultivator in the world, a monstrous talent who had opened all nine caves of the Cave Heaven Realm, a monster who could defeat a Venerable with a single punch. He had come; they had hope. He had come; those ferocious beasts would no longer dare to be arrogant. He had come; this land would be saved.

The Fire Emperor stepped out of the tent, looked at the little one standing in the center of the camp, and his eyes welled up with tears. He knew this child would come, knew he would keep his promise, and knew he would fight for the Fire Kingdom. He hadn't misjudged him; Huo Ling'er hadn't made a mistake in choosing a friend; and the Fire Kingdom hadn't spoiled him for nothing.

"Little one, you've come." The Fire Emperor's voice was a little hoarse.

The little one looked up at him, grinned, and revealed a bright smile with a missing front tooth. "Uncle Fire Emperor, I'm here. I'm here to help you fight."

The Fire Emperor walked over, squatted down, and reached out to pat his head. "Good boy."

Little Dot chuckled and turned to look at Fire Spirit, who stood behind the Fire Emperor. Fire Spirit wore crimson armor, her hair tied in a high ponytail, and a Crimson Flame Sword hung at her waist, exuding a heroic air. A faint scar lingered on her face, a mark from her battle with a ferocious beast a few days prior. She looked at Little Dot, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions: joy, worry, gratitude, and a bittersweet feeling that was hard to define.

"Big sister, you're hurt," the little one said.

Huo Ling'er touched the wound on her face and shook her head. "It's nothing, just a minor injury."

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"You're lying," the little one said. "No injury doesn't hurt. Last time I got hit in the foot by a rock, it hurt for days."

Huo Ling'er was amused by him, but as she laughed, tears streamed down her face. She didn't want to cry; she just couldn't hold back. These past few days, she had watched soldiers fall one by one, watched civilians die one by one, watched this land be scorched inch by inch, and a burning anger had been building up inside her, an anger with nowhere to vent. She couldn't cry, because she was the commander, the princess of the Fire Kingdom, the role model for everyone. She had to be strong, she had to be calm, she had to make the soldiers feel that there was still hope. But now, with the little one here, she didn't have to pretend anymore. She could cry, she could laugh, she could vent all her grievances and fears like a little girl.

The little boy felt a pang of panic as he watched her cry. He was most afraid of girls crying, especially the chubby older sister. He didn't know what to do, standing there helplessly, wanting to reach out and wipe her tears, but not daring to.

"Fat sister, don't cry. I'm here, those ferocious beasts won't dare to come anymore. I'll help you drive them all away."

Huo Ling'er wiped away her tears and glared at him. "Who's crying? I'm not crying! It's just sand in my eyes!"

The little boy looked around; there was no sand. But he didn't expose him; he just nodded. "Oh, it's sand."

Huo Ling'er took a deep breath to calm herself down, then reached out and flicked the little one's forehead.

"You little brat, you've finally arrived. I've been waiting for you for so long."

The little boy covered his forehead, which had been flicked red, and winced, but didn't cry out in pain. He looked at Huo Ling'er, at her scar, at her red eyes, at the light in her eyes, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

"Fatty sister, I won't let you down."

Huo Ling'er looked at him, at the determination in his eyes, at the seriousness on his face, and nodded.

"I know."

As night fell, a campfire was lit in the camp. Little One sat by the fire, clutching a clay pot, eating roasted spirit fish, drinking beast milk, and listening to the Fire Emperor recount the situation at the border. The Ancient Divine Mountain had amassed tens of thousands of ferocious beasts at the border, including many at the Spirit Transformation, Inscription, and Array Formation realms, and even several Venerable realm beasts. Although the Fire Kingdom's garrison fought bravely, they were outnumbered and suffered heavy casualties. They needed reinforcements, they needed strong warriors, they needed hope.

After listening, Little Dot put down the pottery jar, stood up, walked to the edge of the camp, and gazed at the dark wilderness in the distance. His expression was calm, but his dark, bright eyes gleamed with fighting spirit.

"Uncle Fire Emperor, I'll go and meet them tomorrow."

The Fire Emperor looked at him, at his small back, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart. This child, only five and a half years old, had to face those ferocious beasts and those bloody battles. His heart ached, but he couldn't stop him, because it was the little one's choice, his responsibility, and his duty.

"Alright," the Fire Emperor said. "However, you must be careful. Among those ferocious beasts, there are Venerable Realm beings. If you can't defeat them, run away; don't be reckless."

The little one turned to look at him, grinned, revealing a bright smile with a missing front tooth. "Uncle Fire Emperor, I won't run away. I'm the best in the world; others can run, but I can't."

The Fire Emperor didn't speak, but simply reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

Night deepened, the campfire gradually died down, and the camp grew quiet. Little One lay in his tent, clutching a clay pot, staring at the tent ceiling, unable to sleep. He thought about tomorrow, about the ferocious beasts, about the people he had to protect. He didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but he believed that as long as he tried, as long as he was brave, as long as he didn't give up, he would surely win.

He rolled over and hugged the pottery jar even tighter.

"Uncle Li, are you watching me?" he asked softly.

No one answered. But he felt a pair of eyes watching him from afar. Those eyes were calm as water, deep as an abyss, yet filled with warmth and strength. He knew they were Uncle Li's eyes. He was watching him, protecting him, waiting for him to return.

The little boy closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep. A smile lingered on his lips—a confident smile, a determined smile, a smile full of hope for the future.

The little boy closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep. A smile lingered on his lips—a confident smile, a determined smile, a smile full of hope for the future.

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The little boy closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep. A smile lingered on his lips—a confident smile, a determined smile, a smile full of hope for the future.