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

Li Chenzhou appeared before him, looking down at him.

His eyes were indifferent, his voice calm:

"You saw it? So what? Even if a powerful expert were here in person, they would have to avoid the sharp edge of my 'Havoc in Heaven' technique. Who do you think you are?"

Under absolute power, everything is illusory.

Li Chenzhou departed without a trace; his next stop was across the ocean, in America.

At this moment, he was like an ascetic, merging into this new continent.

He was not lying low; rather, he regarded this land as the last place to build up his strength before he "made a scene in the Heavenly Palace."

In just half a month, the North American land was swept by thunder and lightning.

He no longer needed to seek out opponents, because nearly half of the world's top experts had already been attracted by Li Chenzhou's ability to directly confront firearms and had flocked to him from all over the world.

They became the best resources for Li Chenzhou to cultivate an invincible momentum.

First battle, Washington.

The Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty – Tang Lianxi and Tang Suiyun!

These two super soldiers, both at the peak of Dan Jin, were known as invincible among their peers. They had countless enemies but had never suffered a defeat.

It became the first whetstone that Li Chenzhou stepped on.

The battle took place in an abandoned military base, and ended in an unbelievable way.

Tang Lianxi's military dagger was treacherous and poisonous, while Tang Suiyun's iron fist was as fierce as a cannon.

The two worked together seamlessly; however, Li Chenzhou's Yu Bu was unfathomable and his Fan Tian Yin was domineering.

Three strokes!

Just three moves!

The bayonet snapped, the iron fist twisted!

Tang Lianxi's sternum collapsed, and Tang Suiyun's arm was broken.

The second fight took place in a New York underground boxing ring.

The leader of the Truth Cult, a madman who stirred up bloodshed in Central Asia, wanted to shake Li Chenzhou with "God's wrath".

However, faced with absolute power, Li Chenzhou unleashed a powerful punch, "Havoc in Heaven," with a wild and unrestrained spirit, directly knocking the cult leader to the ground, turning his chanted "truth" into wails, and crippling his evil skills.

The third match will be held in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles.

A prince from an oil-rich Middle Eastern country possesses ancient desert fighting techniques and is surrounded by elite guards.

He tried to intimidate people with money and power.

Li Chenzhou treated him as nothing, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. Li Chenzhou pressed down with his Heaven-Turning Seal, and in just a few exchanges, the prince was like a dead dog.

Fourth battle, fifth battle, sixth battle...

Li Chenzhou's steps never stopped.

A Christian master of ascetic martial arts, a killing machine from the South American jungle, a descendant of a Nordic berserker, and a black market boxing champion who has lived in seclusion for many years...

One after another, powerful figures and ruthless heroes, like moths to a flame, all perished without exception!

His momentum accumulated wildly in each battle.

It was an invincible force that made everyone think they were the only ones who mattered, and that could kill anyone who stood in their way.

An absolute sense of oppression emanating from the footsteps of countless martial arts masters.

The entire global martial arts community fell into a deathly silence.

……

Mount Tai, Jade Emperor Peak.

A fierce wind blew, tearing at the flowing clouds.

Mo Qingcang, the head of the Longmen Sect, his Taoist robe billowing, fixed his gaze on the person opposite him—Wu Yunlong.

Wu Yunlong stood with his hands behind his back, exuding a will as strong as that of a warrior, brooking no resistance.

"Commander Wu, are you determined to turn my Dragon Gate Sect's peaceful place of cultivation into a battlefield for your power struggles?"

Mo Qingcang's voice was not loud, but it revealed a hint of anger.

"It's not about vying for supremacy."

Wu Yunlong spoke decisively, "It is to protect the country and eliminate its troubles, and you, Master Mo, are an indispensable part of this battle."

Mo Qingcang's brows furrowed, a shadow passing over his face: "My Dragon Gate lineage inherits the Daoist tradition of the Northern School of Quanzhen, refining the Primordial Golden Elixir, cultivating a vast and righteous purple aura within our hearts, and comprehending the mysteries of the interaction between heaven and man. What do the squabbles of worldly martial artists have to do with me? Why must they drag me, an outsider, into this calamity?"

Wu Yunlong's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he sneered: "A person outside the secular world? Under the whole sky, all land belongs to the emperor. Aren't every stone and tree on Mount Tai the backbone of China? Aren't the Taoists in the temple of the Yellow Emperor and Yan Emperor? That person is about to gain power and will shake the foundation of Chinese martial arts, affecting the fate of the nation and the morale of the people. Does the Longmen Sect intend to stand aside?"

Mo Qingcang's breath hitched, shocked by Wu Yunlong's shameless words, his face turning pale and then red.

Wu Yun's eyes softened slightly, but his tone remained unquestionable: "I'm not here for you to take action yourself. You only need to use the presence of a True Person at Mount Tai to strike at Li Chenzhou's invincible momentum before we fight him."

"At the moment when his momentum reached its peak and his divine will was perfect and flawless, he used the eternal and majestic power of Mount Tai as a blade to shake his spirit and shatter the foundation of his great power!"

Wu Yunlong's plan was precise to the finest detail.

Li Chenzhou is incredibly arrogant. He wants to encompass the entire world within his fist. Based on his movements, he will certainly not miss Mount Tai, the ancient site of the Fengshan ceremony.

He wanted to use Mo Qingcang's help to tear a crack in Li Chenzhou's body at the moment when Li Chenzhou reached the summit of Mount Tai and his aura and divine will were perfectly in harmony, using the overwhelming power of Mount Tai.

At their level, "spirit" is the soul of their fist technique. Once "spirit" is injured, the invincibility that Li Chenzhou has condensed will instantly waver, and most of its power will be lost.

The full power of the Divine Fist can be unleashed at six or seven tenths of its potential.

Mo Qingcang remained silent.

The mountain wind ruffled his graying temples, and also carried a tremendous weight.

The Longmen School's thousand-year-old foundation is rooted in Mount Tai, and its fortune is connected with that of this land.

The man before me, Wu Yunlong, represents not just himself, but the will of the nation.

reject?

This tranquility of a thousand-year-old tradition may be overthrown in a single day.

After a long while, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the turmoil in his eyes was unfathomable.

Mo Qingcang's Adam's apple bobbed laboriously, his voice dry and heavy:

"This humble Taoist priest... obeys."

Wu Yunlong clapped his hands and laughed: "Master, you are truly righteous. With Li Chenzhou's speed, he will surely reach Mount Tai within seven days. At that time, when the hours of Yin and Mao meet and the purple aura rises in the east, that will be the decisive moment. Please make sure you are fully prepared."

Mo Qingcang said nothing more and slowly turned around.

Wu Yunlong didn't linger; he turned around and started walking down the mountain.

At the summit of Jade Emperor Peak, only howling winds and angry pine trees remain.

The ancient Mount Tai stands silent, as if gathering its strength.

The seven-day period is like an invisible, sharp blade.

All that remains is for Li Chenzhou, who will stir up the winds and clouds of the world, to ascend and transform this imperial summit into a crucible of collisions.

……

Li Chenzhou walked slowly.

Half a year has passed since we shattered the backbone of Japanese martial arts.

In just six months, he traversed the world, crossing mountains and rivers, and wherever his fist pointed, martial arts around the world bowed down.

He has seen the vastness of heaven and earth, and the myriad aspects of human life.

The grandeur of heaven and earth, the indomitable fighting spirit of all living beings, the pulse of mountains and rivers, the wind, clouds, thunder, and lightning...

all of these.

He wanted to incorporate everything into the furnace within his heart, forging it into his ultimate fist intent—

Havoc in Heaven.

This basic form of boxing was already invincible.

If countless beings were condensed into a single fist, what person or thing in the world could bear its weight?

However, Li Chenzhou still felt a sense of incompleteness.

His "Havoc in Heaven," though all-encompassing and magnificent, was ultimately like swallowing countless treasures whole without truly refining them.

It is large and heavy, yet lacks agility.

It lacked the essence that permeated everything, the unique spirit that belonged only to Li Chenzhou.

This fist intent is "dead," borrowed from the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth, rather than a "living" thing that bursts forth from his own life essence and leaves his unique mark.

He still lacks a bit of inspiration.

That single spark of light was enough to ignite the entire "Havoc in Heaven," transforming it from "inclusiveness" to "dominance," and from "inanimate objects" to "living gods."

He has traversed 99% of the ancient land of China.

From the desolate desert to the misty rain of Jiangnan, from the snowy Kunlun Mountains to the raging waves of the East China Sea, he has forged almost all the most magnificent, beautiful, ancient, and intense spirit of this land.

Today, only Mount Tai remains, bearing the weight of countless emperors' Fengshan ceremonies throughout history.

This place will be his final resting place.

It is also the final piece of the puzzle for whether the "Havoc in Heaven" boxing style can be truly perfected.

A surge of hope welled up in his heart.

He had a premonition that this final stop, at the summit of Mount Tai, where the fortunes of the entire land converged, might be... the glimmer of light that could bring his havoc in the Heavenly Palace back to life.