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

In the nameless mountains, cicadas chirped in the quiet forest, and birds chased each other.

Li Chenzhou's face was ashen, and his aura was extremely weak.

He tried to use his divine power to heal his injuries, but to little avail. The old man in hemp robes was constantly eroding his life force with his divine power.

When the Demon Prison Mystic Embryo Scripture was activated to its limit, the essence of heaven and earth from all directions surged in, but it all dissipated when it touched that dark divine power.

"What a powerful figure from Sendai..."

The protector had used most of his cultivation to protect the Holy Son of Yao Guang, yet he still managed to injure him to such an extent.

If such injuries were inflicted on an ordinary cultivator, their foundation would have collapsed, and they would have died and their cultivation would have vanished.

He took out the last divine fruit, and its fragrance filled the entire valley.

As the sacred fruit entered his stomach, a torrent suddenly burst forth, mingling with the divine spring water he had previously consumed.

Vitality surges forth like a dragon and a tiger converging, rushing straight to the five internal organs.

The dark divine power dissipated inch by inch, and the parched Sea of ​​Bitterness was visibly regenerated; in just a short while, all his injuries had been completely healed.

Li Chenzhou stood tall, his eyes flashing with lightning-like light.

"My cultivation level is still too weak; I need a lot of resources."

His body was so "hungry" that he could soar into the sky as long as he had enough "food".

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Northern Territory.

Ripples spread across the void as Li Chenzhou, dressed in white, arrived, stepping through the air.

The land beneath my feet remains an eternal, unchanging reddish-brown wasteland, desolate and lifeless.

Returning to this familiar place, my state of mind is quite different now.

Although he lost the powerful weapon of a quasi-emperor, he gained the even more precious quasi-emperor artifact, the Divine Furnace of Departing Fire. As long as no half-step great power personally comes, he can go anywhere in the Northern Region.

Walking across the desolate wilderness, Li Chenzhou pondered the road ahead.

He had no source; the only way to go further was through plunder.

In the Northern Region, this land of bloodshed, there is no shortage of "fated people".

He flew low in the air, using a faint divine light, and soon encountered a group of bandits.

The leader, who was only at the other shore realm, was overjoyed to see the white-clad youth traveling alone in the wilderness.

"The fat sheep has been delivered to our doorstep!"

"Kill him!"

The bandits grinned and surrounded him, but the young man raised his hand and dozens of bolts of lightning burst forth from the void, like divine punishment descending upon the world, blasting everyone into ashes.

"The bandit from the other shore is terrifying indeed."

Li Chenzhou commented indifferently, then reached out and summoned over a thousand catties of Origin into his hand, which he refined in an instant.

"Murderers and arsonists wear golden belts, while those who build bridges and pave roads leave no trace."

He recalled how, back in Lingxu Cave Heaven, disciples had to go to great lengths to obtain even a single bottle of herbal elixir, while here, it was a matter of a snap of the fingers.

Continuing onward, they encountered another band of bandits.

This time, there were several Dao Palace cultivators who were extremely professional in their attacks, and they used deadly moves as soon as they met.

Various supernatural powers transformed into a seven-colored rainbow, crashing down upon them.

Li Chenzhou pointed his fingers like a sword and pointed at the air.

In an instant, thousands of finger shadows burst forth from the void. Each finger gust was incomparably sharp, entering through the fontanelle, passing through the six internal organs, and piercing through the nine orifices. Wherever it passed, the bandits were all reduced to ashes.

After acquiring over a thousand catties of source material and numerous magical treasures, he searched the memories of the bandit leader and learned that more than a dozen small sects in the Northern Region were secretly supporting the bandits and plundering all directions.

"It suits me well." Li Chenzhou's gaze gradually turned cold.

In a certain oasis in the northern region, the Qingxia Sect is located. Springs gurgle, and exotic flowers and rare herbs grow among them, creating a scene reminiscent of a celestial realm.

Li Chenzhou arrived, stepping through the air, and slowly raised his right hand.

Suddenly, the world lost its color, and a gigantic hand appeared out of thin air, its palm lines winding like a galaxy, with the sun and moon rising and falling in its palm, and its five fingers like pillars supporting the sky, as if it could destroy everything with a single palm strike.

The giant hand continued to expand, its terrifying pressure covering a hundred miles.

The entire Qingxia Sect was shocked. The sect leader and elders were drenched in cold sweat, and the disciples were on the verge of collapse.

"Senior, please forgive us!" The Grand Elder, who had been in seclusion, emerged and knelt on the ground. "I wonder where the Qingxia Sect has offended you, Senior?"

"No enmity, no grudge." A detached voice echoed from the heavens.

The Supreme Elder secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Senior, please come inside for a chat. The Qingxia Sect is willing to offer everything..."

"very good."

Li Chenzhou's voice boomed like thunder, "Since you are so sensible, then killing you would surely be a fair and square decision."

The colossal hand that blotted out the sky slowly pressed down, its overwhelming and ferocious power sweeping across the heavens and earth, causing the entire Qingxia Sect to tremble.

Before the palm even arrived, the powerful palm wind had already caused the earth to crack and the palace to rumble.

"Senior! We are willing to offer anything, just to spare our lives!"

"Not convinced?" Li Chenzhou chuckled. "Then be unconvinced."

He gently pressed down with his right hand, and the giant palm of the sky crashed down, with the sun and moon shining brightly in the palm, enveloping the entire oasis.

With a single palm strike, all things vanished into nothingness, as if they had never existed.

"The dead diggers also cried out and begged for mercy, offering their life savings. Did you ever ask them if they were convinced of their worth?"

"The bandits have ravaged the land, claiming the lives of countless wandering cultivators and humiliating countless women. Do they accept their injustices?"

"Within a radius of a thousand miles, tragedies continue. What a fine Qingxia Immortal Sect is, seemingly ethereal and otherworldly, yet standing atop blood and tears."

Li Chenzhou's voice was icy cold. He had glimpsed countless bloody cases from the bandits' memories, cases that were outrageous and all pointed to these immortal sects.

"Senior, the cultivation world has always been a dog-eat-dog world. If a sect needs to grow stronger, how can it not resort to extreme measures?"

The leader of Qingxia Sect tried to defend himself.

"So if our positions are reversed, you shouldn't blame me for being heartless."

Li Chenzhou said no more. His aura changed abruptly, and he raised both palms, as if this world was contained within his grasp.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, the wind and clouds suddenly swirled, transforming the world from a raging inferno into one enveloped by boundless fist intent.

The void trembled, as if an invisible, enormous portal had enveloped the surrounding area, ancient and desolate, creating a strange atmosphere that intertwined the sacred and the terrifying.

All eight directions were sealed off by his fist intent.

Where the palm strike passed, the air exploded, like countless divine runes flickering in and out.

Li Chenzhou sat high in the void, wielding his hand like a god beating a drum, with heaven and earth as his furnace and creation as his craftsman.

Screams echoed throughout the Qingxia Sect.

Anyone trapped by this cage of fist intent, from the highest elders to ordinary disciples, is like a fish in a net or a bird in a cage, with nowhere to hide.

"ah--"

The scene was horrifying.

The white-clad youth in the sky was like a demon god descending to earth. Killing people was nothing more than a quick death, but he used his fists and palms to create a gate between heaven and earth, grinding people into dust.

The Qingxia Sect leader roared and lit a bronze lamp, its divine light soaring into the sky, attempting to break through the barrier of fist intent.

The ten Dao Palace elders roared in unison, unleashing their ten natal magic treasures in a combined attack, their divine power surging as they crashed into the void.

An elder roared in anger, and eighty-one black lotuses bloomed, their petals like celestial knives, spinning and cutting, attempting to tear apart the cage.

A purple-gold gourd as large as Mount Yue, a broken bell that shakes the soul, a golden divine tower that suppresses the void...

Hundreds and thousands of magical treasures unleashed their power simultaneously, sending rays of light flying in all directions.

"In vain."

Li Chenzhou merely scoffed coldly and lightly pressed down with one palm.

In an instant, the fist's intent was like the sky collapsing, and the palm wind surged like a tide.

The most yang energy burns through the meridians and corrodes the bones; the most yin energy freezes the soul; the thunderous force tears through space; the raging force of a hurricane melts flesh and bones…

He sat cross-legged in the void, surrounded by a clear light, while below him, the force of fists and palms surged like a tide. He was like an ancient god, wielding divine punishment.

"Ugh..."

The Qingxia Sect members screamed in agony as the boundless fist intent crushed them, turning flesh and blood into mud and shattering their souls.

Any attempt to break through is futile.

In an instant, the once beautiful and elegant fairyland where the Azure Cloud Immortal Sect was located was reduced to ruins, leaving only a desolate silence.

Puddles of blood and mud scattered on the ground, only to be dispersed by the force of the palm strike.

Li Chenzhou was like a deity descending to punish the heavens, cleansing the world of its filth.

His gaze was calm, but his actions were ruthless.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of people from the Qingxia Sect were all killed, but he remained ethereal and otherworldly, untouched by any bloodshed, as if he were creating a work of art.

Blooming amidst carnage, like a flower at dawn.

He raised his hand and made a grasping motion, his palm force surging and releasing, the scattered energy sources flowing back like a long river, which he then captured from mid-air.

Horrifying scenes reappear.

He opened his mouth and inhaled, and the vast essence flowed into his body like rivers flowing into the sea, nourishing his limbs and bones.

With another wave of his hand, thousands of kilograms of "Source" stones, hidden deep within the secret place of the Qingxia Sect, flew up, shining brightly. They ranged in size from as small as date pits to as large as fists, and then burned, transforming into a myriad of rays of life essence that flowed into his mouth and nose.

The immense life essence instantly boosted his cultivation level once again.

"That's too little; we need more sources."

After briefly sensing the surging power within his body, Li Chenzhou gained a clear understanding of his own realm; he was still in the Four Extremes Realm.

"The Holy City...it seems to have many sources there..."

But before that, he needed to make a trip to Zishan.

That revered white-robed god-king, proud and upright throughout his life, was destined for misfortune and desolation, truly deserving of the title of a peerless hero.

A fragment of jade appeared in the palm of the hand, with hazy mountains and rivers engraved on it. The direction of the earth's veins was unclear and chaotic, as if it had carried the weight of countless ages, desolate and ancient.

On the broken jade, a blurry ancient character appears and disappears—Emperor.

The Jade of the Primordial Emperor!

This was obtained by Li Chenzhou when he killed a group of bandits. Many of the magical treasures were turned into scrap metal in an instant, but this imperial jade emitted a faint light and was completely undamaged, which was obviously extraordinary.

Purple Mountain was originally the Daoist temple of the Immortal Emperor, and later it was occupied by the Great Emperor Wushi.

This Imperial Jade is the key to entering Purple Mountain. Without the protection of the Imperial Jade, those who force their way into Purple Mountain will face a nine-out-of-ten chance of death.

Whether it was the Celestial Master Zhang Lin, Gu Tianshu, Jiang Taixu, or countless other outstanding figures over the past tens of thousands of years, they were all trapped within it.

Inside Purple Mountain, primal energy and malevolent energy intertwine, and peerless sword energy permeates the air, making it difficult for even saints to survive.

Although Li Chenzhou had the Divine Furnace of Departing Fire protecting him, he was not entirely confident that he could safely cross that perilous place.

He needs a divine stone garment to protect him.

When he had previously searched for the memories of the bandits' souls, he had already learned that the descendants of the Source Celestial Master were living in seclusion in a stone village.

The next moment, he moved, and a powerful palm wind pressed down, like the sky collapsing, landing in front of the stone village gate.

The moment the palm strike landed, dust rose slightly, and an invisible pressure enveloped the surrounding area.

The people in the village were immediately thrown into a panic.

"Get out of the way! Another powerful figure is coming, and with such a presence, they're definitely not harmless!"

The able-bodied men hurriedly organized the women, children, and the elderly to hide, while they themselves picked up their weapons, gritted their teeth, and charged toward the front of the village with resolute eyes.

"Those damned scoundrels! All they know is how to bully the weak. Why don't they dare to cause trouble for those powerful immortal sects!"

"This world... one wave of bandits has just been wiped out, and a new one is already coming. Are they really not leaving us any way to survive?!"

Some cursed, some lamented, but no one backed down.

Behind them were their homes and loved ones, and they had long been prepared to die.

An old man stepped out from the crowd, stood in front of the village, and looked up.

The newcomer was dressed in white, with a tall and straight figure. There was no hostility between his brows and eyes, and his aura was calm. Unlike the usual bandits who were full of murderous intent, he felt a little more at ease.

The old man quickly stepped forward, bowed, and said:

"This old man, Zhang Wu, greets the Immortal Master. I was unaware of your arrival and have failed to greet you properly. Please forgive me."

Li Chenzhou stepped into the stone village, his gaze sweeping over the area, and asked:

"Even the most powerful among you have only just begun to open the Sea of ​​Bitterness. How can you protect yourselves in this chaotic Northern Region?"

Master Zhang sighed deeply, his face full of sorrow.

"The northern bandits have been rampant for many years, burning, killing, and looting. The village had no other choice but to offer up almost all of its wealth in exchange for a temporary peace."

"Those damned bandits are utterly inhuman; resources, talented children, beautiful women... none of them are their targets for plunder."

"It's strange, but half a month ago, the northern sky repeatedly showed a huge portal that blotted out the sun. Since then, the rampant bandits have almost disappeared. It's as if the heavens have opened their eyes. It must be that the heavens couldn't tolerate them and swallowed up all these scourges."

Seeing that Li Chenzhou possessed a gentle and refined demeanor, unlike a bandit, but rather like a banished immortal, Master Zhang couldn't help but become more talkative.

After speaking for a while, he realized he had spoken out of turn and quickly asked:

"This old man is being long-winded; please forgive my rambling, Immortal Master. May I ask what brings Your Excellency to my humble stone village?"

"I intend to travel to Zishan, and I have come here specifically to obtain something."

Li Chenzhou smiled slightly and explained his purpose.

With a casual flick of his sleeve, hundreds of pounds of "source" appeared out of thin air, neatly stacked, shimmering with colorful light under the sunlight, and filled with spiritual energy.

Immediately afterwards, he pointed his fingers like a sword, and from a distance, it was not sword energy, but a condensed palm wind and finger force containing a lot of information, which entered Zhang Wuye's brow.

This was the cultivation method he obtained from sects such as Qingxia Sect and Xuanyue Cave.

It wasn't that he was stingy with more profound Taoist scriptures, but rather that such methods were unpredictable in terms of fortune and misfortune for Shizhai, and were not as practical as these cultivation techniques.

Master Zhang was startled as a flood of cultivation techniques information rushed into his mind. He stood there, momentarily stunned, digesting this unexpected gift.

"Immortal Master...you're going to Purple Mountain? Absolutely not! It's a perilous and dangerous place; there's no return!"

When Master Zhang came to his senses, his expression changed drastically upon hearing the news, and he waved his hands repeatedly.

"So even that won't work?" Li Chenzhou's expression remained unchanged. He slowly raised his palm, and a divine radiance emerged from it. Runes, like dragons and snakes, intertwined and evolved, forming the phantom of an ancient gate. A fist intent that suppressed all directions spread out.

"It was you? It was you who wiped out those bandits!"

Master Zhang stared intently at the illusory image of the doorway. Compared to the terrifying, all-encompassing scene from half a month ago, it was virtually identical, except for its size.

His voice trembled with excitement.

"If it is you, Immortal Master... perhaps you could give it a try. Please wait a moment."

Without saying another word, Master Zhang hurriedly summoned a strong young man who carried out a large, yellowish wooden box from his house. It was immediately clear that it was an extremely old antique.

The box was opened, and inside lay a stone garment woven from stone slabs, simple and unadorned, yet faintly shimmering with light.

It is a stone garment carefully crafted from the old skin of the divine source.

Leaving behind the hundreds of kilograms of ore, Li Chenzhou followed Zhang Wuye's directions and headed towards an abandoned ancient mine near Shizhai.

That was one of the many entrances to Purple Mountain.

He donned the stone armor and helmet, carried the astrolabe on his back, and gripped the stone knife. His figure, like a sinking stone, steadily fell from the edge of the ancient mine.

The ancient mine was filled with an aura of antiquity in its pitch-black silence. After falling thousands of feet, Li Chenzhou's feet touched the bottom of the mine without wavering, and he walked steadily forward.

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