Covering the Sky: I am the White Tiger Immortal Elixir

Chapter 116 Killing the Northern Emperor from the Sky

Luotian Wasteland is located in the northeastern part of the Northern Plains. It is a desolate grassland overgrown with wormwood.

This place is sparsely populated, and no one has ventured deep into it for tens of thousands of years. Every night under the moon, the howling of wolves can be heard.

Suddenly, terrifying thunder resounded across the Luo Tian Wasteland, followed by the Six Calamities. Bai Qi, in pursuit of Wang Teng, arrived at this place.

As they approached the Luo Tian Wilderness, no ancient treasures could be seen here anymore; the aura of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor was flowing through it.

"Wang Teng, is this your last resort?"

"The site of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor's legacy, thank you for repaying me by sending you to the Sendai!"

Deep in the Gobi Desert lies a sacred lake, its surface shimmering with colorful clouds.

Bai Qi drew his White Tiger Battle Armor into a large bow, pulled up his sleeves to form a tower, and launched both the Xuanhuang Purple Gold Tower and the Dao Tribulation Golden Tower.

At the same time, he made his move, starting with the Three Calamities and Six Disasters and then the Four Seasons Mysterious Harmony, with nine layers of killing moves accompanying the Six Calamities layer upon layer, as if the heavens were collapsing.

Wang Teng's expression was fierce, his eyes filled with endless coldness and blood red, brimming with resentment.

He never imagined that one day he would be hunted down to such an extent, truly becoming a homeless dog.

If Bai Qi hadn't intended to use him to find the location of the Chaotic Ancient Inheritance, he probably would have killed him long ago.

"Bai Qi!" he roared, "You, a demon, cannot obtain the Chaotic Ancient Scripture, nor can you possibly obtain the Chaotic Ancient Emperor's Imperial Weapon!"

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Bai Qi showed no mercy. Now that he had successfully created his own method, Wang Teng no longer had any value.

Wang Teng's tribulation continued, and the great dragon was about to leap completely into the Immortal Platform, but Bai Qi's killing move struck and shattered him.

The Chaotic Ancient Emperor Talisman has a limited number of uses, and the one between his eyebrows is about to shatter completely.

Clearly, this is Wang Teng's last resurrection. If he is killed by Bai Qi again, he will be forever wiped out from the world.

The Eastern Lord of the Eastern Wilderness supported the Northern Emperor of the Northern Plains, and even though they were a few minor realms behind, they were still invincible.

"I'm not reconciled!"

Wang Teng roared, his voice like a wild beast weeping blood, his black hair danced wildly, and every inch of his body was bursting with divine light.

"You are merely an elixir of immortality for the Great Emperor; how could you possibly defeat the Great Emperor's true successor!"

"You are merely a medicinal herb dependent on the Great Emperor, while I am the Great Emperor's successor!"

The northern region is vast and sparsely populated, and since ancient times there has only been one emperor, Luan Gu.

Receiving the recognition of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor's lineage is Wang Teng's greatest pride in his life.

In his view, no matter how strong Bai Qi was, he was nothing more than a life-sustaining resource for the emperor in his later years, a fruit that could be picked at will.

How can a mere medicinal herb compete with a descendant of such a great emperor?

But he lost, lost undeniably, lost utterly, and the whole of Beidou saw it.

The Northern Emperor was no match for the Eastern Sovereign and was pursued for a million miles. The Wang family was also completely wiped out by the Heavenly Tribulation that Bai Qi forced upon them.

He truly became a homeless dog, with nothing left.

The glory of the Northern Emperor and the future emperor of the royal family have all become a joke.

Even the legacy of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor, which he was so proud of, became prey in Bai Qi's eyes.

Bai Qi remained silent, only throwing a punch. A terrifying natural disaster covered the upside-down sky, causing Wang Teng to lose his bearings.

Even if Wang Teng had mastered the Qianzi Secret Technique, it wouldn't work, because Bai Qi also possessed this technique. Although he hadn't cultivated it for as long as Wang Teng, the quality of his primordial spirit far surpassed Wang Teng's. This instantly confused Wang Teng's senses, causing him to rush into Bai Qi's fist as if offering his neck for execution, willingly letting Bai Qi kill him.

At this moment, both of them had already survived their tribulations. Wang Teng failed to advance to the Immortal Platform and was left forever in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm by Bai Qi.

Suddenly a sigh was heard.

A crane cried out, spread its wings and split the sky, transforming into a beam of light that flew down to the ground, its depths unfathomable.

The crane, having saved Wang Teng, looked at Bai Qi with a complex expression: "Eastern Lord, could you spare his life?"

The ancient sage of the crane protected Wang Teng, and in the original story, he was also rescued from the clutches of the Holy Son of Yao Guang. Now, he has come to his aid.

Bai Qi ignored him and continued to raise his fist to kill.

At the same time, several unparalleled rays of light swept in from thousands of miles away, from the Tai Shi Eight Desolations.

While pursuing Wang Teng, Bai Qi sent one of his Dao Palace deities to the Golden Family to summon all the Ancestral Kings.

His purpose was to prevent the Ancient Crane Saint from rescuing Wang Teng; no matter what, Wang Teng had to be killed today.

Furthermore, the Ancestral Kings did not come on their own; they were carrying a bewildered Nangong Zheng and surrounding the Ancient Crane Saint.

Although Lao He mentored Wang Teng, he was very fair and always considered things from a broader perspective.

"I know that after killing Wang Teng, the legacy of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor will be shut down for a thousand years, so I brought a new successor!"

Nangong Zheng, a rogue cultivator who climbed step by step from the lowest level of cultivation to the pinnacle of Saint Lord, led a life full of hardships, yet he never gave up.

If he had become complacent or content with the status quo, he would not have been able to advance so rapidly from being a rogue cultivator to becoming a supreme saint.

With the world undergoing drastic changes, Nangong Zheng's bottleneck is beginning to loosen, and within a few months, he will reach the Dao-Severing stage.

The Great Emperor of Chaos suffered countless defeats throughout his life, but the essence of his path lay in resilience, in not being discouraged by defeat, and in rising from the ruins.

Nangong Zheng has never bowed to fate and has struggled all the way to this day.

This resilience far surpasses that of Wang Teng, who had a smooth and successful career.

Each of the Eight Desolate Ancestral Kings wielded a sacred weapon, and the purple-haired Ancestral King Zhuyu even held the Immortal-Slaying Gourd, eyeing the old crane menacingly.

They engaged in a great battle with the cranes, but even the strongest cranes could not withstand the ancestral kings wielding the Immortal-Slaying Gourd.

Upon hearing that Bai Qi wanted him to inherit the mantle of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor, Nangong Zheng was stunned, and then tears welled up in his eyes.

Since he began his spiritual practice, he has gone from an ordinary mortal to where he is today. Only he knows how much suffering he has endured and how many scornful looks he has suffered along the way.

The path of a lone cultivator is like walking on thin ice; without support or resources, one can only rely on their own life to fight.

Back then, he was young and dreamed of one day obtaining the Imperial Scripture and becoming an unparalleled powerhouse who could sweep across the world.

But reality quickly taught him what wishful thinking really meant.

The Imperial Scriptures are the exclusive property of the sacred land families and the prized possessions of the ancient families.

A rogue cultivator like him doesn't even have the right to smell the aroma.

Today, Bai Qi said that he would pass on the mantle of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor to him.

Bai Qi grabbed the furious Wang Teng with one hand and shoved Nangong Zheng into the lake with the other.

The fight between the old cranes and the ancestral kings has stopped.

At first, the sacred lake showed no reaction, remaining as calm as a mirror, as if it were just an ordinary pool of water.

But several hours later, with a loud roar from Nangong Zheng, the place was immediately thrown into turmoil.

"I don't seek imperial scriptures or imperial weapons; I only seek a chance to walk this path with dignity!"

"The rogue cultivator Nangong Zheng seeks to seize a lifetime of immortality!"

The divine lake boiled, the colorful clouds surged like a tide, and the entire Luo Tian Wilderness trembled violently at this moment.

Seeing this, the old crane sighed deeply.

Bai Qi crushed Wang Teng's primordial spirit with a single blow, and from then on, the Northern Emperor ceased to exist in the world.

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