Covering the Sky: I am the White Tiger Immortal Elixir

The True Demon Palace became history, wiped out by Bai Qi, Nangong Zheng, and cultivators from the Eastern Wilderness.

The mountain range collapsed completely, and all the cultivators of the True Demon Palace were killed from top to bottom, leaving no trace of their bodies.

Just now inside Tianzhong, Bai Qi fought against many opponents with murderous intent.

He had a strange feeling, a sense of exhilaration and satisfaction, as if some shackle in his soul had been broken.

Stopping killing with killing, suppressing violence with violence—this is not the great way, but it is the most satisfying way at this moment.

Whether it's the traces of the Immortal King, the memories of the ancient Heavenly Court, or the memories of his past life, they all allow Bai Qi to examine himself from a high vantage point.

The Way of Slaughter is not about being cold-blooded, heartless, or depraved.

The path of killing is a surge of blood, a desire to swallow an unyielding anger, and a cathartic urge to overturn everything.

Killing is a rebellion, a rebellion that no one in the world dares to defy. Even if the whole world is against me, I will still go, without any laws or order.

This is the final path after all else has failed; it is the most primal roar when heaven and earth are ruthless and humanity is unjust.

Bai Qi felt that he had grasped something.

Some things that cultivators have been searching for since the very beginning of their cultivation journey.

This is not scripture or secret art, but a state of mind, a state of being.

The Emperor is domineering and self-centered, the Ruthless is indifferent and treats all things as straw dogs, and the Azure Emperor is aloof and elegant.

Bai Qi, on the other hand, possesses a burning desire to kill, and always stands in front of everything he cherishes, a one-man army that cannot be breached.

This is the Dao Heart, an imprint forged by a cultivator's past experiences, present possessions, and future aspirations.

Inside the Heavenly Bell, the remnants of the ancient Heavenly Court converged into a torrent of magical treasures, and the remains of the Holy Spirit Dragon were controlled by Bai Qi using the "Soldier" secret technique.

With all these things combined, let alone the first level of the Sendai realm, even the King of the Dao-Slaying Realm wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Those powerful figures from the True Demon Palace were all dead. Nangong Zheng shot and killed two of them, while the rest were killed by Bai Yong using imperial weapons.

"Great Immortal Nangong, your killing speed is not good enough."

Bai Qi and Nangong Zheng headed towards Misty Peak: "I've already given you the weapon to slay the Dao King, yet you've still been fighting them for so long."

Nangong Zheng was somewhat unwilling to pay attention to Bai Qi.

You, a mere nobody, wield an ultimate imperial weapon and take down old friends with a single move. Of course you think I'm too slow.

I'm fighting this with my life on the line. Even with a weapon capable of cutting through the Dao, I still have to calculate where the opponent's next attack will land.

Furthermore, although the Black Gold Demon Spear is excellent, it is incompatible with Nangong Zheng's Dao, and in his hands, it can only unleash up to 70% of its power.

Upon hearing Nangong Zheng's words, Bai Qi stretched out his hand: "If you don't like it, then give it to me. You'll go empty-handed when we fight Misty Peak later."

"It's a good opportunity to let the Eastern Wilderness see that even without relying on external objects, Immortal Nangong can beat his enemies to a pulp with just his fists."

You're on a different path. If I gave you an ultimate imperial weapon, you'd probably change your path on the spot.

Nangong Zheng knew Bai Qi was joking, and without making a sound, he hid the Black Gold Demon Spear behind his back.

He realized that this Eastern Lord was not only strong in combat, but also had first-rate verbal skills.

"You flatter me, Venerable Dong. I was just about to use the vigorous energy of the Longevity Technique to suppress the demonic energy within this demonic spear."

"Didn't you say it doesn't align with your principles?"

"Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together, which is why I should keep it with me; it is also a form of self-cultivation."

Nangong Zheng, who came from a humble background, was able to climb from the bottom to become a powerful figure by virtue of his keen insight and ability to adapt to circumstances.

This person doesn't have any major flaws, but he likes to put on airs and always needs to find a respectable excuse to speak and act.

This is a common problem among those who come from independent cultivation backgrounds.

After finally making it through the tough times, you have to pick up the pieces of face you lost back then and rebuild it into a new one.

In the original story, Nangong Zheng stands on the side of Yaoguang and Ji family, opposing Ye Fan and protecting the so-called righteous path of the Eastern Wilderness.

A cultivator who started as a rogue cultivator, if he wants to survive in the Eastern Wilderness where holy lands and powerful families abound, must choose a side.

The dignity of the righteous path in the Eastern Wilderness is nothing more than a chessboard set up by the holy land families.

Independent cultivators either become pawns in the game or are swept out of the game.

Those disciples of the holy lands almost never treated rogue cultivators as human beings.

Those who are exceptionally talented among independent cultivators are, to put it nicely, called prodigies and heroes.

To put it bluntly, they're just bandits in the mouths of the Holy Land's disciples.

Nangong Zheng chose the safest path.

It's not something to be proud of, but there's nothing to criticize either.

This has always been the way of the cultivation world: the strong prey on the weak, and only the fittest survive.

Now that Bai Qi has emerged out of nowhere, raising the banner of sweeping across the world and purifying the Eastern Wilderness, Nangong Zheng keenly senses that the winds have shifted.

Moreover, Bai Qi is still young.

So young that Nangong Zheng felt that his old bones might still be able to witness the rise of a true emperor.

So he came, decisively and swiftly, even swallowing his pride and volunteering.

Bai Qi did not refuse Nangong Zheng's offer of allegiance.

Whether you call Nangong Zheng opportunistic or shrewd, he is a man of principle.

No one in this world is born to serve anyone else.

The fact that Nangong Zheng was able to step forward at this time is itself a statement of his stance.

With him acting as a mediator between the Tiger Heart Society and the independent cultivators, many things can proceed much more smoothly.

Bai Qi was not an idealist.

A black-and-white philosophy of life will only push potential friends to the opposite side.

He needs more people, a vast network to gather cultivators from every corner of the Eastern Wilderness.

Individual practitioners need a visible role model.

Just then, Nangong walked in, and Bai Qi naturally took him under his command.

The mesh for individual repairs shouldn't be too tight, otherwise it will break.

But this net must be dense enough that not even a wisp of wind can get through.

The group arrived at Misty Peak and began their slaughter.

Bai Qi ignored Misty Peak's pleas for mercy, his murderous aura tearing through the heavens and earth, even more powerful than when he was in the True Demon Palace.

One by one, heads flew up, trailing large amounts of blood, filled with despair and resentment.

They were killed just like that, too quickly. It's hard for them to accept it even in their dying moments.

Is this the fighting power of the Eastern Lord? It's so terrifying that it makes one unable to muster even the slightest thought of resistance.

Everyone in the surrounding area was shocked; this was incredibly powerful.

They didn't see the scene of Bai Qi fighting alone against more than a dozen Immortal Platform Level 1 experts in the battle at the True Demon Palace.

At Misty Peak, Bai Qi no longer concealed his brilliance; his killing intent was as vast as the sea, and his aura soared to the heavens.

The White Tiger Battle Suit has undergone numerous transformations, from banners and flags to battle swords and heavenly blades, and from ancient bells and divine spears—all are deadly weapons.

This battle suit and the Xuanhuang Zijin Pagoda resonate with the source of all things' primordial energy, allowing for many unexpected combinations of deadly moves.

For example, if Bai Qi were to crumple up his White Tiger Battle Suit into a ball and throw it out like an embroidered ball, the Xuanhuang Zijin Pagoda would be the tassels and beads hanging from it.

When these two weapons are combined, unless one can withstand the source of all things' primordial energy, no matter how powerful the attacker is, they will have nowhere to escape and will die upon contact, losing both their physical body and primordial spirit.

Misty Peak was wiped out; not a single chicken or dog was spared, from top to bottom.

With the destruction of Misty Peak, Bai Qi's name spread far and wide throughout the Eastern Wilderness.

His efficiency is breathtaking.

In just two days, they destroyed six strongholds in the southern region and eliminated two major sects that were secretly colluding with the Yin-Yang Sect.

The news spread like wildfire, raging across the Southern Region and the entire Eastern Wilderness.