Shrouding the Heavens: Simultaneous Transmigration, Heavenly Emperor's Stern Father

Ye Fan gasped, "It's that serious?"

What do you think?

Ye Chen glanced at him and said, "Why do you think the heirs of those holy land families don't take this path? It's not like they can't obtain other imperial scriptures."

If we're really talking about profound knowledge, the Scripture Repository of the Yao Guang Holy Land probably doesn't only contain one Imperial Scripture. But look how many scriptures the Yao Guang Holy Son has cultivated!

Ye Fan shook his head.

How could he know how many chapters the Holy Son of Yaoguang had cultivated?

I've never even seen what the Holy Son of Yaoguang looks like.

"That……"

Ye Fan hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Father, you said I'm suited for this path. Is there perhaps a way to remedy this?"

Ye Chen glanced at him.

He knew what Ye Fan was asking.

In the novel "Covering the Sky," Ye Fan obtained fragments of several imperial scriptures by chance, which forced him to embark on the most difficult path.

The Wheel Sea Chapter of the Daoist Scripture, the Dao Palace Chapter of the Western Emperor Scripture, the Four Extremes Chapter of the Hengyu Scripture, the Dragon Transformation Chapter of the Taihuang Scripture...

Each scripture was the strongest in its own secret realm, but when put together, they almost cost him his life.

Even with the terrifying aptitude of the Ancient Sacred Body, coupled with the protagonist's halo, it almost couldn't withstand the hidden dangers of cultivating multiple scriptures simultaneously. If it were an ordinary person, they would have exploded and died long ago.

"have."

Ye Chen said, "But it's very difficult; only someone with the appearance of a Heavenly Emperor can do it."

He paused, then continued, "Cultivators who practice all the scriptures need to find a balance between the various secret realms."

This balance point varies from person to person, and no ancient book can give you a standard answer. You must try it yourself and figure it out for yourself.

During this process, the pain caused by the conflict in the secret realm will accompany you for a long time. It is not physical pain, but a tearing apart at the very foundation of your Dao.

After listening, Ye Fan seemed to be deep in thought.

After a long while, he shuddered and wanted to say, "Father, maybe we should just give up. A complete Imperial Scripture is enough for me to study for a lifetime."

But his father smiled and looked at him without saying a word, as if he could see through his thoughts.

Ye Fan suddenly felt a little guilty. His father had high hopes for him. How could he be afraid of difficulties and avoid them?

After all, I, Ye Fan, am a man with the potential to become a Heavenly Emperor!

"Everything has a price. Specializing in a single Emperor Scripture also has a price: the difficulty of attaining Emperorhood." Ye Chen asked, "Do you know why?"

Ye Fan shook his head; how would he know so many secrets?

He doesn't even really understand what "Emperor" means right now.

"The idea of ​​following the path of a great emperor and having a smooth path of cultivation, and then breaking free and forging one's own path later on, sounds wonderful, but reality is cruel."

The difficulty of transcending the path trodden by a great emperor is unimaginable. A single imperial scripture can only produce one great emperor; there have been no exceptions throughout history.

This is the principle that those who learn from me will live, while those who imitate me will die!

Ye Fan fell silent.

This path sounds like it's smooth in the early stages but difficult later on, with a high lower limit and a low upper limit, while the path of nurturing the hundred scriptures is difficult in the early stages but smooth later on, with a high lower limit and a high upper limit.

He already knows how to choose.

After all, Father has never been wrong.

I resolutely uphold all the decisions my father makes, and I always unswervingly follow all his instructions.

"Father."

Ye Fan suddenly spoke up, "The Daoist scripture I cultivated before was incomplete. Will that affect my switching cultivation methods?"

Ye Chen shook his head.

"What you previously cultivated was only the incomplete Dao Scripture Wheel Sea Chapter of Lingxu Cave Heaven, which is not even a superficial understanding, but it will not affect your ability to switch to cultivating the complete Dao Scripture Wheel Sea Chapter."

"Alright, that's all for today. I'm going to study this 'Taoist Scripture: The Sea of ​​Wheels' carefully to help you with your cultivation."

Ye Chen stood up and patted off non-existent dust from his long robe.

"The path of spiritual practice is ultimately yours to walk. All I can do as your father is to pull you back before you stray from the right path."

"Father, what kind of path are you walking?"

Ye Fan asked curiously.

Ye Chen thought for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"I am walking a unique path, a path that no one before me has ever walked, and no one after me will ever walk."

He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant horizon, his eyes distant and profound. "As for whether this path is off-track or not, we'll only know when we reach the end."

Ye Fan's mind sharpened.

I sensed that there was some deeper meaning hidden in those words, but I didn't fully understand them.

Ye Chen didn't say anything more.

His path is truly unique.

Each version of myself from another world is a power, and also a cause and effect.

All beings, both heaven and earth, are one!

No one has ever walked this path in the entire universe of Shrouding the Heavens.

But it's okay.

He has plenty of time to try.

Even if this path is truly blocked, he still has one last trump card.

His son's name is Ye Fan.

The future Emperor Ye will become the man above the Dao of Sacrifice!

"It's time to forge our own weapon..."

Inside the cave, Ye Chen sat cross-legged, his black hair cascading down to his waist like a waterfall. With his eyes closed, an otherworldly aura flowed around him.

Deep within the Sea of ​​Bitterness, the golden waves have calmed, the Spring of Life gushes forth, and the Divine Bridge spans the other shore. The entire Sea of ​​Wheels Secret Realm is a unified whole, perfectly harmonious and unobstructed.

The other shore has completed its three transformations.

Only six more transformations are needed to reach the other shore of perfection and enter the Dao Palace Secret Realm.

However, before that, he still had to take the most important step in the Sea of ​​Wheels Secret Realm.

Forge your own destiny weapon!

"What kind of weapon should we forge?"

"Hmm? Another one of me has entered the realms of the heavens?"

As the night breeze swept across the cliffs outside the cave, Ye Chen suddenly opened his eyes from his deep meditation, a hint of surprise flashing in them.

A familiar tremor came from all the heavens... and yet another "self" died.

I wonder what kind of world this is?

With a thought, Ye Chen entered the star that had lit up in the vast starry sky.

……

Cold, shivering...

Consciousness rose from the chaos, like a drowning person finally touching the surface of the water.

Ye Chen opened his eyes... no, he couldn't "open his eyes".

He had no eyelids, no eyeballs, no torso, and no limbs.

Only one clear "perception" covered the area within three feet of his body, like an invisible layer of tentacles, allowing him to touch this unfamiliar world.

The chill was the first thing to hit.

It was the chill of metal seeping out from within his "body," penetrating every corner he could sense.

He tried to "move," and a faint buzzing sound echoed in the darkness...

That was the sword trembling.

sword?

Is he a sword in this world?

Ye Chen was stunned, and it took him a while to accept this fact.

What kind of world is this?

The protagonist's father is actually a sword?

When he discovered that his "perception" could extend to every inch of the sword's texture, he saw himself:

The slender sword body gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light, and two finely engraved ancient seal characters were carved on its spine... [Qiongming].

Bloodstains remained at the seam between the hilt and the blade, long since dried and blackened, yet a faint fishy smell lingered.

"Qiongming..."

Ye Chen silently repeated those two words in his mind, and suddenly his whole body trembled...

Of course, he had no human body, only a sword, but the vibration traveled from the hilt to the tip, and a clear hum echoed in the empty darkness.

Qiongming?

That name I once flipped through in some miscellaneous book, could it be from that world...?

Memories flood back like a tide.

It is the memory of the sword.