Covering the Sky: A Guide to Proving the Dao Without Cheats

Xing Daorong felt his bones creaking and his ears ringing, as if the whole world was pressing down on his shoulders.

Unsteady on his feet, he took a step forward, and a huge pit tens of feet deep immediately sank into the ground before he managed to regain his balance.

The middle-aged man holding the mirror and the young man holding the lamp who were following behind him were directly pressed into the ground several feet deep.

The soil beneath them, which had been soft, was now as hard as divine iron.

Deep in the pit, the two men struggled on all fours, but could not even stand up. They felt their blood stagnate and their hearts pound like drums; every movement was incredibly difficult.

If it weren't for the divine power within their bodies supporting them, the two would have instantly turned into two piles of minced meat.

Xing Daorong glanced at Gai Jiuyou and Wei Yi, who were still standing silently in the distance, with an ugly expression, and suddenly realized: So that's how it is... This is your scheme!

Are you trying to use this brat's strange phenomena to distract me so that you can join forces against me? If that's the case, I'm afraid I really won't be able to withstand it. This plan is truly vicious... The only way now is to deal with this brat first!

Luo Heng was somewhat puzzled as he watched Xing Daorong staring intently at Gai Jiuyou and his companion with a fierce expression.

The next instant, his expression changed drastically, and he raised his arm and punched the empty space in front of him!

Wherever the fist struck, the small world of holy light crushed through the void, squeezing and distorting the space itself.

Almost at the same instant, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the fist—

It was the old man named Xing Daorong.

The old man's outstretched five fingers collided violently with Luo Heng's fist. A terrifying force erupted between them, and the shockwave swept out like a nuclear explosion, instantly creating a huge crater a hundred feet in size. Several surrounding low mountains were completely blown away.

With a deafening roar, the old man was thrown backward. Luo Heng, on the other hand, remained standing in the void, not having retreated an inch.

However, the small world within the protective halo surrounding him seemed to be facing its end—mountains collapsed, the earth cracked, and ancient trees and giant mountains turned into dust in large swaths.

Xing Daorong's eyes flashed, and he said coldly, "So that's how it is... You are the strongest among this group."

Hahaha, I get it! No wonder I couldn't sense the cultivation level of those two old guys... It turns out they were just bluffing to keep me in check.

What a cunning scheme! I, Xing Daorong, who has ruled the world for so long, never imagined I would fall into such a trap!

He spoke with increasing certainty, his eyes growing more ruthless: "Since that's the case, I no longer need to be wary of them. Come, let's fight head-on—let me personally crush you, you monster!"

Having said that, he flipped his hand and summoned his weapon of enlightenment, a golden mace, which he brought down on Luo Heng's head.

Luo Heng didn't bother to explain and immediately launched a "Desolate" secret attack.

The moment the two collided, a dazzling light shone forth, and a terrifying aura surged outwards like a tidal wave.

The moment the old man was blasted away again, the protective halo around Luo Heng shattered, and the small world within it was completely annihilated.

Luo Heng's own blood and qi surged, and a trace of five-colored blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Xing Daorong's face lit up with joy. However, before he could attack again, Luo Heng's body flashed with light—

Another protective divine ring and the small world have actually re-formed!

Xing Daorong's eye twitched, then he gritted his teeth and lunged forward again, launching a fierce attack on Luo Heng.

He not only wielded his golden mace, but also unleashed terrifying mace shadows thousands of meters long.

If Luo Heng could intercept these attacks, all would be fine, but if any of them slipped through the net and landed on the ground, mountains would collapse and the earth would crack and sink.

In just a few breaths, the once desolate and vast northern land has been ravaged and crisscrossed with ravines.

The old man's eyes occasionally flashed with a chilling, bone-piercing sword aura, and sometimes he would even open his mouth and spit out a jet-black beam of light that could corrode bones and marrow.

With his other hand, he swiftly formed hand seals, unleashing a barrage of powerful offensive seals widely known in the Eastern Wilderness, such as the Mountain Collapse Seal, the Qilin Seal, and the Great Sun Seal, bombarding Luo Heng's flickering protective ring like a torrential downpour.

No matter what methods the opponent used, Luo Heng always responded with the secret technique of "Wilderness".

He swung his fists, and countless small worlds on his fists were constantly being created and revolving, even distorting space as they passed through it, emitting a sharp buzzing sound as they struggled under the strain.

Every clash of fists and maces creates a crater thousands of feet deep in the earth.

The two did not remain stationary, but instead fought and moved, their figures flickering unpredictably.

This caused immense suffering to the landscape within a radius of hundreds of miles—with each collision and shift between the two, continuous mountain ranges were flattened, the blood-red earth collapsed into abysses, and the terrain of the entire area was completely rewritten under the violent force.

Although they seemed evenly matched, Luo Heng suffered a violent backlash and internal injuries every time his protective ring shattered.

Although the old man's body was also cracked by the force of the punch, Luo Heng was still at a disadvantage overall.

This is something that can't be helped.

Although Luo Heng's physical body is strong now, it depends on who he is compared to. When faced with attacks from a Dragon Transformation Realm expert, his body is as fragile as porcelain.

Fortunately, the secret of the character "荒" protected it, which allowed it to withstand the aftershocks of each collision.

However, precisely because this "wilderness" secret was created by him and was achieved through a shortcut, the secret technique appears to be very crude.

It cannot even repair itself in real time when damaged; it can only be reassembled after it is completely broken.

Fortunately, Luo Heng could still use the constantly emerging and disappearing miniature world on his fist as a shield to barely resist and maneuver around it; otherwise, he would probably have been defeated long ago.

It was precisely in such life-and-death battles that he gained a deeper understanding of the two uses of the "Wilderness" secret, and his connection and transition in battle gradually became more seamless.

With each violent collision, more cracks appeared on Xing Daorong's body, making him look as if he had been pulled from a pool of blood, his appearance ferocious and terrifying.

Neither of them showed any intention of backing down, and they continued to fiercely exchange blows time and time again.

At that moment, Luo Heng had a sudden realization.

He subconsciously inscribed another ancient character in the small world formed by his fist.

Without any hindrance, he succeeded.

The little world in his palm trembled slightly before stabilizing.

Seven ancient characters hovered steadily within it.

However, at the moment this punch collided with Xing Daorong's golden mace again—

"Clang—!!"

The golden mace shattered with a deafening roar, turning into countless golden fragments that shot back into Xing Daorong's body, even piercing through it and shooting into the distance from behind.

That fist, which held a small world within it, slammed solidly into Xing Daorong.

Despite his best efforts to dodge, he was still grazed by that small world, and half of his body instantly turned into blood mist and dissipated into the world.

With only half of his body remaining, Xing Daorong stood there with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice, "Good...good...to die at the hands of such a peerless monster...this old man...can die in peace."

As soon as he finished speaking, he collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, Luo Heng also opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of five-colored blood, then gasped for breath and collapsed to the ground.

Looking at the devastated battlefield before him, a deep sense of weariness washed over him.