Covering the Heavens: Fishing for the Heavens Starting from the Great Accomplished Holy Body

"Senior, have you noticed anything amiss?"

Seeing the change in his expression, Elder Lin tentatively asked.

Hong Hu snapped out of his daze, glanced at him, then looked at the Starlight Bait that was still hovering quietly in mid-air, emitting a constant faint light, and his expression was uncertain.

His pride as a martial saint made him want to keep this secret to himself, and he even wanted to try to shake that distorted domain with brute force.

However, the backlash from his divine sense probe and the completely incomprehensible sense of "nothingness" filled him with apprehension.

More importantly, although this phenomenon is not earth-shattering, it has lasted for so long that more and more people will only become aware of it.

The commotion he caused when he arrived was quite significant.

If this drags on, it's likely that more than just one Martial Saint will arrive; it might even alert those hidden old monsters, or... Ghost Immortals!

When the time comes, it will be impossible to hide it anymore.

Rather than being discovered trying to take it all for yourself but being powerless to do so, it's better to...

Hong Hu's eyes darted around, and suddenly he burst into laughter, his voice echoing across the surrounding area:

"I can't figure it out either. This thing is extremely strange; you can't touch it, and even if you probe it with your divine sense, you can't see through it. I'm afraid it's not an opportunity that our Nancang Prefecture can handle!"

He spoke with great energy, his voice booming and spreading far and wide.

Elder Lin was taken aback, then realized that Hong Hu knew he couldn't finish his meal, so he decided to expose the matter and muddy the waters.

Sure enough, in just a short while...

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

The sound of wind breaking rang out one after another.

Figures flew in from all parts of the mountains and forests, and even from the direction of the distant city.

There were martial artists dressed in various colors, cultivators in flowing Taoist robes, and even a few beings with a cold aura who were clearly following the path of ghost immortals.

Soon, dozens of people gathered in the small valley. The lowest level of cultivation was innate martial arts master, and the highest level, besides Hong Hu, included two elderly men with profound auras.

Judging from the fluctuations in his qi and blood, he is clearly at the level of a Martial Saint!

After hearing the news deliberately spread by Hong Hu and witnessing the hovering starlight bait and the distorted domain with their own eyes, the crowd was filled with astonishment and doubt.

Some tried to attack, others used secret methods to investigate, but the results were the same as before—completely ineffective.

For a moment, the valley was filled with discussion, but no one dared to step forward easily.

"Such extraordinary phenomena are unheard of."

An elderly man with white hair and beard, holding a compass, stroked his beard and pondered. He was a famous feng shui master in Nancangzhou, and also a ghost immortal in the manifest realm, with extensive knowledge.

He sensed it carefully for a moment, then slowly said, "It's neither a killing formation, nor a trapping formation, nor an ordinary entrance to a secret realm."

"Observing the flowing halo, it subtly corresponds to the birth and death of stars and the pivot of creation... In my humble opinion, this may not be a calamity, but rather a kind of... test."

"Or perhaps, the opportunity for those 'destined' to find their place?"

"Does Elder Zhang mean that this is some kind of trial passed down from an ancient powerful being, which can only be triggered if specific conditions are met?"

Someone asked.

"good!"

The old man surnamed Zhang nodded, "The ancient sages, with their extraordinary abilities, often set up tests, and only those with the right destiny could enter."

"The light before us is not in this realm. It may be some kind of 'guidance' or 'token.' Only those who meet its hidden conditions can truly touch it and obtain the opportunity."

This statement quickly gained the approval of many people.

After all, since it can't be touched or seen through by divine sense, there seems to be no other explanation other than some kind of mysterious "fate" test.

As a result, the once desolate valley became bustling with activity over the next few days.

More and more cultivators and martial artists rushed to the scene after hearing the news.

Everyone used their unique abilities to try and become the "destined one".

Someone cut their finger, flicked the blood at the light, and muttered something under their breath.

Some people took out their ancestral scriptures and recited them aloud towards the light, trying to evoke a resonance.

Young people with innate superhuman strength or special physical constitution are pushed to the forefront by their elders, and they give full play to their own characteristics in the hope of being "chosen".

Several wealthy individuals even gritted their teeth and threw precious magical artifacts and elixirs into that distorted domain, euphemistically calling it a "sacrifice," hoping to move the "ancient powerful beings."

As for the result...

Blood flowed through, ancient scriptures were recited in vain, special effects were ineffective, and the sacrificial treasures fell to the ground, covered in mud.

The starlight bait, along with the distorted domain surrounding it, hung silently in mid-air.

It emitted a steady, gentle light, yet seemed to carry a faint hint of mockery.

Despite the constant comings and goings and noise in the valley, it remained steadfast and unmoved.

Like a high-up bystander, watching the group of "mortals" below rack their brains and jump around, yet they can't even touch the hem of its clothes.

Over the course of several days, the valley was filled with debris left over from the "sacrifice," and the crowd, initially excited, became somewhat tired and irritable.

"How exactly do I trigger this thing?"

"Could it be that some old monster, bored as he is, came up with this to play a trick on people?"

"I doubt it. It might not be any kind of opportunity at all, just a strange celestial phenomenon!"

Complaints began to emerge.

Hong Hu leaned against a large rock, arms crossed.

Looking at the same spot of light as before, and then at the crowd around him, some dejected and others scratching their heads, the frustration he felt over not being able to have the grapes dissipated considerably.

He grinned and muttered:

"Hey, looks like I'm not so bad after all. We're all the same!"

......

The atmosphere in the valley gradually shifted from initial fervor to weariness and doubt.

Several days passed, and the starlight bait remained suspended there, like a rock that wouldn't budge.

Many people began to back down, feeling that this might just be a strange celestial phenomenon that was incomprehensible and unattainable, a waste of time and energy.

Several prominent figures from major sects or aristocratic families gathered together and discussed in hushed tones, their eyes revealing a hint of impatience.

Hong Hu yawned, wondering if he should go back to the city for a drink, rather than just stand there staring blankly.

Just as the crowd was beginning to disperse, a slightly hesitant voice rang out from the corner:

"Esteemed seniors... I have an idea, but I'm not sure if I should say it."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

The speaker was a boy who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing a faded blue cloth long gown, and his figure was somewhat thin. He had delicate features, but his face was pale from long-term malnutrition.

His cultivation level was only at the initial stage of the Innate Realm, and there were many people present who were stronger than him.

Standing next to him was a middle-aged man with a worried expression, who seemed to be his elder. The man was secretly tugging at his sleeve, clearly not wanting him to take the lead.

"Whose brat are you? Spit it out!"

Hong Hu was bored, and seeing this, he said in a gruff voice.

The boy broke free from his elder's hand, then took a deep breath and stepped forward.

His gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on the starlight bait. His eyes gleamed with a focused light that was almost obsessive, unlike his cultivation level.

"I am Lu Ming, a junior whose family has fallen on hard times and whose cultivation is shallow. I should not speak presumptuously here."

He first introduced himself, adopting a humble posture, but his tone gradually became more stable.

"But these past few days, I've been observing this strange phenomenon, and I have some doubts in my heart that I must express."

He pointed to the starlight bait in mid-air and gestured to the stable, distorted field around it.

"The methods that all of us, including the esteemed Martial Saints, have tried can be summarized as nothing more than 'touching,' 'exploring,' 'sacrifice,' and 'stimulating oneself.'"

"We all assumed one thing—this thing is an inanimate object, or a secret entrance that we need to open, 'take or enter' in some way."

Lu Ming paused, then raised his voice slightly:

"But what if...we're all wrong?"

"What if it wasn't a treasure or an entrance waiting to be taken at all?"

His gaze was intense, and his speech quickened: "Please look at its shape, what does it resemble?"

"A long line with a hook hangs from nothingness, suspended here. There is nothing below, yet this stable domain surrounds it... Doesn't this resemble...?"

He stretched out his right hand, making a gesture of pinching a thin thread and letting it hang down:

"Doesn't it look like... a 'fish bait' suspended in the water?!"