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

The Ruins of Return returned to its deathly silence, only more shattered than before, permeated with the scorching aura and destructive traces left by the burning of the Overlord's Blood.

Li Qingshan stood alone in the void, his black clothes stained with blood, possessing both his own imperial blood and the purple domineering blood of his enemies.

His breathing was slightly uneven, and his face was a little pale. The light of the millions of particles in his body had dimmed considerably, indicating that he had consumed a lot of energy.

But those eyes shone brighter than the stars.

He slowly opened his left palm.

There floated three fist-sized clumps of blood essence, as hot and dazzling as purple suns, and three faint yet resilient fragments of the Overlord Body Dao imprint.

This is the most core essence extracted from the three Kun Gu.

Each one is enough to make a quasi-emperor envious, containing some of the secrets and supreme blood and energy of the Overlord Body lineage.

After thinking for a moment, Li Qingshan sealed two of the slightly larger clumps of blood essence and fragments of the Great Dao into a specially made jade bottle and stored it in the inner space of the Heaven-Shielding Net.

"Keep it; it might be good 'bait' later, or we can trade it for something."

Then, he took out the Azure Dragon Divine Beast Egg that he had been keeping close to his body and nurturing.

The dragon scale patterns on the eggshell seemed to sense something, glowing slightly and conveying a sense of longing and urgency.

"Dad... I'm hungry..."

Li Qingshan smiled and gently pressed the remaining essence of the Overlord Blood onto the Azure Dragon Egg.

"Eat up, the essence of the Great Completion Body will be enough for you to digest for a while."

The purple essence of the dragon's blood was quickly absorbed by the Azure Dragon Egg, like flowing water.

The dragon scale patterns on the eggshell became clearer and more lustrous, and the faint life force inside grew stronger and more profound at a speed that could be perceived by the naked eye.

Faintly, one could hear satisfied swallowing sounds and a soft dragon's roar coming from inside the eggshell.

Li Qingshan turned his gaze to the distance, then took a step and left this desolate and ravaged borderland.

......

The Ancestral Star of Hegemony, atop the ancient and vast cosmos.

The deepest part of the ancestral temple is the area where the ancestors of the Hegemon Body and their core destiny tablets are enshrined.

Click, click...

Three soft yet crisp cracking sounds rang out in succession in the deathly silent temple, sounding particularly jarring.

Those guarding this place were several elders with extremely pure and prestigious bloodlines.

They were originally concentrating with their eyes closed, communicating with the ancestral artifact, trying to sense the aura of the three ancestors in the desolate wilderness of the universe once again.

The sudden sound made them open their eyes abruptly.

A deathly silence and despair spread like a cold tide.

The three natal blood jades turned to dust, all pointing to a fact they could not accept but had to face.

The three Grandmasters all perished at the same time.

"Activate the ancestral artifact! Search at all costs! I need to know what happened!"

The elder at the head of the group had a contorted face, his voice ripped apart by extreme fear and rage.

He needed to know who the enemy was, even if it was just to understand what kind of terrifying being the Overlord lineage had provoked, or where they should escape to.

The surviving elders suppressed the trembling of their souls and together poured their remaining blood and divine power into the wailing Broken Army Spear.

The dark purple light struggled to ignite again.

A beam of purple light, reaching to the heavens and the earth, once again descended upon the desolate and terrifying Ruins of the cosmos.

This time, they almost recklessly sent their divine senses into the core area of ​​the battlefield remnants, attempting to seize the smallest fragments of cause and effect.

However, just as this divine thought touched the core area shrouded in chaos and destruction.

A cold, piercing gaze instantly locked onto the divine thought extending from the Broken Army Spear, and even through the divine thought, it faintly locked onto the Broken Army Spear itself in the ancestral temple!

Immediately afterwards, in the reflection of the suddenly contracted pupils of the several powerful elders, they saw a line.

A slender, transparent "thread," seemingly not existing in this dimension of space and time, traveled back along the trajectory of their divine thoughts at a speed beyond their comprehension!

At the end of this line, there seemed to be an almost imperceptible phantom of a "hook" that emanated a chilling aura that could freeze their very souls.

There was no grand scale, no explosive energy.

There is only one absolute, irresistible, "rule-like" force of acquisition.

"No... what is this...?"

The exclamations abruptly ceased.

Swish!

That invisible "thread" trembled slightly.

At the center of the altar, the ancestral artifact "Broken Army Spear," which had been passed down for countless millennia and symbolized the glory and power of the Overlord lineage, was like a fish that had been caught, falling off the altar without any resistance.

It shrank instantly, transforming into a dark purple stream of light, which was "pulled" into the void by the invisible thread and disappeared without a trace.

The ancestral temple was utterly silent.

The elders remained frozen in place, their expressions etched with extreme fear and bewilderment, maintaining the posture of activating divine power.

The supreme ancestral artifact they relied on to communicate with their ancestors and guard their ancestral star was "fished" away.

They were easily lured away by a "line" and a "hook" that appeared out of nowhere and traced back along their own exploration path.

Inside the ancestral temple, there was a moment of deathly silence.

However, this is just the beginning.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

……

A deep and dense humming sound resounded simultaneously from the dome of the ancestral temple, from the earth veins beneath their feet, and from every inch of space and every corner of the Overlord Ancestral Star!

It was as if millions of invisible bowstrings were being pulled taut at the same time, a tremor of "rules" being forcibly disturbed and woven together!

Then they saw the "line".

Billions upon billions, billions upon billions, endless!

Slender and transparent, like silk drawn from the purest crystal, or like the veins of destiny itself, it falls like a torrential rain from the deep void above the ancestral star of the Overlord!

Every single line was exactly the same as the one used to fish out the Broken Army Spear.

At the end of each line hangs a phantom hook.

They were so dense that they blocked out all the light from the stars, forming an unimaginably magnificent net that covered the entire Ancestral Star of Hegemony!

"This...this is..."

An elder looked up, his pupils reflecting the apocalyptic scene, and made strange hoarse noises in his throat, but he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

The next moment, it fell.

The fishing line, numbering in the billions, ignored the stars and atmosphere, ignored the palace walls, ignored the array protection, ignored the spatial distance, and pierced through everything.

They precisely "hooked" all the creatures that possessed the bloodline of the Overlord.

It hooked the boiling source of domineering blood between the elders' brows.

It hooked every drop of purple blood pumped from the strong hearts of the young prodigies on the training ground.

It hooked the faint yet pure bloodline of inheritance within women and children.

It even hooked those beasts that were kept in captivity and used to extract their essence!

None were missed, and none were distinguished by strength or weakness.

All those with the blood of a tyrant were hooked.

Then, reel in the line.

"Ugh!!"

"My lifeblood... is being drained!"

"No, Ancestor, save me!"

"What kind of evil magic is this?!"

Terrified screams and wails instantly echoed in every corner of the stars.

Hundreds of millions of dark purple blood lines, some thick and some thin, were like life essence forcibly pulled from the blood vessels. They were ruthlessly pulled from the bodies of every powerful being by fishing lines and rolled back towards the deep void above the starry sky!

The scene was bleak and terrifying.

The elders' bodies withered and died at a visible rate, their blood essence was drained away, and even their divine soul essence was taken away, turning them into ashes.

The ancestor, who had been in seclusion, roared and shattered the cave. His surging blood and qi rose into the sky, but like a moth caught in a spider's web, he was entangled and tightened by more and thicker fishing lines, and was eventually drained into an empty shell before collapsing with a crash.

In the city, on the streets, countless members of the Overlord Clan, whether fleeing or kneeling in supplication, were transformed into lifeless shells with the slightest tremor of the fishing line, and then shattered into dust.

The entire ancestral planet of the Overlord Body seemed to have become a fishpond being "cleared".

And "fish" refers to all creatures with the bloodline of the Overlord.

Just a few breaths.

The wailing ceased.

The screams ceased.

On the surface of the stars, there is no longer a single living member of the Overlord Bloodline.

All the life forms and souls containing the essence of the Overlord Body were harvested by those billions of fishing lines, turning into nourishment flowing into nothingness.

But this is not the end.

The fishing line sank again.

This time, they hooked at the stars themselves.

It hooked towards the star origin deep within the Earth's core, which had been imbued with domineering purple intent through countless sacrifices by the Overlord Clan.

It hooked towards the countless powerful array patterns and ancient totems engraved on the mountains and rivers.

The hook reached for the divine ingredients and precious medicines sealed in the secret vault, which were imbued with the aura of the Overlord Body.

The hook reached the jade slip and bone book inside the scripture pavilion that contained the ancient scripture of the Overlord Body.

As the fishing line passed, the purple aura in the earth's veins was stripped away, leaving behind gray, decaying rocks.

The array patterns and totems lost their brilliance and turned into mundane marks.

The essence of the divine ingredients and precious medicines has been completely lost, turning them into waste.

The characters on the jade slips and bone inscriptions are blurred, and their transmission has been interrupted.

The stars are "crying" and "withering".

What was taken away was not only the Overlord Clan, but also its unique and powerful "concept" and "foundation" as the "Ancestral Star of Overlords".

When the last wisp of purple light was fished out from the earth's core, when the last ancient stone scripture turned to ashes.

The billions of fishing lines that shrouded the stars, like a tide that had completed its mission, silently receded, retreating into that deep void and disappearing without a trace.

The ancestral star of the Overlord Body remains suspended in its original position.

But it is already "dead".

The once vibrant and fiery ancient star, shrouded in purple mist, has now become a massive, gray, cold rock devoid of any life or spirit.

On the surface of the stars, once magnificent palaces have been reduced to ruins, majestic mountains are riddled with cracks, and rushing rivers have dried up completely.

Dead silence.

The lineage of the Overlord Body was thus extinguished.

The legacy has been lost, and the ancestral star has withered.

Completely, it's all in the past!