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

The Ocean of Reincarnation.

In the core of that desolate land, composed of endless fragments of space and turbulent currents of time, several dormant wills were stirred by the approaching, undisguised aura of the Holy Body.

"Another Great Completion Saint Body! Is the world becoming suitable for Saint Body cultivation again? How strange!"

"Heh, interesting..."

A voice, seemingly emanating from an ancient glacier, resounded: "A dying body, a lingering will—do you also wish to emulate those glorious years and perform such awe-inspiring deeds?"

"Just the last chirping of an ant!"

Another voice scoffed, "However, this ant's chirping is quite loud. Let him 'go' and see how many waves he can stir up."

Immortal Tomb, Divine Ruins, Burial Island...

In the deepest recesses of one forbidden zone after another, those supreme beings who had severed themselves and lay dormant for eternity were more or less startled by the aura of the Great Accomplished Holy Body that was "walking" towards them.

Some people ignore it, as if it were a boring fireworks display.

Some frowned slightly, feeling their slumber disturbed.

Some, under the oppressive force of the approaching blurry figure, recalled the glorious years when the nine holy bodies were born one after another in ancient times to suppress the dark turmoil, and a very complex and difficult-to-understand light flashed in their eyes.

Disgust, fear, murderous intent...

And a distant memory of that vibrant, vigorous, and fighting spirit-filled state of being, which they themselves were unwilling to admit.

The golden figure formed by the Martian sacred body, under the "watchful gaze" of many ancient beings in the universe, traversed the starry sky step by step.

He ignored the movement of the stars, crossed the desolate star field, and even passed by the edges of several famous and ominous places, causing the sleeping spirits and ancient beasts there to tremble and prostrate themselves in fear.

Finally, his footsteps stopped in the outer star field of the ancient Big Dipper star.

Across a vast distance, it stands in stark contrast to those forbidden zones of life, emanating an overwhelming aura of blood and death.

He remained silent.

He simply stood there quietly, his blurred face seemingly piercing through time and space, "gazing" at the cold will deep within the forbidden zone.

Golden blood flowed slowly around him, like dormant galaxies, silent yet suppressing the rules of that star field, causing them to groan slightly.

A silent yet incredibly powerful declaration, conveyed through this fading, remnant body, was transmitted to every being who could sense this place:

Even if the Holy Body lineage sheds blood across the starry sky, even if only remnants remain, its will remains unyielding, and its might endures!

At this moment, the sky above the ancient Big Dipper changed color.

Countless cultivators looked up in shock, not understanding why, but feeling a tremor and oppression originating from the depths of their souls.

Deep within the ancient families, immortal dynasties, and sacred religions, ancient relics, like living fossils, suddenly opened their eyes, looked towards the heavens, tears streaming down their faces, or trembling all over, as if they had witnessed mythology come to life.

"That's the aura... Could it be...?"

"The ancient guardians have returned?"

"Greetings to the Holy Body of Humanity!"

This standoff did not last long.

Perhaps their strength is waning, or perhaps their goal has been achieved.

The golden figure took one last deep look at the land of Beidou, especially those few forbidden zones of life.

In his gaze, there was scrutiny, indifference, and even a faint hint of mockery, as if he had seen through the loneliness of eternity.

Then, he slowly turned around.

No longer looking towards the Big Dipper, no longer ignoring restricted areas.

The golden figure began to become transparent, transforming into countless points of light, like a galaxy flowing backward, drifting away towards the direction it came from, towards the ancient star Yinghuo.

They came with force, but left with indifference.

......

Until that figure completely disappeared, the lingering golden aura also returned to the dust of the universe.

Within the Primordial Ancient Mine, a faint, indifferent will resounded once more:

So this is how farewells are done.

"A forceful patrol, staring directly into the restricted area—is it a threat to us...? Heh, quite the temperamental one."

"Unfortunately, he died after all!"

The cold words fell, and the ancient mine returned to deathly silence, as if the awe-inspiring journey that had just shaken the starry sky was nothing more than an insignificant illusion.

Within the Sea of ​​Reincarnation, a voice as vast as an ancient glacier scoffed: "Bluster!"

No further words were said.

Other restricted areas have also gradually returned to calm.

The Martian Holy Body's final "powerful walk" was like a stone thrown into an ancient pond.

Although it stirred up ripples, it even made the beings at the bottom of the pool open their eyes and glance at it.

But the stones sank to the bottom, the ripples subsided, and the ancient pool remained cold and deep, waiting for the moment when it could truly be stirred.

......

Li Qingshan watched as the golden figure transformed into a rain of light and completely dissipated into the depths of the universe, the gentle smile on his face slowly fading away.

He looked away and stopped looking at the starry sky.

Instead, he looked down at the desolate, dark red land beneath his feet.

The gaze pierced through the thick layers of rock, reaching the deepest part of the ancient star, Yinghuo.

There, he saw an ancient and dilapidated palace, standing silently amidst the almost solidified magma and chaotic energy at the earth's core.

The palace has an ancient style and its age is unknown. It is made entirely of a dark golden divine stone and is covered with battle marks that look like they were cleaved by knives and axes. Many parts have collapsed, but it still exudes an immortal Taoist charm.

In the void directly above the palace, floated a fleshy ball about the size of a house, its entire body a strange, blood-red color.

The surface of the fleshy ball was covered with fine, vascular-like patterns, and it seemed to wriggle slightly as if it were alive, like a large cocoon that was nurturing something.

What caught Li Qingshan's attention even more was that this blood-red fleshy ball seemed to be being pulled by an invisible force, slowly sinking into a faint and extremely unstable void portal, as if it might completely leave this world at any moment.

In the open space in front of the palace was a "fairy cave" that had long been broken and had extremely irregular edges.

The cave entrance was deep and dark, filled with chaotic energy, and a hazy passage leading to an unknown destination could be vaguely seen inside.

Right at the entrance to that immortal cave, amidst the chaotic energy, two extremely blurry figures, seemingly formed from the imprints of time, sat facing each other.

These are two Great Dao imprints that have never been completely erased even after countless ages!

One of the figures had his back to the crowd.

Although it is just a mark, it gives people a majestic aura that suppresses the heavens and the earth and dominates the ages.

Another figure was shrouded in dazzling celestial light and chaos, indistinct and with an equally unfathomable aura.

The two marks stand silently facing each other, as if recreating a distant past where two supreme beings once sat here discussing the Dao, or perhaps fighting to the death. They sat for a thousand years, and even time could not completely erase the traces of the Dao they left behind.

"The Great Emperor Wushi..."

Li Qingshan's gaze fell on the figure with his back to the crowd, and he softly uttered the name, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

I gaze longingly at the path to immortality, but see no ancients before me, nor any successors after me; I stand alone atop the clouds.

Turning my back to all living beings!

This is an assessment of this great emperor.

He shook his head, no longer delving into that ancient history.

Right now, there's something even more interesting.

His gaze returned to the crimson sphere of flesh above the palace, slowly being drawn by the void portal, and a hint of interest slowly curved his lips.