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

Chapter 64 Yan Ruyu Enters the Azure Emperor's Yin Tomb! (Seeking first subscription!)

"Where is this place?"

Ye Fan was stunned. He clearly remembered that he was running on the outskirts of a desolate ruin. How could he suddenly enter such a world with fragrant flowers and singing birds, like a fairyland?

He cautiously observed his surroundings, his divine sense quietly spreading out, but he did not detect any fluctuations in the formation or any traces of human intervention.

It was as if this pure land had always existed here naturally, and he had just stumbled upon it by chance.

However, the sensations inside his body reminded him that things were not as peaceful as they appeared.

Thump—thump—

The demon emperor's heart, dormant in his sea of ​​suffering, now beats even more clearly.

With each heartbeat, his heart ached as if gripped by an invisible hand.

That sense of attraction clearly points to the depths of this pure land.

To be precise, it was behind those most beautiful mountain peaks in front, shrouded in mist.

There, something seemed to be calling to this heart.

Or rather, this heart was guiding him there.

Ye Fan pondered for a moment.

Given the current unclear situation and the presence of this "time bomb" within her, it would be unwise to venture into the unknown.

However, the unusual activity in the Demon Emperor's Heart is so obvious that if it is ignored, the consequences could be unimaginable if it were to erupt within his body.

Moreover, the appearance of this pure land is too strange. Perhaps it is related to the Demon Emperor's Tomb Family, or even Pang Bo's disappearance.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his doubts and unease, and cautiously walked towards the beautiful mountain peaks.

Beneath my feet was soft grass, and the air was filled with the refreshing fragrance of flowers and the fresh scent of grass.

If it weren't for the constant reminder from the unusual activity of his heart, Ye Fan would almost have thought he had stumbled into the secluded paradise of some reclusive master.

He traversed a valley bursting with vibrant flowers, crossed a crystal-clear stream teeming with colorful fish, and gradually approached the mountain peaks shrouded in ethereal mist.

The mountain peaks became increasingly clear, with their uniquely shaped rocks, ancient pines, and cascading waterfalls and flowing springs. A faint glow of sunset shimmered in the mist, adding to the mystique.

And the pull and throbbing originating from the heart of the Demon Emperor grew even stronger.

Ye Fan quickened his pace, rounded a low hill, and suddenly the view opened up before him.

Ahead lay a relatively open mountain plain, with the eaves of several exquisite pavilions and palaces peeking out from the depths of the distant fairy mountains, half-hidden by the misty clouds and not clearly visible.

However, Ye Fan's gaze was drawn to a figure standing on the edge of a cliff not far ahead.

It was a woman.

With her back to Ye Fan, she stood on the edge of a cliff, dressed in white, her figure slender and graceful. Her clothes and dark hair fluttered gently in the mountain breeze, as if she might ride the wind and ascend to immortality at any moment.

The surrounding mist surged and swirled around her, not only failing to obscure her beauty but also highlighting her ethereal grace, making her seem like the purest wisp of ethereal beauty in the world, perfectly blending with the stunning natural scenery around her, so harmonious that she seemed otherworldly.

Ye Fan stopped involuntarily.

He had seen many beautiful women, including former classmates Lin Jia and Li Xiaoman, as well as the lively and charming Li Qingchen whom he had just parted ways with; each had her own unique charm.

But the aura emanating from the figure before him was a kind of "perfection" he had never experienced before.

She simply stood there quietly, as if she were the embodiment of all the beauty and charm of heaven and earth, making everything around her pale in comparison and become mere foils to her.

A warning bell rang in Ye Fan's mind.

He never believed in true "perfection" in the world; everything has two sides.

The woman before him was beautiful, but her perfection bordered on the supernatural, and her harmony with her surroundings was unbelievable, which made him wary.

After a brief moment of distraction, Ye Fan quickly regained his composure, his eyes returning to their usual firmness and calmness.

Regardless of who this woman is or why she appeared in this strange sacred land, it is all related to the strange movement of the Demon Emperor's Heart within him.

He composed himself, stopped hesitating, and strode towards the cliff.

Just as he took a step, the woman in white on the cliff seemed to sense something and slowly turned around.

As she turned around, her face, which had been obscured by clouds and the angle of the camera, was finally revealed to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's breathing paused almost imperceptibly.

This is a face of unparalleled beauty that cannot be accurately described in words.

Her skin was as clear and lustrous as jade, shimmering with a gentle glow under the hazy mist and the mountain sunlight.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, and her eyes seemed to be shrouded in a hazy mist, carrying a hint of ambiguity and aloofness.

Her nose was delicate and upturned, her lips were naturally red, and her pearly teeth were visible like hidden pearls.

Every feature of her face is exquisitely perfect, and when combined, they create a breathtaking beauty.

She looked to be no more than twenty years old, the most beautiful age for a woman.

Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, loosely tied up with a simple jade hairpin, while the rest flowed smoothly over her shoulders, swaying gently in the breeze.

Her elegant white dress accentuated her slender figure, revealing her delicate neck and fair skin. She resembled a rare orchid blooming quietly in a secluded valley, radiating a serene and otherworldly beauty.

This beauty lies not only in her stunningly beautiful appearance, but also in her seemingly innate and deeply ingrained temperament.

Untouched by worldly concerns, far removed from the hustle and bustle of life, pure and immaculate, almost unreal in its perfection.

Anything beautiful seems vulgar and dull in her presence.

If it were an ordinary person, upon suddenly seeing such a stunning beauty, they would probably have lost their composure and felt ashamed of their own appearance.

But how resilient was Ye Fan's will?

After a brief moment of amazement, his eyes were filled with scrutiny and wariness.

It's so perfect that it feels eerie.

Moreover, it was no coincidence that this woman appeared here.

Just as Ye Fan's mind was racing, the white-clad woman on the cliff turned her gaze and landed on him.

Then, she parted her red lips slightly, revealing a faint smile that seemed to outshine the world.

In an instant, it was like a fairy flower blooming and the glacier melting away.

The aloof and hazy mist surrounding her seemed to dissipate somewhat, and her exquisite face radiated an astonishing glow because of this smile, even making the sunlight falling from the sky seem to dim for a moment.

"You've come!"

The woman spoke, her voice ethereal and melodious, like the gentle tapping of a jade chime or the flowing of a mountain spring, carrying a natural gentleness and tranquility.

Ye Fan stopped and stood a few feet away from the cliff, looking up to meet her gaze, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Who are you? Where is this place?"

He asked directly, his tone calm, revealing little emotional fluctuation.

The woman in white did not answer immediately.

Her eyes, seemingly filled with mist, gazed quietly at Ye Fan, lingering on him for a moment, especially on the area of ​​his abdomen, where she paused slightly, a faint hint of joy flashing in her eyes.

My name is Yan Ruyu.

She spoke slowly, her voice still ethereal and gentle, "This place is a pure land formed from the legacy of my ancestors!"

Yan Ruyu?

Ye Fan's heart stirred; he had never heard of this name before.

But the phrase "ancestral legacy," combined with the connection between this place and the Demon Emperor's tomb, and the restless Demon Emperor's heart within himself—

A guess came to mind.

"You are... a descendant of the Demon Emperor?"

Ye Fan asked tentatively.

Yan Ruyu nodded slightly, not denying it: "The blood of my ancestors flows in my veins!"

Her gaze fell on Ye Fan again, or rather, on the location of his sea of ​​suffering, her tone calm yet carrying an undeniable air.

"The heart in your sea of ​​suffering is the transformed heart of my ancestor, the Emperor. It is related to the inheritance of my clan and the will of my ancestors. Since it has chosen you, it is fate."

"Come with me, there are some things I need to clarify with you!"

Having said that, she turned around, her white robes fluttering, and gracefully walked towards the pavilions and palaces that were faintly visible deep within the immortal mountain.

Their steps were light, as if they were walking on clouds, without a trace of worldly dust.

Ye Fan stood there, watching her receding figure, his brows furrowed tightly.

Things suddenly started to get complicated.

But right now, there doesn't seem to be a better option.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his many questions and wariness, and started walking to catch up with the white figure ahead.

Following the causal fishing line that connects to the entrance of the Yin Tomb, Li Qingshan felt as if he were being pulled down by a gentle force.

Light and shadow shifted before my eyes, and the surrounding scenery changed rapidly: ruins, pools of water, the sky—

Everything of this world is fading away, replaced by an increasingly rich aura, imbued with the weight of time.

There was no dizziness or spinning; it was more like naturally gliding towards the destination along a pre-laid slide.

A few breaths later, their feet found solid ground.

Li Qingshan steadied himself, still holding the green bamboo pole in his hand, the fishing line dangling loosely at his side.

He looked up and surveyed his surroundings.

This is a space completely different from the outside world.

There was no sky; overhead was a hazy, dark halo that slowly swirled, like a frozen dusk.

Beneath my feet was a solid, yet neither earth nor stone, dark ground that gleamed with a metallic sheen and stretched to the horizon, its surface excessively smooth.

The air was filled with extremely pure yin energy, cool but not piercing, instead giving a comfortable feeling of nourishing the soul.

Further away, where the edge of space meets the chaos, there are indistinct outlines of countless abandoned palaces, broken ancient banners, and even some unimaginably huge skeletal shadows, floating in the chaotic energy and then slowly disappearing.

Everything seemed spacious, quiet, and ancient, yet exceptionally clean.

There is no dust, no debris, and not even any excess energy turbulence here.

Everything, whether it was the ground beneath our feet, the distant floating phantoms, or the energy flowing in the air, seemed to have been meticulously arranged by an invisible hand, neatly organized, each in its proper place.

Even the sense of time passing becomes blurred and slow here.

"This place—"

Li Qingshan muttered something to himself, his gaze following the direction the fishing line extended in his hand.

The end of the fishing line wasn't hooked onto anything.

Instead, it disappeared into the very center of this space, into a "light" that cannot be accurately described in words.

The "light" was not dazzling, but a warm and restrained chaotic color, quietly suspended.

Inside, the outline of a tower can be faintly seen.

The tower is nine stories high, and its entire body has a strange texture that is neither gold nor jade, but more like some kind of warm and smooth bone. The tower body is filled with an indescribable aura of the Great Dao.

Just looking at it gives one a sense of weight and authority that has suppressed all ages and stabilized the universe, as if it were the "axis" of this space, the fulcrum of all laws and existence.

A deserted tower!