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

Chapter 67 Using the Azure Emperor as bait, fishing for eternal life!

Following the cause-and-effect fishing line, Li Qingshan returned from the depths of the Yin Tomb.

The alternating sensation of solidity and emptiness beneath my feet lasted only a few breaths before the hazy, indistinct light and shadow before my eyes receded like the tide, revealing once again the familiar pool, the bluestone, and the distant, faint sounds of cultivators' clamor.

He steadied himself and sat down again on the bluestone.

The air still carried the dust kicked up by the group chasing the Demon Emperor's Heart, mixed with the dampness of the pool, completely pulling him back to the present world from the ancient, desolate core of the Emperor's Tomb.

Li Qingshan stretched and yawned, his gaze falling on the green bamboo pole in his hand, his mind racing.

The deal with the Azure Emperor's avatar has been finalized; the next step is to figure out how to send the person over.

This looks simple, but it's actually a bit complicated to do.

He knew the rules of the fishing system very well. To fish out something from the fishing grounds of the heavens, you needed bait and to wait for the fish to bite. What you caught could be physical objects, or you could have cultivation techniques, energy, fragments of the origin, etc.

Conversely, it's not really possible to actively "send" something in, especially a living person.

The system is not a transport fleet; its core logic is "exchange".

You have to throw out the bait first, and wait for the other party to exchange it for something of value before you can send over the "goods" that come with the bait.

And to be honest, even if the system allowed it, Li Qingshan didn't really want to send the Azure Emperor's avatar into the "fishing" trap in such a rudimentary way.

The mighty Demon Emperor, unique throughout the ages, was merely an incarnation of imperial will, yet he was hooked like a fish and thrown into another world.

The scene was too ugly and too undignified.

If the Azure Emperor himself were to awaken in the desolate tower one day and learn that his imperial consciousness incarnation had been thrown in like bait, the cause and effect would be rather complicated.

We need to add a layer of disguise to this matter.

The best solution is to place the Azure Emperor's avatar inside an object, making that object a "trading item".

Then he offered a "trade item," and the other party exchanged it for something of value, so the Azure Emperor's avatar naturally went over.

The entire process complies with the rules.

Respectable, and leaves no room for criticism!

As for who that "other party" is, it doesn't matter.

As long as the transaction is voluntary and in accordance with the rules, the Azure Emperor's avatar can land safely.

Having figured this out, Li Qingshan began to consider the selection of objects.

Ordinary ritual implements will not suffice.

Even though the Azure Emperor's incarnation is just a thought of an emperor, its essence is still at the emperor level. Ordinary magic artifacts cannot withstand it and would collapse as soon as they enter.

It must be at least at the level of a supreme artifact, and it must also have sufficient compatibility to prevent the entry of external will.

Li Qingshan sat cross-legged on the bluestone, reaching into the space inside his black robe, his divine sense sweeping over the mountain of various collections.

Weapons of ordinary powerful beings and Saint Lord level are skipped, as the materials are too poor.

There are quite a few divine objects and materials caught by fishing, but it would take too much time and effort to refine them into qualified imperial weapons, which is really not worth it.

He flipped through them, and his fingertips touched something heavy.

With a thought, the object emerged from the space and landed in his palm.

It was a dark purple ancient spear that had shrunk to about a foot long.

This is the Overlord's Ancestral Artifact, the Breaking Army Spear, made of top-tier materials, forged from Purple Extreme Immortal Gold.

There are many types of immortal gold in the world of Shrouding the Heavens. In addition to the most common ones such as Eternal Blue Gold, Dao Tribulation Gold, Immortal Tear Green Gold, and Phoenix Blood Crimson Gold, there are also some extremely rare variants.

Purple Extreme Immortal Gold is one such type, produced only in the core depths of the Hegemon Body Ancestral Star, containing the unique domineering will and killing aura of the Hegemon Body lineage.

He weighed the purplish-gold metal in his hand, feeling its calm and sharp essence.

Having been nurtured by countless generations of powerful beings, it possesses profound inner strength and can be considered a fine supreme artifact.

He erased the remaining domineering will within it, and now, although the spear is clean, it is still just a rough piece waiting to be sculpted.

If one is willing to put in the effort, it is not impossible to forge it into a true imperial weapon.

But after stroking the ancient and fierce patterns on the spear, Li Qingshan shook his head after a moment.

This thing was created specifically for killing and warfare; its function is too singular. Although its attack is fierce, it is only for attacking.

The Azure Emperor's incarnation was on this trip to broaden his horizons and help him fish for the Eternal Realm, not to fight to the death with others.

Not suitable.

Li Qingshan retracted the Broken Army Spear into his body and continued searching.

Then he took out a fragment of an ancient sword, about three fingers wide and palm long, with jagged edges.

Half a cloud pattern remained on the sword, with a blue light flowing between the patterns, a wisp of dormant sword intent.

Though severed, its sharpness remains.

He held the fragment upright, flicked it with his fingertips, and the sword emitted a very soft ringing sound. The wisp of blue light suddenly shone, drawing a thin, hair-like sword mark in the air, which slowly dissipated after three breaths.

This should be the remains of a sword belonging to a supreme being from another world. The sword intent has lost its source, but it can still unleash a complete attack.

As a forbidden weapon, it would be enough to severely injure a supreme being in a forbidden zone.

He put the fragment aside.

Then they took out a bronze cauldron, shrunk to the size of a fist, with three legs and two handles, and its body was covered in green rust.

Several ancient characters were engraved on the belly of the cauldron, but they were rusted and only their outlines remained. He made a deciphering look and recognized them as meaning "nourishing the soul" and "strengthening the essence".

When the divine sense probed inside, a faint, extremely long-lasting medicinal fragrance lingered deep within the cauldron, seemingly left behind by a pill immortal from a certain cultivation world.

However, this object has too limited a function, and Li Qingshan himself is not good at alchemy, nor does he have the ability to modify this cauldron.

So they gave up!

I looked at them one by one, and each one had its own flaws.

It's either that its function is too limited, or its aura is too strong, or its foundation is too weak to withstand the long-term presence of an Emperor-level will.

My fingertips touched something; it felt cold and had sharp edges.

Li Qingshan had a sudden thought: It's the Ship of Creation!

The object, no bigger than the palm of my hand, is dark gold in color and has an antique design.

The ship's hull has smooth lines, and the shadowy silhouettes of cabins and decks are faintly visible. Upon closer inspection, faint gold patterns seem to flow slowly within those silhouettes.

This object originates from the Yangshen Universe, and is the king of divine artifacts meticulously crafted by the Dao of Creation. Its concept is to cross the sea of ​​suffering.

Reach the other side.

In terms of function alone, this object possesses the ability to traverse the vast world, suppress all things, and integrate offense and defense, making it a truly comprehensive device.

Of course, once this item falls into the world of Shrouding the Heavens, its actual power is only at the Saint level.

But as Li Qingshan examined the small boat over and over again, his eyes gradually brightened.

This boat is incredibly versatile.

It can fly, cross rivers, garrison, and defend; it is capable of both offense and defense!

It can even serve as a mobile cave dwelling.

When Zaohuadao was designed, it was intended to be the ultimate all-around vehicle.

This concept is extremely rare in the world of the Heaven-Covering Law. In this world, imperial artifacts are mostly specialized in one area; offense is offense, and defense is defense.

A structure like the Desolate Tower, capable of both suppression and evolution, is an anomaly among anomalies.

The Creation Boat's concept of integrating crossing, carrying, suppressing, and attacking and defending is exactly what Li Qingshan has never encountered before in his cultivation.

Since that's the case, I've decided on you!

With that in mind, the next step is to refine the weapon.

As he was pondering this, he suddenly had a sudden realization and let out a soft "hmm".

My gaze passed over the pool in front of me, through the layers of mist surrounding the ruins, and landed on a wasteland dozens of miles away.

There, a fat Taoist priest in a gray robe was riding a divine rainbow, flying around with a smug look on his face, his mouth stretched wide to almost earlobes.

Not far behind the fat Taoist priest, a boy of about eleven or twelve years old, his face pale and trembling, roared at the departing rainbow light: "You unscrupulous Taoist priest, I'll fucking kill you!"

The boy clenched his fists, his face turning red, clearly very angry.

As Li Qingshan watched this scene, the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile.

Isn't that Ye Fan and Duan De?

With a single glance, he instantly understood the whole story.

Previously, when I entered the Yin Tomb of the Azure Emperor, the Yang Tomb outside was violently breached by a group of powerful beings, causing many spiritual weapons to be ejected.

That despicable Duan De just stole Ye Fan's spirit weapon, and he did it twice!

Li Qingshan's smile deepened. He put away the Ark of Creation and stood up from the bluestone.

"It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early!"

He muttered something to himself, his gaze fixed on the rainbow light that was about to disappear into the distance, and took a step forward.

The figure faded away like ripples on water, and when it reappeared, it was already in the void a hundred feet in front of Duan De.

Li Qingshan stood suspended in mid-air, holding the green bamboo pole in his hand, a gentle smile on his face, waiting for the rainbow light to crash into him.

Duan De was in a very good mood at this moment.

As he flew, he tallied his newly acquired spoils, humming an unknown tune.

"What good luck today! I ran into a super fat lamb as soon as I stepped out the door, and she was such a tender little girl that you could squeeze water out of her."

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"These spiritual weapons should be kept by a virtuous person like me—"

He was happily planning how to reforge these weapons when he got back when he suddenly heard a cheerful voice from ahead: "Fellow Daoist, please wait!"

Duan De was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

Before he could even see the person clearly, everything suddenly went black.

A dark, heavy net descended from the sky without warning, completely enveloping him.

The network cable was thin and soft, yet surprisingly tough. Duan De didn't even have time to struggle before he felt as if all his strength had been drained away. His eyes rolled back, and he plummeted straight down from mid-air.

thump!

The fat Taoist priest fell heavily to the ground, raising a small cloud of dust. His posture was rather unsightly, face down with his buttocks sticking up high.

Only then did Li Qingshan calmly walk out of the void, carrying a green bamboo pole.

He hovered about ten feet above Duan De, looked down at the fat Taoist priest on the ground who was wrapped in a black net like a rice dumpling, and wore a peaceful smile on his face.

"Oh dear, so young, falling asleep the moment her head hits the pillow. Is it because she's been tomb raiding too often and her health is failing?"

His tone was gentle, as if he genuinely cared.

His gaze, however, passed over the wasteland and landed on the figure of the boy who was still jumping up and down and cursing, dozens of miles away.