Covering the Sky: I am Donghuang Taiyi

however--

When Yanfei, Dichu, and Dijun regained their consciousness.

To their astonishment, they found themselves in a vast and boundless paradise.

In particular, when they saw Donghuang, Zixia, An Miaoyi and the others smiling at them, they couldn't help but open their mouths wide, too shocked to speak.

"So that's how it is. My father fought alone on the plateau back then. Although he unfortunately died in battle, he successfully broke through to the level of the sacrificial path..." Soon, Di Jun, who had been resurrected by Donghuang Yingzhao and was already considered to be half a step beyond the transcendent, suddenly realized.

He, the Empress, Wushi, and the Ancestral Sacrifice Spirit are among the few who have managed to take even a half-step towards transcendence.

Now that he has reached the halfway point of the sacrificial path, he can naturally see through many things and immediately understand the cause and effect.

There was some silence, and some helplessness.

"Father, Mother, you've kept this from us for so long!" Yanfei was even more indignant.

Even the usually calm and resolute Emperor Chu couldn't help but look at his father, Donghuang, and the others with a hint of resentment, unsure of what to say.

How have they survived all these years? They were relentlessly hunted down by the strange race, with nowhere to escape, and they narrowly escaped death countless times, constantly struggling and teetering between life and death.

And you all just hid on the sidelines and watched the show?

"You can't blame us for this. It was Father who insisted on keeping the Strange Clan alive to hone you!"

Ye Fan's eldest daughter, Xiao Zi, stepped forward with a smile.

She hugged Di Jun tightly, who looked helpless, filled with affection and immense pride.

Meanwhile, Chenxi, the innate Dao fetus, arrived with her son Di Yi, filled with joy, before her husband, who had endured many hardships and tribulations and had broken through to the realm of sacrificial Dao.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry. My darling daughter is really amazing!"

Zixia, who was standing to the side, also smiled and stepped forward to embrace her daughter Yanfei, who was full of resentment and indignation, and comforted her.

"Excellent! We are all proud of your performance!"

An Miaoyi looked at her son, Di Jun, and said sincerely.

Over the years, although they have been practicing in this secluded paradise, they have also been paying attention to the situation in the world and witnessing their son's experiences and growth.

Seeing him being suppressed and killed by the eerie Immortal Emperor, his remaining physical body fell into darkness, but ultimately he blocked the invasion of the dark true blood and forcibly broke free from the eerie control.

Instead, he infiltrated the strange clan and secretly let Ye Fan, the Empress, Yan Fei, and others escape unscathed every time they were being hunted down.

Her eyes held heartache, relief, and immense pride.

"Anyway, it's all over now..."

Donghuang smiled, looked towards the direction of the high plateau, and said with a smile, "Please wait here for a moment, I'm going to settle some karmic debts!"

"Phew, it's finally over!"

Meanwhile, in front of the plateau.

Having survived the ordeal, the surviving eerie progenitors breathed a sigh of relief, though they were all still somewhat shaken.

At the same time, they also learned from the consciousness of the plateau that the plateau was born with a nascent will because the ashes of that unspeakable being were poured on it, and it possessed incredible power, almost making it a being above the half-step sacrificial path.

Just as the strange race was preparing to hold a grand sacrifice to offer sacrifices to all worlds.

"That's not necessarily true!" Just then.

One after another, majestic and terrifying figures appeared.

They appeared in the skies above the highland of E'tu, and even the Eastern Emperor himself came here.

Moreover, aside from the Yanfei siblings and others who had already been revealed by the Eastern Emperor in the Pure Land of the World.

Those who had died in battle were now being resurrected one by one.

The newly revived Wushi, Empress, and Willow Goddess, along with Dijun who was far away in the Pure Land, had all reached the half-step transcendence.

Although he had just broken through to the Sacrifice Path and hadn't consolidated his realm before sacrificing everything, he had already had that experience and was expected to reach beyond the Sacrifice Path in the future.

Such is the way of the sacrificial ceremony: mysterious and profound, unimaginable, inconceivable, unfathomable, and indescribable.

Once a certificate is issued, it is forever; success is success, and failure is failure.

Others, such as Yan Fei and Di Chu, were ultimately lacking and failed to truly transcend.

Even if Donghuang intervened forcefully, he could have made them reach the sacrificial path realm ahead of time, and even told them how to break through to the level beyond sacrificial path.

They will only fail for one reason or another.

It's impossible to succeed.

"what?"

"Donghuang..."

“Huang, Ye, Chu…”

"You're all alive? Could it be..."

All the strange creatures were stunned.

Especially the eerie progenitor, who guessed what had happened, was filled with fear and utter terror.

"That's right, I am not dead. I kept you alive only to hone others..." Donghuang looked down at these strange creatures and said indifferently, "Now, you can go on your way!"

at the same time.

The high-altitude soil tremor generated consciousness.

It was terrified and unwilling to sit idly by and wait for its death, so it tried to resist.

However, when the four Eastern Emperors swept their gazes over the scene, everything withered and died, turning into ashes.

The high-altitude soil, unable to withstand their aura, crumbled and disintegrated inch by inch...

"Taiyi, you really tricked me so badly, I even shed a few tears for you!" Ye Fan punched Donghuang.

"Isn't this better?"

Donghuang spoke with a smile.

"Of course!" Ye Fan laughed.

The other party protected his wife and children, and they were safe from beginning to end. It couldn't be better.

Even though he has reached the level of the sacrificial path, he can overturn everything in an instant, ignore the interference of the long river of time, fear no cause and effect, and revive everything.

But I don't want to experience that kind of pain of separation and death again.

"You really are..."

Huang and Chu.

He stared at Donghuang with a speechless expression.

The other side could have wiped out the strange race long ago, but instead they hid and watched the show.

Those people inside the Nine Dragons Coffin were diligently cultivating in the pure land they had created, yet they were still being portrayed as tragic figures, each dying in a rather heroic manner.

“Next, it’s time to address the real source!” Donghuang said.

"Hmm!" The other three straightened up.

They all showed a serious expression and nodded solemnly.

They have already ascended to the sacrificial path; if they wish to seek anything, nothing in this world can escape their notice.

Naturally, it was already clear that the owner of the Three Generations Coffin had once "fallen ill" and ultimately cremated himself, placing his ashes inside the Three Generations Coffin and burying him on the plateau.

As time passed, an anomaly occurred. The plateau cracked open, and ashes spilled out, causing the plateau to develop a nascent will. Eventually, a group of powerful cultivators arrived here and were tainted by the so-called primordial substance, which was the ashes of the owner of the bronze coffin. They slept for a long time, and when they awoke, they were neither human nor ghost, and broke through to the realm of sacrificial arts, becoming bizarre progenitors.

Ultimately, in their quest for breakthrough, these bizarre progenitors slaughtered countless beings across all ages, offering sacrifices to the owner of the bronze coffin, thus becoming the source of darkness that wreaked havoc throughout the world…

Soon, the four deduced that the master of the Three Incarnations Coffin had been continuously sacrificed by the strange race over the long years. Although he did not directly die and come back to life, a wisp of his hazy remnant spirit was revived as a result, so they directly imprisoned him.

Unfortunately, the other party was merely a wisp of remnant spirit left behind by the master of the bronze coffin, and knew very little about him.

Even those who transcended the path of sacrifice could not trace back much, as if this person did not exist at all.

They failed to fully understand the other party's origins and why they were "sick," and the reason for their own cremation.

The past is a blur, and so is the future.

"boom!"

They looked at each other.

They stepped directly into the long river of time.

Since it's impossible to trace back, let's go back to that era in person and see for ourselves.

In the blink of an eye, they had already traveled through the long river of time, traversing one ancient era after another, and arrived at an incredible primordial land.

In the lake, a lotus of eternal reincarnation takes root and sways gently.

Inside the courtyard, the trees along the main road were lush and seemed to be chanting sutras. They saw a pale-faced but handsome figure playing the zither.

"You've come..."

……

[The Finale]