Covering the Sky: The Years I Was the Empress's Strictest Master

But she was unwilling to think about what would happen more than a hundred years from now, and even disregarded her own current crisis.

She... only wished that ray of moonlight could continue...

however.

Even under the protection of the Dharma seal, the ring still trembled slightly at that moment.

As it turns out, everything she was doing at that moment was in vain.

Even though many years have passed and she is no longer the same as before, having reached the peak of sainthood, she still cannot block the backup plan left for her by her master.

Wow!

At that moment, within the bronze ring, an immense power gently rippled.

The sealing Dao patterns she had painstakingly created vanished silently, like ice and snow melting away.

Followed by.

A faint, misty glow, seemingly so weak that it would dissipate with a breath, fully emerged from the ring.

The gentle light seemed to carry a nourishing warmth, instantly enveloping Li Qingjue's blood-stained body.

shuh...

Wherever the clear light passed, all the deep, bone-revealing wounds on her body stabilized and did not continue to worsen.

Even the major secret realms of her body that were almost collapsing—the Sea of ​​Wheels, the Dao Palace, and the Immortal Platform—seemed to have their injuries soothed after being bathed in the light.

The nearly dried-up source of divine power has been revitalized.

This is not like healing, but more like a "retrospection," forcibly pulling her from the brink of death back to a relatively good state before the bloody battle.

This is undoubtedly an incredible power, seemingly borrowed from the "Zhe" syllable secret, one of the nine secrets of the mythological era, yet it can be applied to others.

Of course, it's also possible that the difference in status between the two is too great, and for this ray of light, it might just be a matter of course, not particularly difficult.

"That's enough! Master, that's really enough... Stop! Master... I beg you to stop!"

Li Qingjue's divine sense surged wildly as he tried to dissuade him.

The bronze mask held her face, and tears mixed with blood streamed from her eyes, finally sliding down the crack in the mask.

She could vaguely sense that while this ray of light was reversing her state, the power it contained was also rapidly diminishing.

Like a candle flickering in the wind, releasing its last light and heat.

And that familiar sigh seemed to whisper in her ear again:

"Only by living can there be infinite possibilities. Use the talisman in this ring when necessary, but don't become attached to it."

"Walk alone on the great path, never look back..."

The words lingered, and as they were spoken, the sound seemed to dissipate with the wind.

At the same time, after the ray of light soothed Li Qingjue's injuries, it seemed to possess a sliver of its own will and instantly detached from the ring.

boom……

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

At that very moment, the formation of mountains of corpses and seas of blood that had formed here was shattered instantly by a single strike from twenty or thirty geniuses from the outside world at a key point.

But before they could even sharpen their knives and launch an attack on Li Qingjue...

That wisp of clear light transformed into an invisible and intangible sword mark, yet it seemed capable of slicing through the endless laws of heaven and earth, gently "slicing" towards the cultivators rushing in from all directions.

……

The radiance was formless, without any earth-shattering noise.

However, as the invisible "sword mark" slashed through the void, the first twenty or so Saint King prodigies to descend from beyond the heavens...

The movements of the seven or eight powerful cultivators who suddenly attacked from the back of the ancient star all froze.

next moment.

puff!puff!puff!

puff……

bang...

Those people's altars were as if they had been sliced ​​by an irresistible divine weapon, and their primordial spirits within the altars were instantly annihilated.

Without warning, it turned into ashes invisible to the naked eye.

At this moment, whether it was the ape-headed, human-bodied demon who claimed he would capture Li Qingjue for a good time, the divine prodigy with overwhelming supernatural powers, or the various ancient alien species,

All the prodigies who attacked Li Qingjue, along with the magical artifacts they unleashed and the supernatural powers they used, were dismembered in the same instant.

Because the primordial spirits were completely annihilated, there were no screams or struggles around.

It was nothing more than bursts of blood mist spreading from the remains of the people.

"What...what kind of power is that?!"

"It looks like a wisp of moonlight?"

"What?! It's a ray of light? I heard that three years ago, it was a ray that killed the Silverwing Clan Great Sage who personally suppressed this Devouring Demon!"

"Is there such a thing?"

"..."

"Hiss... With such a backup plan, how many more tricks does this demon have up her sleeve? Just what is her background?"

"This person is said to come from that planet that buried emperors, and his lineage, bloodline, and kinship are all shrouded in mystery..."

"Pfft... Hah! Hah... This... How is this possible? That wisp of light even severed my divine sense that was peering through from afar?! This is terrifying... Retreat immediately!"

"This place is no place to linger! That radiant light is too terrifying to fathom!"

"Hurry up and get the message out..."

"Heh, so what if the news gets out? This Devouring Demoness possesses an unknown trump card capable of slaying a Great Sage! Without a Quasi-Emperor, who can truly suppress her?"

"..."

The ancient star was buried in the outer heavens.

In the boundless starry sky, there were many cultivators who had also been drawn there by the earlier commotion of the bloody battle, or who had been hiding nearby, waiting for their chance to strike.

At this moment, their divine senses, which were densely packed around them to spy on the situation on this dead star, were all cut off by the invisible "sword marks" formed by the clear light.

Countless people suffered a backlash from this, their primordial spirits trembled, their immortal platforms became unstable, and they no longer wished to stay there.

Those nearby who witnessed this unbelievable scene felt as if their hearts had been scalded by boiling water, their hearts pounding with fear.

A sense of apprehension and uncertainty spread, and figures silently fled from the shadows.

Nearly thirty prodigies from various races at the Saint King realm,

Among them are many young "supreme beings" from various races who have already made a name for themselves on the ancient golden road and are expected to become great saints in the future, competing for supremacy in the Imperial Pass.

But with a single, effortless stroke of that ray of moonlight, they were all annihilated.

If their remains hadn't remained intact, and if the horrifying scene hadn't been there, some might not believe they'd ever been here... forever left behind.

rustling... rustling...

At this moment, the ancient planet of burial and decay is shrouded in deathly silence, both on the planet itself and in the surrounding area.

All around was a howling wind, swirling up dark red sand and making a sound like ghostly wails.

As time went on.

This section of the ancient Golden Road has been completely shaken by today's events.

However, in the short term, no one dared to easily set their sights on Li Qingjue.

The mysterious, ever-reappearing ray of light became a sharp sword hanging over the heads of all the ancient path's prodigies and their protectors. Given what happened today, its deterrent power is self-evident.

This undoubtedly further enhanced the infamous reputation of the "Devouring Demon," making him even more fearsome.

just.

Li Qingjue had no desire to care about any of this.

Amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, after Qinghui unleashed that invisible strike, the powerful enemy vanished into thin air, and Qinghui himself slowly dissipated.

Li Qingjue stood there, stunned, his left hand tightly gripping the bronze ring.

The ring remained antique, cool to the touch, yet seemed empty, its weight in her hand appearing lighter.

"Master...?"

After a long while, she called out softly in a trembling voice.

Whoops!

No response.

All around, only the howling wind continued, blowing the hem of her black dress and causing her cascading black hair to dance wildly in the wind.

"Master..."

"Master...Master..."

Li Qingjue carefully held the bronze ring in both hands, staring at it blankly, and kept calling out softly.

"Master..."

Gradually, her voice began to choke up.

Yet, all around remained silent.

"Master!!!"

After countless calls, she finally couldn't hold back and let out a heart-wrenching cry.

Her hoarse voice echoed on that desolate star, filled with endless loneliness and heartache.

As the echoing sound faded, she felt as if all her strength had been drained away. Her jade-like knees, beneath her black dress, suddenly buckled, and she collapsed to her knees amidst the cold, blood-soaked mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Soon, the shouts ceased, and her tears flowed freely, washing away the dried blood and sand from the cracks in her mask.

pat!

pat...

Tears streamed down her beautiful face beneath the mask, some of them dripping onto her lips, tasting salty.

At that moment, she pressed the cold ring tightly against her chest, as if trying to warm it with her own body heat, as if in doing so she could preserve that trace of her master who had actually vanished.

Why...why not ask her what she wants...?

Why...she could clearly...?

A series of thoughts intertwined in my mind.

An overwhelming sense of loneliness, like the eternal darkness and coldness of this ancient burial star, gradually swallowed Li Qingjue up.

Beneath the surface of your heart, a malevolent dragon stirs up trouble.

Boom...

Suddenly, she seemed to hear something break off from her body.

Consciousness was completely engulfed by darkness at this moment.

Her mental strength seemed to have dried up at this moment; the string of her heart, which had been stretched too tightly before, snapped after such a dramatic turn of events.

Her vision went black, and she fainted amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but she still clutched the bronze ring tightly in her hand.

……

I don't know how much time passed.

It may be a fleeting moment, or it may be endless time.

When Li Qingjue regained consciousness and slowly opened her eyes, what she saw was still that dim, yellowish sky.

The lingering stench of blood was relentlessly assaulting her nostrils and mouth.

She didn't get up immediately, but lay quietly, feeling the injuries in her body that had almost recovered.

Having undergone a baptism of fire in a desperate situation, her foundation in cultivation has become even stronger, and her inner strength has become even more solid.