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

shuh...

However, in the next instant...

Xin'er saw that the gloom on her Daoist partner's face suddenly vanished as if turning the pages of a book, and instead he squeezed out a smile as gentle as a spring breeze, and greeted her from the side.

"Senior Gu, all the heroes have entered the Immortal Palace, yet you have not set off. What is the reason for this?"

In the field of vision, on the back of the clouded leopard, Gu Qingying's waterfall-like black hair swayed in the wind, and the colorful tassels hanging from her slender waist were like seven-colored clouds and smoke. Divine clouds surrounded her, making people unconsciously move their eyes to her.

Hearing the sound, Gu Qingying looked up, and then her voice was as gentle as a breeze resonating in the wind:

"There's no particular reason; it's just because of my spirit pet."

what? ?

Upon hearing this, Cang Yuhang looked at the clouded leopard beneath her in disbelief:

"Because of it?"

He even thought he was hallucinating.

Many cultivators from smaller and medium-sized forces who had been arriving from the surrounding area paused briefly, looking on incredulously.

"Qinghan has been blessed with good fortune since childhood, and is always able to avoid misfortune and attract good luck. This time, it is unwilling to enter the room too early, so I will let it be."

Gu Qingying spoke the truth.

"Is that so?"

The surrounding cultivators hesitated upon hearing this, standing motionless before the towering celestial palace, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

Cang Yuhang appeared surprised, but in reality, he didn't care.

This clouded leopard has no bloodline of auspicious beasts of heaven and earth, nor does it possess any auspicious light or color. Can it truly bring good fortune and ward off evil?

Could this half-saintly pet have the same discerning eye as those saint kings and great saints who have already entered the palace?

He simply doesn't believe it!

Many people from the Emperor's Palace went inside; how could they not know what was going on in their own territory?

Thinking of this, he struggled to tear his gaze away from the goddess Gu, waved his hand, and prepared to lead the group into the palace after the heroes.

Unexpectedly, at that very moment, an accident occurred.

Bang!

bang... bang...

Those outside the palace looked up in the direction of the sound and saw that those cultivators who wanted to ascend directly to the top of the immortal palace for a moment of pleasure were all cruelly killed by some force the instant they entered the palace from the sky.

Their bodies exploded into a bloody mist, and despite so many people, not a single scream was uttered.

Such a tragic scene caused many powerful cultivators, whose figures were still suspended in the air and had not yet entered, to turn their eyes wide with horror, as if they had seen a ghost, and instantly distanced themselves from the Immortal Palace.

Meanwhile, everyone, including Cang Yuhang, looked at the clouded leopard with the same curiosity it was a rare sight.

This made Cloud Leopard roll its eyes.

"What's going on? Why are those who went through the lower ranks unharmed?"

A mortal saint disguised as a rogue cultivator, seeing the bloody scene before him, asked in surprise and uncertainty.

"Legend has it that in the ancient times, the Human Emperor who had not yet attained enlightenment established a forward outpost in the Eastern Wilderness to resist the invasion and hunting of the ancient races."

Several eminent monks from the Western Desert returned, their words carrying a hint of admonition:

"The rumored outpost is both a sentry post and a training ground. Perhaps it is located in this southern region?"

Upon hearing this, cultivators from top-tier lineages descended from the sky one after another, feeling a chill run down their spines and lingering fear, treating the place as if facing a formidable enemy.

If this place is indeed an outpost and training ground established by the Emperor, then it must be fraught with danger.

Because they had no idea about the trial methods in the palace, if they triggered some kind of taboo, they would probably end up like those cultivators who had rashly entered the palace and whose bodies were crushed into blood mist.

"The training grounds are also recorded in the books in my Demon Emperor's Palace, but the descriptions seem to differ from the appearance of this celestial palace..."

The one who said this was a prince from the Demon Emperor's Palace.

As he spoke, he became somewhat hesitant and said:

"Could that training ground have changed later?"

“In our current era, turmoil is frequent, and many ancient records have been lost, making it difficult to know the whole picture.”

The master of the Tai Xuan Sect sighed.

"Bring the people from the Human Emperor's Palace here. They must know something. None of the cultivators they sent into the palace were harmed!"

At this moment, the dragon demon that had been active in various groups recently also jumped out and spoke.

His voice was deep and muffled, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light:

"I clearly saw a lot of cultivators from the Human Emperor's Palace left outside just now, acting suspiciously. I wonder what they were doing behind my back!"

"What?! Is that really true?"

The words of the Jiao Demon, spoken at this moment, were like a boulder thrown into a pond, creating ripples.

Everyone present was in an uproar.

"Heh heh, you little brat, where are you hiding?! Tell me the truth about what happened!"

An ancient demon unleashed its divine power, its massive hand instantly growing larger, blotting out the sky and capturing a cultivator dressed in ordinary attire in the distance. With its Saint King realm, which far surpassed the cultivator's, it shattered the cultivator's concealment technique with a single finger.

"This person's aura is the same as that of the cultivators in the Human Emperor's Palace, so his identity cannot be fake."

The ancient demon's large, bronze bell-shaped eyes scrutinized the other party.

shuh...

All eyes turned to the cultivator, whose face was deathly pale, and whose body trembled uncontrollably.

He was just a lowly steward in the Emperor's Palace, and he had never seen anything like this before, where he was the target of everyone's criticism.

"Speak! Tell me everything you know!"

Gu Yao shouted, spitting onto the faces of several people nearby.

The cultivator pursed his lips a few times, but didn't utter a single word. He seemed to have some backbone, intending to stubbornly refuse to speak!

"Hehe, with your mere Immortal Level 3 cultivation, even without you speaking, I can suppress your Sea of ​​Consciousness and Immortal Platform, and search your memories as easily as taking candy from a baby!"

The ancient demon sneered.

Upon hearing this, the cultivator finally panicked completely and could only pick out some minor details to say:

"This place is indeed the former training ground of the Human Emperor. It is not actually what it looks like from the outside. Including the bottom floor, it is a ten-story tower, and the inside of the tower is a world of its own..."

The Human Emperor, in his past life, achieved unparalleled feats. His methods of training troops were passed down from the ancient Heavenly Court. He divided this tower into ten levels, each corresponding to a different cultivation realm, to hone the human warriors and generals under his command in order to fight against the ancient races…

"Layer upon layer of trials, corresponding to different realms... This Emperor is truly sparing no expense. Is this really just forging soldiers and generals, rather than selecting successors?"

On the back of the clouded leopard, Gu Qingying listened to these secrets and couldn't help but sigh.

How can I get in safely?

A sage appeared nearby and asked a question.

"Entering from the bottom is the safest. If... if you really don't want to, you can choose a floor that matches your cultivation level to enter the tower directly..."

The junior steward of the Emperor's Palace explained the details of entering the tower.

"That's all?"

One cultivator, still shaken by a snake bite, relentlessly pressed for answers.

"It's...it's really gone..."

"What were you doing sneakily just now?"

The dragon demon stepped forward and stared intently at him.

"This...this really can't be said..."

The deacon's face was ashen.

"Hehe, even if you don't tell us, can't we see for ourselves?"

The ancient demon sneered and directly used a secret technique to probe the other party's sea of ​​consciousness. Unexpectedly, the next moment, with a "bang," the head of the Human Emperor Palace steward exploded, splattering him with red and white.

"Damn it, that memory was actually sealed. It seems the Human Emperor's Palace is really planning something big this time..."

The ancient demon cursed angrily, while the expressions of the people around him also changed.

"Damn it, there were so many cultivators from the Human Emperor's Palace left outside earlier, but now not a single one has shown up..."

Someone flew back from the outer corner, but the search yielded nothing.

"Should we go into this tower or not?"

"It's an old-fashioned old man from a prominent family in Beiyuan," he said in a deep voice.

However, no one responded to this.

In an instant, the entire area outside the "Celestial Palace" fell into dead silence.

"Hahaha, since everyone is so alert, and now that the magic array is complete, let's be frank..."

Suddenly, a loud laugh came from tens of thousands of miles away, growing louder as it approached.

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Chapter Sixteen: Master, Is Reincarnation Possible? (3.2K)

In the surrounding mountains.

Li Qingjue looked up at the celestial palace, radiant with divine light, towering into the clouds, its light and shadow reflecting across the heavens, and was deeply awestruck.

This was the first time in her life she had ever witnessed such a grand spectacle.

Faced with such a magnificent miracle, her current Life Spring realm is so insignificant that she is not even as small as an ant, but the "spirit" in her heart that has supported her to this point has not been defeated.

Beyond the awe, there was only longing and anticipation.

If one day she reaches the point where she can create such a miracle, she should be able to survive in the mortal world until her brother returns.

"Master, do immortals really exist in this world?"

Lost in thought, she unconsciously touched the bronze ring.

Inside the ring, Tan Lin's remnant soul gradually merged with the others. Hearing his young disciple's question, the batch of soul fragments that had been previously stripped back from the outside world thought for a moment and replied:

"Yes, and no."

Li Qingjue blinked her clear, lake-like eyes, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"Then... Master, is there reincarnation in this world?"

Then, she asked the question that had been on her mind the most.

Even though she was very uneasy about the answer to this question and subconsciously wanted to avoid it, for some reason, she still asked her master about it today.

Upon hearing this, Tan Lin remained silent for a moment within the ring, then slowly said:

"If you believe, it exists; if you don't believe, it doesn't."

If you believe, it exists... If you don't believe, it doesn't exist...

Upon hearing this, Li Qingjue pondered those words repeatedly, her face turning deathly pale, and she swayed, almost losing her balance.

How intelligent she is!

How could I not understand the meaning of these words?

If reincarnation truly exists, then even if you don't believe it, it's still there...

Fortunately, her mind was no longer what it was a few months ago, and she quickly overcame this hurdle with a single thought.

The Master believes that the absence of reincarnation does not truly mean that there is no reincarnation in this world!

In the void, Tan Lin watched as the confusion in his young disciple's eyes was quickly replaced by a resolute determination, and a hint of admiration appeared in his eyes.

How strict he was with his teachings!

Even so, the other party's thoughts, mind, and talent were not greatly restricted.