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

The sound carried endless...

As soon as she finished speaking, she took the initiative to kiss Tan Lin's lips.

boom!

At this moment, within the isolation barrier, something seemed to be ignited, and the temperature was slowly rising.

…………

Since someone returned to the place transformed from the Sea of ​​Wheels by the Heavenly Venerable Lingbao, he has been in seclusion to comprehend the Dao, create scriptures, transcend tribulations, and even regulate his breath.

Eight or nine years have passed in the outside world as well.

During this period, the Ancient Star Road became increasingly bustling, with the pride of all races vying for supremacy and engaging in constant bloody battles.

Countless heroes, as numerous as carp crossing a river, shed their blood on sections of the ancient road, while many lucky ones were blessed with good fortune and soared to great heights.

now.

Two stunningly beautiful figures, each with a distinct aura, stood one after the other in a desolate starfield ruin.

Ahead, a majestic ancient pass, so imposing that words cannot describe it, stretches across the depths of the starry sky, seemingly cutting off the entire ancient road and blocking the way forward.

The majestic pass was entirely of a chaotic color, its construction seemingly made of some divine material.

The knife marks and sword holes left by people from thousands of years ago are long gone, but dark red bloodstains still remain on it. Although dried, they still exude a chilling aura and a sense of vicissitude.

This majestic pass is so high that it seems to connect heaven and earth, and so vast that it seems to span the entire star field, with no end in sight to the left or right.

This is the legendary Imperial Pass, and also the end of this ancient road of myriad races.

It is the "gateway" to the battlefield where the only path to enlightenment is fought.

In front of the Imperial Pass,

It was in the vast ruins where those two beautiful figures were located.

Here lie countless remnants of stars, fragments of ancient continents, and even massive skeletons beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Some belong to the cosmic behemoths, some are suspected to be ancient holy spirits, and many more resemble humans but are as large as stars, having long lost all divinity and left only withered bones.

This area is constantly permeated with a heavy, suffocating Daoist aura.

It seems to bear the blood and resentment of countless heroes throughout history, and has witnessed too many glories and their downfalls.

The Imperial Pass was never truly opened; the enormous portal that seemed to connect to another "world" remained tightly shut.

It is engraved with ancient Dao patterns that are extremely intricate and faintly visible, exuding the breath of time.

Adjacent to the gate of the Imperial Pass stands a towering, wordless stone tablet that seems to reach into the starry sky.

The stone tablet was the same color as the one at the Imperial Pass, and its height and width were unknown. Its surface was smooth as a mirror, but now it was covered with too many dense characters from top to bottom.

Each word seemed to be a manifestation of the Dao, radiating Daoist charm and energy of varying strengths.

Some of the characters shone brightly, exuding a profound Taoist aura, while others paled slightly, yet they were not far inferior, remaining steadfast and unyielding on the surface.

The origins and history of this wordless stone tablet are unknown; it seems to have appeared in this world along with this imperial pass countless ages ago.

As a "monument to the names" of the strongest beings of all races who have achieved enlightenment throughout history.

Only those who reach the Great Sage realm are qualified to leave their name or mark on this stele.

Regardless of the position of the name on the stone tablet, the strength of its Taoist aura can, to some extent, directly reflect the strength of the person who left the name at that time and a hint of their future potential.

When the Imperial Pass opens, those who left their mark here will be granted entry and will be able to participate in the final competition by presenting this "mark."

Strangely, these marks would become smooth as a mirror again in the next great era of enlightenment, which truly puzzled all cultivators in the world.

Da...da...

Finally, two graceful figures appeared in mid-air, their tall and slender forms slowly coming to a stop before the Imperial Pass.

The two were Tianling and Suiren Lianlei, who had parted ways with someone in the divine realm.

Over the years, they had long since left the forbidden ancient road area, turned back a short distance, and finally arrived at this Imperial Pass.

Eight or nine years is nothing in the eyes of a Great Sage cultivator, and it is the same for them. However, Suiren Lianlei has experienced significant opportunities and growth.

Her usual sharp aura became more restrained, as deep as the sea, and her body was shrouded in a hazy layer of Xuanhuang Qi.

With each blink of her eyes, the image of stars rising and falling appeared, revealing that her cultivation had already reached the fourth minor stage of the Great Sage realm. Her aura was harmonious and full, indicating that her foundation was extremely solid.

A step in front of her, "Gu Qingying" was graceful and elegant, with a noble and dignified air, yet also carrying a hint of melancholy that evoked pity.

Dressed in pure white, she seemed untouched by worldly concerns.

The three different qualities in her eyes and brows blend together to create a beauty that is always stunning.

“'Senior Gu,' we’ve arrived.”

Stepping onto the Imperial Pass, Suiren Lianlei gazed at the majestic gate ahead, a hint of solemnity and longing unconsciously flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Even with her pride and arrogance, she couldn't help but feel awe when faced with this formidable pass that had witnessed the blood and tears of heroes throughout history.

"Ah."

Tianling simply nodded slightly, her shimmering gaze sweeping across the Imperial Pass before finally settling on the "wordless" stone tablet.

whoosh...

As they looked around, the two moved and arrived completely in front of the stone tablet.

The closer you get, the more you can appreciate the extraordinary nature of this stone tablet.

It exudes a vast and ancient Daoist charm. Although the traces of the geniuses of various races from countless ages ago are no longer there, it seems to still carry the "will" of those heroes.

However, the most direct experience comes from the inscriptions carved in the past.

Each path embodies a great principle, arranged together, constantly intertwining and colliding, yet coexisting in a strangely harmonious way.

"Would you please go first, Senior Gu?"

A moment later, Suiren Lianlei spoke, her voice carrying a heroic air.

"Leave a message? There are no such rules. In my opinion, it doesn't matter who goes first or last. You can carve it yourself first, and I'll take a look..."

Tianling chuckled softly.

"Alright, in that case, Lian Lei will make a fool of herself."

As she spoke, Suiren Lianlei stepped forward, extended her slender fingers, and the power of Yin and Yang swirled around her fingertips, along with a surge of vast energy.

She did not write her full name; instead, she solemnly engraved two characters after the 510th name on the stone tablet.

"Suiren"!

boom!!!

As the two words fell, a primordial divine light shot into the sky, and the illusory figures of ancient ancestors briefly appeared, paying homage to the stone tablet.

Not only that, but a profound and vast will, carrying the meaning of the inheritance of the human race, spread out, causing many characters on the stone tablet to glow slightly, as if in resonance and tribute.

“Suiren… Yes, as a human king, you naturally inherit the lineage and title of the Suiren clan of this era.”

Seeing this, Tianling whispered to herself, a complex emotion flashing in her beautiful eyes.

She knew about Suiren Lianlei's past life connection with someone, and naturally understood the significance of the name "Suiren" to Suiren Lianlei and the entire lineage of the Human King.

despair……

Before the monument, Suiren Lianlei stood with her hands clasped.

She watched as the light gradually dimmed, yet still exuded a unique Daoist charm in the two characters "Suiren," and gently exhaled.

Leaving this name is like a ritual, and the burden on her shoulders has become even heavier. What this really means is perhaps only known to herself and a very few others in this world.

These two words themselves represent a passing down of tradition.

"senior?"

After silently watching for a while, Suiren Lianlei took a step back and looked at Tianling.

Tianling nodded slightly, then slowly stepped forward.

She simply extended her crystal-clear, jade-like index finger, with a faint nine-colored glow flowing around its tip. This was not only the original divine light belonging to the Divine Silkworm Clan, but also mixed with the unique Daoist charm belonging to the Heavenly Profound Ancient Clan.

She hesitated for a moment, but did not carve "Tianling" or "Shenyue".

Instead, below the characters "Suiren", the characters "Tianyue" were written!

These two characters are elegant and graceful, yet they exude an indescribable sense of antiquity and nobility.

Wow!

The moment the characters were formed, nine-colored rays of light bloomed, and a hazy, nine-colored divine light phantom hovered upwards, accompanied by booming Daoist chants.

This Daoist charm is completely different from the other characters on the stone tablet, carrying a transcendent etherealness and an unfathomable mystery.

hum...

Then, under the astonished gaze of Suiren and Lianlei, Tianling's eyes, which occasionally shimmered with a purple-gold luster, suddenly changed color, as if she had become a completely different person.

Then, in this state, he pointed his fingers like a sword and carved the three characters "Gu Qingying" below.

This……

One person carving two names—wouldn't that be unacceptable for this monument?!

Suiren Lianlei was surprised and suspicious upon seeing this.

But as it turns out, the stone tablet remained unchanged.

quite a while.

After leaving their names, the two did not leave immediately. Instead, they looked up and carefully examined the other characters on the stone tablet.

At the very top of the stone tablet, hanging high above all the inscriptions, almost touching the top of the tablet, is the first inscription left in this place.

Those engraved marks, sharp and lonely, form the words "Swallowing the Heavens"!

These two characters were as black as ink, seemingly capable of devouring all light and vitality. Without the cultivation of a saint, just one glance would likely cause one's soul to tremble, as if being sucked into a bottomless black hole.

Before the words, the void seemed to be slightly distorted, filled with a terrifying Daoist aura of arrogance, devouring heaven and earth, and killing all other flowers after my bloom.

These two characters seem to be the most eye-catching part of the monument; all other characters appear somewhat dim in comparison.

This is not just because it is located at the very top, but because of a certain inherent specialness of that mark.

What is it...?

"Devouring the heavens..."

Suiren Lianlei frowned slightly as she stared at the two words, a sense of awe involuntarily rising within her.

She could sense that the person who left those two words was perhaps not particularly powerful or terrifying when they left the mark, perhaps not even having reached the Great Sage realm.

However, the immense potential represented by its Dao traces even made her, with her innate Human King Physique, feel a sense of oppression:

"Who is this person? Devouring Heaven shouldn't be 'his' real name. To possess such power is truly unprecedented throughout history..."

She sighed.

Upon hearing this, Tianling, standing beside him, also turned her gaze to the two words "Devouring Heaven."

Soon her eyes narrowed slightly, and a complex emotion flashed through the depths of her beautiful eyes—familiarity, reminiscence, guilt, and a hint of realization.

"It's her... So, she's still alive. No wonder 'that guy' wasn't moved at all back then. It seems he knew all along..."

Tianling murmured to herself.

She recognized the Daoist aura, though it was slightly different from what she remembered—more ruthless and lonely.

But she would not mistake that core essence, that sense of devouring all paths, achieving self-realization, and being the only one worthy of respect.

"You recognize him?"

Suiren Lianlei keenly noticed Tianling's sudden change in emotion and asked a question.

"Ah."

Tianling nodded slightly, but said nothing more, only saying:

"A junior from your generation... who can also be considered my 'old friend,' someone who might overshadow many heroes of this era..."

At this point, Tianling fell silent.

Suiren Lianlei's eyes gleamed, but there was no fear in her eyes; instead, there was a strong sense of eagerness to fight.