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

Tianling smiled radiantly and stepped forward to affectionately take Li Qingjue's delicate hand:

"From now on, we'll really be 'family'. No need to be so polite. Tell your sister what you've been through all these years and how you managed to escape back then."

Your master is so heartless, he didn't tell me anything, I was so worried..."

Heartless?

Li Qingjue's eyelids twitched. As her master's Daoist partner, the other party could speak of her master in such a joking manner, but she would never dare to respond to such a remark.

On one side,

Seeing Tianling instantly switch to "big sister" mode and pull Li Qingjue aside to "reminisce," Tan Lin couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

After all the hardships gradually subsided, Tianling's personality returned to this state, which was quite inconsistent with her noble birth and experiences.

However, this is for the best.

His former disciple is now too eccentric and exhibits some extreme behaviors. Although he doesn't show it in front of him, that doesn't mean it's the same person he usually is.

With Tianling watching over it, perhaps it can bring out more vitality in it.

Being too extreme and biased is ultimately not a good thing.

"Your Majesty, this prince?"

Guo Ziqian stood behind Tan Lin, watching Tian Ling chatting happily with Li Qingjue, and hesitated to speak.

"No need to overthink it..."

Tan Lin said only one sentence and then stopped talking, instead giving the following instructions:

"Ziqian, your injuries are quite severe. You were attacked not long after breaking through to the Quasi-Emperor realm, and your cultivation level is not yet stable."

This place was formed from the head of Lingbao Tianzun from the mythical era. The celestial platform still retains its undying spiritual light, and it is intimately connected with the Great Dao, making it an excellent place for healing and enlightenment.

Go to the vicinity of that spiritual light to regulate your breathing, stabilize your realm, and refine the essence of the divine medicine I gave you. But remember, you must never touch that 'spiritual light'..."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Guo Ziqian bowed and accepted the order. Without asking any questions, he walked to the vicinity of the hazy, celestial fire-like ball of light, sat down cross-legged, and began to close his eyes and regulate his breathing.

He was already severely injured, and after experiencing a series of battles and the ups and downs of life, including meeting His Majesty, he felt an overwhelming sense of fatigue and weakness as he relaxed, and he urgently needed to heal and recover.

Seeing this, Tan Lin looked at Tian Ling and Li Qingjue, noticing that the two had already reached a corner of the "Spirit Platform" world.

Tianling was enthusiastically asking Li Qingjue about his experiences over the years, and was also taking the initiative to explain his past situation.

Although Li Qingjue didn't talk much, he was able to answer questions and maintain a harmonious atmosphere due to his status.

He smiled faintly to himself and decided not to bother them any longer.

Wow!

The next moment,

With a thought, a small, lush green tree, no more than a foot tall, flew out from his sleeve and hovered in mid-air.

The sapling is small

But its branches, strong as dragons, and its leaves, crystal clear as jade, exuded an immense life force, instantly making the vitality of this "spiritual platform" world several times richer.

Even the ball of light, which resembled a celestial fire, seemed to brighten slightly.

It is an ancient tree of life.

However, the ancient tree now appears somewhat withered compared to when Tan Lin first acquired it, with many leaves turning yellow.

It was obvious that Tan Lin had extracted its essence multiple times, which had damaged its vitality.

Tan Lin gently stroked the trunk of the ancient tree and whispered:

"Thank you for your hard work during that time."

"Rest here for now, and absorb the spiritual energy accumulated here over millennia; this should aid your recovery."

The ancient tree of life swayed gently, making a rustling sound, as if in response.

whoosh...

It flew autonomously to the vicinity of that ball of celestial fire, took root in the crystal-clear ground, and began to absorb the ancient creative energy accumulated in this Celestial Venerable's "Spiritual Platform" world.

Finally, Tan Lin took out the ancient array diagram.

The Immortal Slaughtering Formation Diagram floated in his palm, slowly rotating, its countless mysterious patterns flickering on and off.

It exuded a chilling aura of killing intent and destruction.

But upon closer inspection, one can also detect a faint trace of fatigue and gloom.

Today, after several full-force recoverys and twice combining with the four swords to set up the complete Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, it fought against multiple supreme ancient imperial weapons, shattered numerous heavy and forbidden artifacts, and killed more than a dozen quasi-emperors. The consumption of this formation diagram was also enormous.

The array diagram possesses a spirit, and at this moment it conveys a complex and incomprehensible emotion.

There was the exhilaration of slaughtering the cultivators from the forbidden zone, the exhaustion from excessive consumption, and a slight dissatisfaction with Tan Lin, the temporary "new master," clearly complaining that he had been overworked.

Tan Lin gently soothed the array diagram with his divine sense:

"You've worked hard today too. Rest here for now. You should be very familiar with this place. The remaining Dao principles here are of the same origin as yours, and there are also remnants of the power of the incomplete ancient Venerable array patterns. This should help you recover quickly."

Once my injuries have healed and my cultivation has advanced further, I will find a way to thoroughly nourish you.

The array trembled slightly, as if it understood Tan Lin's words.

The discontent subsided slightly, transformed into a streak of light, flew to a distance, and took the initiative to suppress the gaps in this field.

hum...

The array diagram floated silently, and the instant it settled, it began to autonomously absorb and release the remaining spiritual energy of the same origin in this space to restore itself.

There was no way around it; ever since he fell into Tan Lin's hands, he had been exploited far too much.

Whenever something happens, it's usually this thing that steps in. As for the other party's own "weapon," that Emperor's Banner, who knows where it's resting!

Do all of this on the spot.

Tan Lin let out a soft sigh of relief, his face suddenly turning several shades paler.

After a series of fierce battles, he paid attention to the forbidden zones of all sides, secretly strategized with those beings, planned for the future, suppressed his Dao injuries, and later used the Soul Pearl of All Causes to conceal the secrets of heaven, leading the two across the starry sky to this place...

This series of events...

Even he felt a deep sense of exhaustion.

Da...da...

With his thoughts shifting, he chose another direction and came to a spot not far from the ball of light that resembled celestial fire, where he sat down cross-legged.

Wow!

The ball of light cast a warm glow upon him, and wisps of chaotic energy and Dao patterns, guided by the spiritual energy within, were slowly absorbed by him to suppress the turbulent flow of blood and Dao principles within his body.

Time passed slowly,

He silently sensed the stubborn Dao injury within his body, and under the nourishment of the Heavenly Venerable's "Spiritual Platform," the suppression seemed to be accelerating slightly.

He then closed his eyes and began to calm his mind and regulate his breathing.

No one else broke in.

The world of "Xiantai," formed from the head of Lingbao Tianzun, has temporarily returned to tranquility.

During this time, only Tianling and Li Qingjue were talking in low voices in the distance, with Tianling's clear laughter and Li Qingjue's occasional voices coming from time to time.

Guo Ziqian was immersed in healing and consolidating his cultivation.

In fact, Tianling also needs healing, but what can we do when she is actually two consciousnesses coexisting in one?

He simply became a hands-off manager, leaving the matters of healing and restoring his original essence to Princess Divine Silkworm, and thus became free to communicate with Li Qingjue by sending a wisp of his divine sense.

If Li Qingjue hadn't used the excuse of unstable cultivation at the end, they probably would have talked for who knows how long.

rustling... rustling...

Time flies, and before you know it, a lot of time has passed.

The group hid here, seemingly disconnected from the outside world.

The ancient tree of life exhales vitality, and the array diagram rises and falls with the essence of Tao.

Only the undying celestial fire in the center burned quietly, illuminating this secluded space and silently nourishing the few people within.

The many storms gradually unfolding in various parts of the universe seem to be far away from here.

But how long can this tranquility last?

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation appeared twice in one day, slaughtering more than a dozen Quasi-Emperors from the Forbidden Zones. How could Tan Lin not know about such an earth-shattering act? This must have completely offended the Forbidden Zones of Life.

It is foreseeable that an incredibly terrifying catastrophe is brewing deep within several forbidden zones.

But that time has not yet come.

……

at the same time.

The coordinates of the original "Tianxu Continent", which has now been reduced to a desolate ruin.

Here, everything is destroyed, but the Demon Emperor's Tomb still floats in the shattered void, eternally unyielding.

And deep inside the tomb.

hum...

Since Tan Lin left this place...

The crimson mist surrounding Shao Hanyun quietly dissipated.

In an instant, her figure and aura were silently exposed in the space deep within the Demon Emperor's Tomb.

At this moment, Shao Hanyun stood alone before a magnificent ancient palace.

Her red dress faded from vibrant to muted in the dim light, creating a striking contrast with her waist-length silver hair.

A strange, dark gold hue flickered in her eyes.

"Have they left...?"

She murmured to herself, her slender fingers unconsciously brushing against a strand of silver hair hanging down her chest, her fingertips icy cold.

Not long ago, she was still under that person's protection.

Having already collapsed and about to face the lock-on of numerous forbidden zones from the outside world, the quasi-emperors seized the opportunity to dispel the restrictions within the tomb and were safely transported here.

Although she was unable to witness firsthand the awe-inspiring power of the Zhuxian Sword Formation after the array diagram and the four swords were combined, she still felt a tremor even through the Demon Emperor's Tomb.

But once the dust settled and the great battle subsided, the other party, who should have been out of danger, actually did not venture into the Demon Emperor's Tomb to search for her.

Instead, he simply walked away, leaving her alone there.

Is it heartless?

maybe.

A complex and unfathomable expression flashed across Shao Hanyun's exquisite face.

There was resentment, melancholy, and a hint of loss that even she herself was unwilling to delve into.

She possesses some of the ancient bloodline of "immortal spirits," and was born to be a prodigy among the demon race in this universe. She calls herself the Demon Lord, is ambitious, and could never truly depend on anyone.

But when facing that person, she repeatedly felt a desire to depend on him.

Even before knowing the other party's identity, she had already admitted that the other party far surpassed her in every aspect, including strength, temperament, and unfathomable schemes and methods.

However, after learning of the other party's astonishing identity, she felt that all of this was perfectly natural.

But this also made her feel like a chess piece on a chessboard. Although she had enjoyed the game, she could never truly understand the mind of the player.

"Ah……"

She gave a self-deprecating chuckle, shook her head, and suppressed the chaotic thoughts in her mind.

Now that we're here, there's no point in thinking about it anymore.

The man had his reasons for sending her here.

Perhaps, as she said, and as she had sensed for many years, this Demon Emperor's Tomb was the final place where she would achieve her wish.

As for the rest... once she obtains the Demon Emperor's inheritance and legacy, and her cultivation and combat power greatly improve, there may be a day when she can have an equal dialogue with him and make him take her seriously.