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

We can't fight them head-on!

Without hesitation, she flipped her jade-like hand and took out an ancient talisman swirling with chaotic energy.

This was a secret treasure she obtained in an ancient ruin many years ago; it could temporarily conceal one's aura.

It even interfered with the divination of celestial secrets to a certain extent, and helped her survive for decades under the pursuit of the Big Dipper Cult. It was an excellent item for survival and concealment.

Snapped……

Without the slightest hesitation, she immediately patted the talisman onto her chest.

A mysterious aura permeated the air, completely concealing her aura and making her figure blurry and illusory, as if she had merged with the surrounding environment.

After doing all this,

She didn't glance at the corpses behind her again, her figure transforming into an almost imperceptible phantom as she sped towards the ancient cave.

Now, only by obtaining the true fortune deep within the Demon Emperor's Tomb, especially the Demon Emperor's weapon, can she possibly maneuver in front of a Quasi-Emperor or even save her life!

whoosh...

In a few breaths, she was back in front of the ancient cave.

The pool of the Demon Emperor's true blood remained silently imprinted on the ground, no longer radiating its oppressive aura.

Near the bloodstains, close to the entrance of the ancient cave, Shao Hanyun's gaze suddenly sharpened.

There, at the edge of the bloodstains, a flower had appeared out of nowhere...

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rustling... rustling...

It was an extremely peculiar flower.

The plant is no more than three inches tall and has eighteen leaves, but if you look closely, its shape seems to be constantly changing in the afterglow of the divine glow.

At the top of the plant is a fist-sized, unopened flower bud.

The color of the flower buds is indescribable. The back of the leaves is dark red, as if they grew from bloodstains, like dried blood or solidified sunset, with innate demonic patterns lingering around them.

It grew right next to the Demon Emperor's true blood, its roots seemingly embedded in the bloodstains, as if drawing upon the last traces of nutrients remaining in the imperial blood.

"This is……"

Shao Hanyun's heart stirred.

What can grow beside the true blood of a demon emperor be an ordinary thing?

Although the plant in front of her was quite different from the divine flower she had imagined, what if it really was?

However, that substance is most effective on newly born demons. In her case, if she were to refine it, its divine power would be greatly diminished, which would be a waste.

Even so, it's always wise to secure your gains.

despair!

Thinking of this, without any hesitation, Shao Hanyun directly used a secret technique to carefully collect the "blood soil" along with the roots, which no longer emitted extreme pressure.

however,

Perhaps because her action caused some reaction, the pool of the Demon Emperor's true blood rippled once more.

Wow!

The next moment,

In the place where the "plant" originally was, a withered flower reappeared.

The leaves of this flower have a deathly grayish-white color, as if they have long lost all vitality, yet they have not withered.

As the saying goes, greed knows no bounds, and though they dared not quite claim the pool of the Demon Emperor's true blood, which still contained terrifying and divine power, as their own,

But at this moment, Shao Hanyun still subconsciously reached out, wanting to pick the withered flower as well.

hum...

However, just as her fingertips were about to touch the flower stem, a sudden, inexplicable feeling of palpitation struck her!

Cold, deathly silent, ominous...

It's as if this flower is connected to some great terror, some great eeriness!

At that moment, her intuition was screaming warnings.

Don't touch it!

Absolutely do not touch!

Shao Hanyun froze, her dark golden vertical pupils staring intently at the flower, fine beads of cold sweat appearing on her forehead.

She trusted her intuition; there was definitely something wrong with the flower!

It's not something she can touch.

Not everything in the Demon Emperor's Tomb is a blessing; it may also contain incomprehensible taboos and dangers.

Finally, she slowly withdrew her hand, took a deep look at the withered flower, and memorized its appearance.

clatter……

Then, without hesitation, she turned around and stepped into the deep, ancient cave that seemed to lead nowhere.

The moment she stepped into the ancient cave, the misty air at the entrance rippled slightly, completely engulfing her figure.

Outside the ancient cave,

All that remained was the pool of dark demon emperor's true blood, and within that blood, the forbidden plant with its gray-white leaves and dark red buds seemed to sway slightly.

Immediately, ripples spread across the blood, and a fragment of a scene, seemingly etched onto the river of time, appeared and was reflected on the "water's" surface.

That was a memory, and a regret; the image shows a man giving flowers to a woman…

Whoosh!

Soon,

In the distance, several quasi-emperors, seemingly from nowhere in the starry sky, were rapidly approaching with their terrifying auras...

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The ancient star of the Heavenly Soldiers, located at a certain node in its core space, is a hidden paradise.

In the "Sentai" world, which was formed from the head of Lingbao Tianzun, it was as still as an eternal night.

A hundred years have passed since Tan Lin brought Tian Ling and Guo Ziqian across the river to meet Li Qingjue.

A hundred years is a long life for an ordinary person.

Even for cultivators whose lifespans often reach hundreds or thousands, this is not a short time; it's enough for many things to happen.

But for the "Sentai" world, which was formed from the head of the Celestial Venerable and isolated from the world, it seemed to be just a fleeting moment.

laugh……

At the center of the "Spiritual Platform," the hazy spiritual light, seemingly eternal and leaping like celestial fire, still burned quietly like celestial fire, continuously scattering its warm radiance and subtle Daoist charm in all directions.

While drawing upon this unique space, it also gives back to it.

Near the aura of light, the ancient tree of life took root in the void, its verdant leaves becoming increasingly crystalline, absorbing the primordial energy of creation accumulated over countless ages in this place.

The divine medicine itself, which had been weakened by Tan Lin's repeated extraction of its essence, had long since recovered and even grown stronger, radiating a life essence as vast as the ocean, making this space full of vitality.

wow...

In the distance, the Immortal Slaughtering Array Diagram slowly rotated within the gaps in the field.

The killing Dao patterns, which had become somewhat dim due to the successive battles of resurgence, have regained their clarity and depth after a century of nurturing.

The aura emanating from the array diagram was even more restrained and terrifying. Occasionally, a wisp of aura would leak out, causing the surrounding void to be silently annihilated and isolating it from the secrets of heaven.

The remaining spiritual treasures and the spiritual energy gathered from the Heavenly Venerable Dao principles and Emperor-level array patterns in this place are indeed the best place for it to nurture itself.

Guo Ziqian sat cross-legged on the other side of the spiritual light.

He was enveloped in a faint golden glow, his aura deep and solid, no longer the weak man he was when he was critically injured and on the verge of death.

The two divine medicinal essences that Tan Lin had injected into his body in the past were truly miraculous, not only repairing his nearly shattered Dao foundation and physical body, but also...

It transformed into the most primordial nourishment of the Great Dao, allowing his physical body to advance further, his cultivation to steadily improve during his century of seclusion, and even his lifespan to increase significantly. His foundation was now far more solid than before.

He occasionally opened his eyes, and when he looked at the ball of light in the center and the figure in blue robes sitting quietly beside it, his old eyes were filled with absolute awe and fanaticism.

Despite his advanced age, the blood within him has boiled countless times in the century since their first encounter.

Perhaps only his former subordinates, like him, can understand this feeling?

Tianling and Li Qingjue were in a relatively independent area, a little further away from the spiritual light.

Over the past century, after the initial greetings and casual conversations...

Most of the time, the two of them were in quiet meditation, digesting what they had learned and consolidating their cultivation levels.

Compared to when she first arrived here, Tianling's brows now held a more composed yet aggressive sharpness, clearly indicating that the Divine Silkworm Princess had now taken control of this physical body and even the soul within the Sendai.

Li Qingjue has been as serene and ethereal as an immortal for a hundred years.

Apart from Tan Lin, she was also indifferent to Tian Ling, whom she had already "knew" before, maintaining only basic politeness and communication.

As time went by, she spent most of her time meditating with her eyes closed. The aura that occasionally flowed from her body became increasingly unfathomable, and the dark demonic energy was completely contained within her physical body, as if she was silently accumulating something.

Of course, among them, even those two women, with their unparalleled beauty and captivating charm,

In this space, the most eye-catching figure is the one in a blue robe who sits quietly like a sculpture beside the light.

There is always an attractive quality about him that makes others unable to resist taking a look at him and paying attention to him in their spare time, as if he was born to be the center of this world.

A century has passed, yet it has left no trace on Tan Lin.

He was still wearing a simple blue robe, his black hair was loose, and his face was calm.

However, upon closer inspection, one will find that he is somewhat different from the one a hundred years ago.

His aura became even more obscure and difficult to discern, sometimes as undisturbed as that of an ordinary person, and at other times seemingly integrated with the entire "Sendai" world, his breath resonating with the ancient Daoist rhythms of this place.

The Dao injury that had troubled him for so long was being treated with self-regulation and the help of the essence emanating from the ancient tree of life.

It has been suppressed to a very deep degree. Although it has not fully recovered, it no longer affects his daily activities and cultivation. However, he still needs to be cautious if he wants to use his full strength.

He did not remain secluded throughout those hundred years.

Every so often, when the fluctuations of that spiritual light exhibit a certain pattern, or when he senses something in his heart, he will speak to the three people around him, "preaching the truth."

The doctrine he preached was not a specific scripture or secret technique, nor was it an ordinary method of cultivation; rather, it was a more profound and essential "principle".

It was a kind of insightful expression stemming from his previous life's attainment of enlightenment, an interpretation of the rules of heaven and earth, the origin of this universe, and the evolution of life from a bird's-eye view.

The language is often concise, yet it points directly to the essence of the great principles.

Sometimes it analyzes the traces of "space and time," sometimes it changes perspectives to comment on the evolution of "all beings," and sometimes it seems to be talking to oneself, tracing the origin of "Tao"...

His voice wasn't loud, but it resonated clearly in everyone's hearts.

His words carried a strange rhythm that resonated with the listener's own spiritual path.

Tianling and Princess Shencan listened, sometimes frowning in deep thought, sometimes suddenly realizing the meaning.

The two ancient imperial auras that had been merged into one on her body were now distinct yet intertwined and occasionally reappeared.

They clearly gained a great deal, not only gaining a deeper understanding of their own Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations, but also touching upon some mysteries of their bloodline that were far beyond their current level of understanding.

Of the group, Li Qingjue was the most "focused" during each lecture... one could say he gained the most.

In her clear eyes, which sometimes held a lonely and melancholic air, a deep, dark light swirled.

One year, Tan Lin gave her a special private talk, focusing on his insights into devouring, origin, and transformation.

These "principles" subtly align with the subsequent developments of her "Devouring Heaven Demon Art," yet they also stand from the perspective of an observer, pointing her on the right path and resolving many of her cultivation dilemmas.

Over the past century, the overwhelming aura emanating from her has become more refined and restrained, no longer sharp and blatant, but even more terrifying.

Guo Ziqian, who was not far away, was also listening with great interest.

Tan Lin's explanations regarding the physical body, qi and blood, immortality, etc.