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

On the ancient road of myriad races, there is an ancient star with life named "Qinglin".

It was once lush with vegetation and gurgling with spiritual springs, nurturing hundreds of millions of living beings and several sizable cultivation traditions and clans.

A hundred years ago, three quasi-emperor-level holy spirits, shaped like green jade and surrounded by the essence of the wood element, descended from the ancestral temple of the Holy Spirit.

They ignored the star's Dao traces and protective array, and landed directly at the source of the star's ancestral vein.

"The spiritual veins here are rich and the essence of Yi wood is abundant, which is exactly what our lineage needs to cultivate the Heaven-Mending Technique."

The leading Holy Spirit spoke coldly, his voice like the friction of metal against stone.

They gave the creatures on the stars no chance to react or beg for mercy, and directly joined forces to set up a terrifying array.

In an instant, three illusory azure roots, formed from Daoist patterns and blotting out the sky, plunged deep into the earth, connecting with the spiritual veins of this ancient star…

Boom!!

thump... thump...

Instantly, the entire ancient star trembled violently, and the earth shook.

The once lush forests withered at a visible rate, and the gushing springs dried up rapidly.

The rich essence of heaven and earth was forcibly extracted, transforming into three thick cyan pillars of light, which were then condensed into strands of innate nourishing substances and flowed into the bodies of the three holy spirits.

As the end of the world arrives, the creatures on the stars are filled with terror.

Some cultivators, deeply attached to the ancient star that nurtured them, attempted to rebel, but their efforts were futile and futile.

On this ancient star, the strongest beings were only a few supreme saints. Even if they were pretending to be dead and made a move, their magical treasures and supernatural powers would not leave a mark on the bodies of these saints, but would instead be shattered into blood mist.

"what!!!"

"What exactly happened?"

"Do not……"

The most tragic thing is that the lower-level cultivators and mortals do not even know the truth. Soon after the outbreak of the anomaly, they fell in droves, their life essence was drained away by the invisible force, and they turned into withered bones.

In just a few days, a once vibrant ancient star became deathly silent.

The earth cracked, rivers dried up, and spiritual energy withered. In the end, only a few lucky cultivators who managed to escape into the starry sky looked back at their homeland from the universe, weeping and wailing in grief.

The three holy spirits, their auras noticeably more powerful, departed satisfied, seeking their next target.

During this period, similar situations were repeated in many cradles of life throughout the myriad realms.

The Holy Spirits, under the guise of righteous spiritual practice, commit acts of plunder and destruction.

They often target stars that lack a strong background, have never produced top figures in the past, or whose current background and power are temporarily unable to attend to other matters.

Although Beidou, due to its special status and relatively complex power structure, did not suffer such devastating plunder, the cultivators of the lower-level forces also suffered greatly.

Since some unknown time, holy spirits have been appearing in various parts of the five regions.

They forcibly "intercept" the essence of spiritual veins from various places, and if anyone resists, their sect will be destroyed and their ancient city will be reduced to ruins.

Countless cultivators and mortals died tragically, their resentment reaching the heavens, yet they dared not speak out against it.

The infamous reputation of the Holy Spirit's ancestral temple is built upon the bones of countless living beings.

Meanwhile, the Great Saint Fire Demon, who came from Fire Demon Ridge and spent many years cultivating the Heaven-Mending Technique to its highest level, was even more ferocious and powerful.

He once broke into the Imperial Pass, specifically seeking out those cultivators with whom he had past grudges, or those with exceptional spiritual qualities who could nourish his companion Dao artifact.

He once used his terrifying strength as a potential Daoist to run rampant in the Imperial Pass, slaying several Quasi-Emperors of myriad races and bathing in their blood to nourish himself.

Its violent fire-based laws once burned down an ancient battlefield ruin, frightening away many geniuses from all races.

Until that day, when he emerged from the Imperial Pass and sensed from afar the return of the Undying Empress, and her successful hunt for another being on the verge of enlightenment,

The sight of the opponent bathing in their "Emperor's Blood" and using a mysterious divine technique to plunder their Dao Fruit filled him with dread. Fearing he might become bait for their transformation and fall into their trap, he slightly restrained his unbridled arrogance.

However, once he fully integrated into the Holy Spirit Ancestral Court community, his domineering behavior was repeated.

And within these three hundred years...

In many corners of the universe, since countless ages ago, the intricate tentacles of the underworld have been quietly extending.

They no longer simply collected the corpses of powerful individuals as before. As Tan Lin noticed, for some unknown reason, they continued the practice from countless ages ago and began to purposefully hunt down cultivators with special physiques.

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Chapter 256 The Xiang Family's Troubles (Please Subscribe!)

This has led to a wide variety of rumors circulating about the matter.

Some say that an ancient "blood pool" in one of the three halls deep in the underworld is being reconstructed, requiring the true blood of ten thousand different constitutions as "catalysts" and "bait"...

Some speculate that the underworld is performing a blood sacrifice on the ancient corpse of a supreme being, hoping to regenerate its sentience...

Recently, even in the northern plains of the Big Dipper Burial Emperor Star, there was a rare "Vacuum Mystic Body" family that disappeared overnight, leaving only ruins and wisps of yin energy.

Moreover, within the ancient star Ziwei, a Great Sage of the Guanghan True Body, who was about to pass away, had Yin Qi emanating from beneath the earth's veins at his secluded cultivation location.

When his descendants broke through the barrier and entered, his "remains" had already vanished...

Such secrets, though not as blatant as those of the Holy Spirit Ancestral Court, are even more bizarre and unpredictable, sending chills down one's spine.

For a time, people throughout the heavens and myriad realms were filled with unease, not knowing where they could find a safe haven.

……

Time flies, and another 60 years have passed.

Beidou, the southern region of the eastern wilderness, Chixia River, the territory of the Xiang family.

This ancient family, which produced a Great Perfection Indestructible Golden Body tens of thousands of years ago, and whose power shook an era, ultimately perished while suppressing a dark upheaval,

Its glory days are long gone, worn down by the passage of time.

The protective array outside the stone village was dim, but it was much better than it had been hundreds of years ago, when the clan's population and bloodline were becoming increasingly thin.

On the one hand, the Chi family of the Northern Region has always provided strong support, and on the other hand, the resources that Tan Lin brought back to the clan's territory on two separate occasions many years ago are also very important.

Even so, Xiang Li is still the one with the highest cultivation level in the clan at present.

However, his cultivation has now broken through to the Saint King realm, greatly extending his lifespan. But after several hundred years, he will inevitably grow old and his vitality will decline.

Fortunately, the rising stars within the clan, such as Xiang Jun, his son born late in life, who was deposed, did everything they could to ensure the continuation of his bloodline. His grandson, Xiang Yun, is now a cultivator who has just entered the Saint King realm.

Other young sages include Xiang Ning and Xiang Hu.

Thus, the bloodline of the clan seemed to be gradually reverting to its ancestral form after being diluted over thousands of years.

Xiang Li originally thought that after another thousand years, perhaps the clan would be completely renewed, and at that time, the Xiang family might be able to regain some of its former glory...

Of course, he will surely have passed away a thousand years from now and will probably never see it.

However, it might not take that long, because news from beyond the borders many years ago said that "that child" is now not far from achieving enlightenment...

The sun hangs high in the sky.

Da...da...

At this moment, the young man in black robes arrived at the courtyard with practiced ease. He saw his grandfather standing at the door of the long-sealed quiet room not far away, neither going in nor out. He couldn't help but step forward and say:

"Grandpa, how many years has it been? Has Tan Lin ever come back even once? The clan poured so many resources into him back then, and even shouldered so much pressure from all sides for him..."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Li turned to look at his grandson and sighed:

"There are some things you don't understand yet..."

"I am also hundreds of years old, and now I am a cultivator at the same level as my grandfather. What is there that I don't understand?"

Xiang Yun frowned.

Xiang Li shook his head at this:

"It's ignorance that leads to misunderstanding, child..."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yun was about to say something more.

boom!!

Suddenly, the sky above the Xiang family's territory turned gloomy and dark, and the killing intent seemed to solidify into a tangible form.

Three towering figures, like ancient divine mountains, suddenly appeared in the air, like three world-destroying demonic suns. The pressure they exuded caused the Xiang family's protective array to groan in despair.

Three figures stood side by side. The one on the left was entirely crimson, as if formed from molten lava and divine metal, with dark red flame patterns flowing across its surface.

In the center stands a statue covered in ancient, dark blue-green stone scales, with a single horn on its head and icy eyes.

The one on the right has skin with a cold, platinum sheen, resembling a humanoid divine weapon, with an incomparably sharp aura.

All three of them possessed the cultivation level of a quasi-emperor!

Judging from their appearance, they are up to no good!

The grandfather and grandson exchanged a glance, and their hearts sank to the bottom.

"So this is the 'remnant' of the Xiang family? In just tens of thousands of years, they have become so weak and feeble..."

The fiery holy spirit looked down and chuckled coldly:

"The era of their ancestors has passed. 'That person' from countless ages ago slaughtered the holy spirits of my Beichen Ancestral Court, hindered us from repairing the Heavenly Laws, and even destroyed my ancestral holy land. Now that he has been resurrected, the old grudges must be avenged..."

The Azure Scale Stone Saint's interface, its sound hoarse like the friction of sand and gravel:

"To have survived until now is already a blessing from heaven. Today, we will drain the remaining dragon veins of this place to comfort the spirits of our ancestral home!"

"We should not be careless, after all, it is a place of transformation of a perfected immortal golden body."

The Flame Saint narrowed his eyes and said.

"If they truly had any hidden strength, they wouldn't have been nearly wiped out by the Feathered Divine Dynasty years ago!"

Qinglin Stone Saint chuckled.

"Why make it so complicated? Just use a little trick to test the waters, wouldn't that be enough?"

Platinum War Spirit sparingly uttered these words, then simply raised an arm indifferently.

Wow!

In an instant, a beam of platinum divine light converged, transforming into a giant blade that seemed capable of cleaving the heavens and earth. It shattered the great formation of the stone village from afar and pointed down at the Xiang family ancestral hall, its meaning self-evident.

In front of the ancestral hall, Xiang Li and Xiang Yun ascended to heaven. The former, his body frail and old, trembled as he traversed the high heavens.

His old face was wrinkled like deep ravines, his body was hunched over, and his vitality was as withered as a candle flickering in the wind.

But in his cloudy eyes, there was an unyielding silence.

Arriving high in the sky, relying on a broken ancestral artifact, he struggled to straighten his almost bent spine under the pressure of three quasi-emperors, firmly protecting his anxious clansmen below and behind him.

It turns out that he had taken on all the pressure from the laws of this place, shouldering it all alone.

"May I ask what brings you three...Holy Spirit Venerable Ones, to this day?"

Xiang Li's voice was dry and hoarse, yet it echoed clearly in the desolate air above the tribe's territory.

"Heh heh, your ancestors destroyed our ancestral temple in the past, under the guise of quelling the chaos of our Holy Spirit. Now that we have been resurrected, we are here to repay you in kind and wipe out your clan's land. Isn't that fair?"

"Qinglin Stone Saint sneered."

He didn't want to say anything more to the ants in front of him, but his companions needed time to probe and observe.

click... click...

Xiang Li, under immense pressure, managed to speak with difficulty:

"The affairs of our ancestors are from a distant past, and it is difficult for later generations to judge their rights and wrongs."

If...if my ancestors truly offended your ancestral court, Xiang Li...is willing to use this crippled body to bear the consequences in their place. Whether you kill me or torture me, I will have no complaints.

"I only beg... I only beg the three venerable ones, that in the name of Heaven's mercy, they spare these innocent descendants of the Xiang family... Their bloodline is already diluted, and they have no connection whatsoever to the affairs of our ancestors!"

In the end, the old man's eyes were filled with humiliation, and he bowed deeply to the three of them, almost touching the ground.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The Fiery Holy Spirit let out a deafening laugh, its magma-like body gleaming with a cruel light.

"Old fool, you're getting on in years, how can you still be so naive? Blood ties and karma, how can you sever them so easily? Your Xiang family rose because of that man, and you should also perish because of him! Today, this place will be barren, not a blade of grass will grow, not a chicken or a dog will be spared!"

The voice has not fallen,