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

But in all the heavens and myriad realms, some people remain silent.

They looked into the chilling stillness and madness in her eyes.

Looking at the blood-dripping sword and tattered banner in her hand, I recalled the legend of that ruthless woman who devoured the essence of geniuses and unleashed boundless bloodshed on the ancient starry road.

Recalling the agonizing, almost manic scream she let out when she ascended to the throne...

Is this newly crowned emperor truly a ruler with a strong sense of righteousness, willing to restrain himself, and destined to protect all living beings like that indestructible golden body?

Or is she merely a female demon empress who, for unknown reasons, has nearly fallen into demonic possession, with only hatred and destruction left in her heart?

Is his becoming emperor a blessing or a curse for this universe that has just experienced the ravages of darkness?

At this moment, no one knows the answer.

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Chapter 291: The Empress's Standoff Outside the Forbidden Zone and Two Hundred Years (Bonus Chapter with 10,000 Words, Please Vote and Subscribe!)

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Gradually,

It was as if that invisible, unknown, and uneasy feeling was spreading throughout the myriad realms.

The starry sky was silent, and all living things seemed to fall into silence.

In the depths of the universe, only those stars reduced to dust, the floating remains of supreme beings, and the still-unsettled turbulent energy currents remain.

Even the blood-red light that lingered in the starry sky, caused by the consecutive falls of six ancient supreme beings in a single day, silently testified to the devastating nature of this turmoil.

Of course, this does not include the countless beings within those living places who inevitably turned into skeletons during this period.

Furthermore, with the "fall" of that immortal golden-bodied figure and the passing of the former number one divine general of the ancient Heavenly Court, nearly ten emperor-level figures have died today.

This number is undoubtedly astonishing, and it may even rival the terrifying "battles of the gods" of the past.

As a result, it was recorded in the annals of cultivation by many supreme lineages and clans, and described in great detail.

However, before that, the eyes of heroes from all realms remained focused.

The starry sky was silent, the bloodstains still lingered.

This was because the figure in the chaotic black dress, clad in a dust-stained divine silk robe and wielding a tattered banner and a blood-dripping sword, was still lingering outside the Big Dipper Starfield.

Its icy gaze, like a tangible blade, continued to scrape inch by inch across every forbidden zone of life, including the Undying Mountain, the Immortal Tomb, and the Primordial Ancient Mine.

She didn't speak or move; she just stood there.

But the oppressive feeling of that silence was heavier than any action.

On its first day outside the restricted area, the five regions of the Big Dipper and all living beings beyond held their breath.

The monks who were lucky enough to survive the darkness and turmoil huddled in their "homes," afraid to go out.

The cultivators were trembling with fear. Many sects activated their mountain-protecting formations, even though they knew perfectly well that if something were to happen, even if it was just a tiny aftershock, their formations would be rendered useless.

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The Great Emperor of Our Time Has Arrived

Deep within the restricted areas of Beidou, ancient energy is being forced to undergo a profound awakening.

Inside the Undying Mountain, black mist surged, and nearly ten pairs of deep, dark eyes could be vaguely seen opening within the mist.

They stared coldly at the figure in the starry sky.

The Stone Emperor has retreated deep into the mountain's interior, his aura slightly weaker than before his emergence, and he is currently healing his injuries.

However, the terrain and field of the entire Undying Mountain have been revived, and the Imperial Dao array patterns are faintly visible, silently confronting the gaze in the starry sky.

In the Immortal Mausoleum, the Celestial Venerable of Longevity sat cross-legged before an ancient tomb, his face somber.

He held the Longevity Sword across his knees, its blade bearing a fine crack—a remnant from his previous battle with Li Qing.

Deep within the cemetery, several of the oldest tombs trembled slightly, the soil loosened, as if a terrifying entity was about to emerge from the earth.

Primordial Ancient Mine, Reincarnation Sea, Heaven...

They all had similar reactions.

No supreme being stepped out, but the "field" of the forbidden zone was strengthening. It was the combination of the imperial array patterns accumulated over many years and the terrain, which was the foundation upon which the forbidden zone depended for its long existence.

At this moment, these fields are fully activated, serving as both defense and warning.

The standoff continued the following day.

Li Qingjue remained motionless.

However, the chaotic energy surrounding her grew increasingly dense, and faint cries of agony emanated from within her body.

That was a sign that she had just attained enlightenment and her realm was not yet completely stable. It was also a sign that her Dao principles were fluctuating because she was forcibly suppressing the violent killing intent and grief within her body.

Her gaze was mostly fixed on the Undying Mountain and the Immortal Tomb.

Occasionally, I would also glance at the Primordial Ancient Mine.

During that time, she also glanced at the illusory blue waves of the Sea of ​​Reincarnation and the hazy celestial light of the heavens.

Every time her gaze moved, it caused subtle fluctuations in the energy of the corresponding forbidden zone.

On the third day,

In the Central Continent of the Big Dipper, a Saint Lord-level figure could not withstand this invisible pressure. His Dao heart collapsed, and he burst out with a mad laugh, rushing towards the sky. However, when he was a thousand feet above the ground, his physical body exploded, and his soul was destroyed.

It wasn't that someone intervened, but rather the terrifying "force" formed by the intertwining of the imperial might permeating the entire ancient star and the forbidden zone's domain that caused his Dao foundation to collapse on its own.

At this moment, Beidou cannot enter or leave!

On the fourth day, in the southern part of the eastern wilderness, in the ruins of the Xiang family's territory.

Xiang Li and dozens of elderly people still sat cross-legged in the dilapidated ancestral hall.

They were all exhausted, their lives nearly depleted due to the oppression of the Supreme Aura during the previous turmoil.

At this moment, feeling the cold gaze fixed on the forbidden zone from the starry sky, two lines of bloody tears streamed down Xiang Li's cloudy old eyes.

“Child…if you are watching over me from heaven…look at her…she has succeeded…she has succeeded…”

The old man murmured softly, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible:

"But my human race... has forever lost a Holy Body... a true... backbone... His glory after achieving perfection was far too short-lived; he was like a fleeting flower."

It was as if its very existence was solely to prevent this turmoil…

Beside him, the old saint with a penetrating wound in his chest, his breath as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, struggled to raise his head.

Looking up at the starry sky, he grinned, revealing bloodstained teeth, and hissed:

"It was worth it. The 'Holy Body' did not die in vain... We humans..."

Another great emperor has emerged... Even if she... her heart is filled with hatred... those beasts in the forbidden zones... will still be wary of her!

Hahaha...cough cough..."

He coughed up blood while laughing, his breath rapidly weakening, and the light in his eyes gradually fading.

"Little Seven!"

Xiang Li called out in a trembling voice.

"Elder Li... I'll go first... to the underworld... to tell our ancestors... that our clan's golden statue... has not disgraced our bloodline..."

After the old sage finished speaking, his head slowly drooped down, and his breath ceased completely.

Tears streamed down Xiang Li's face as he reached out to close the eyes of his clansman.

Looking around, the elderly people still sitting in the hall were no more than twenty years old, and each of them was on the verge of death.

He knew that his turn was coming soon.

On the fifth day, the standoff outside the restricted area continued.

However, subtle fluctuations began to appear in Li Qingjue's aura.

That was not weakness, but a disorder caused by extreme repression.

Her eyes held a mixture of deathly stillness and madness, and her hands, gripping the Immortal Execution Sword and the Human Emperor Banner, trembled slightly, her knuckles white from gripping them tightly.

She was trying her best to restrain herself.

He restrained the urge to recklessly charge into the forbidden zone, even if it meant perishing together with the Stone Emperor and the Eternal Heavenly Venerable.

I tried to suppress the image of my master's final disappearance that kept surging in my mind.

She restrained the grief and resentment that were tearing her soul apart.

She knew she couldn't.

The master paid the price of his life to enable her to attain enlightenment and temporarily end this turmoil.

If she were to rush into the forbidden area in a fit of madness, be surrounded, or even perish, then everything her master had done would be meaningless.

But she hated it!

I hate these maggots who linger and die in the restricted area!

I hate this merciless way of Heaven!

I hate this world that forces my master to sacrifice himself!

She hated... herself.

Why not be even stronger?

Why can't it be faster?

If only she could have attained enlightenment sooner, if only she could have faced all the supreme beings alone…

Does that mean Master won't have to die?

This regret and self-blame were like poisonous fire, burning her internal organs and driving her almost mad.

On the sixth day, unusual phenomena began to appear in the skies above the five regions of the Big Dipper.

It wasn't an auspicious omen, but rather a sense of oppression so intense it felt like the world itself was about to collapse.

The gathering of dark clouds was not a sign of impending doom, but rather a manifestation of the laws of heaven and earth, compressed and distorted by the imperial might and the forbidden zone's domain.

The lightning flashed silently in the clouds, taking on an eerie dark red hue.

Many low-level cultivators couldn't withstand the pressure, vomiting blood and experiencing a decline in their cultivation levels.

In the mundane world, the number of people suffering from illness, madness, and suicide has surged.

The entire Big Dipper seems to have become a giant powder keg, and the fuse is that silent figure in the starry sky.

The atmosphere inside the penalty area became increasingly unstable.

From several restricted areas, deep roars and the sound of chains being dragged could be heard, as if ancient beings were enraged by this standoff and were about to break free.

The atmosphere was extremely tense.

And it wasn't until the seventh day, at dawn.

As the first rays of sunlight pierced through the oppressive clouds that had shrouded the Big Dipper for days, the figure in the starry sky finally moved.

shuh...

She slowly withdrew her gaze from the restricted area.

That gaze remained cold and lifeless, but when it swept over the Undying Mountain and the Immortal Tomb for the last time, everyone could feel the undisguised, unforgettable killing intent within it.

Then, she turned around.

Hey!

With one step, chaotic energy filled the air, and his figure blurred instantly, disappearing into the depths of the boundless starry sky.

No words were left behind, no announcements were made.

But that silent threat was clearer than any vow.

This matter is not over yet!