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

"Since you all think so highly of me and have come to witness this ceremony, then you are my guests."

"Our Lost Day Island is newly established, and everything needs to be rebuilt. We will need to maintain frequent contact with all of you fellow Daoists in the future."

"What the Demon Lord says is absolutely right!"

"Our Golden-Winged Roc clan is willing to follow the Demon Lord's lead!"

"My Celestial Fox Clan..."

Shao Hanyun listened to the flattery below, but her heart remained largely unmoved.

After the initial thrill of revenge comes a deeper emptiness.

Now that the orthodox tradition has been established, it gathers invisible forces to nourish itself and awe the stars.

But why does my heart feel so empty?

“Tan Lin…”

She silently murmured the name in her heart, a fleeting, unnoticed sadness and complexity crossing her alluring eyes:

"You mean... this is what you would want to see?"

Such an honor, yet no one can share it with her anymore.

As he spoke to himself, no one answered.

Finally, she composed herself, feeling inexplicably tired and listless, and dismissed the demons.

From this point on, Lost Day Island became a super power that could not be ignored in the myriad realms.

The name of "Demon Lord" Shao Hanyun resounded throughout the myriad realms, making him one of the most dazzling and feared powerhouses of this era.

However, many people understand that no matter how amazing it is, so what?

Can she compare to that Heaven-Devouring Maiden who has already attained enlightenment?

Those whose bodies are in harmony with the will of Heaven are eternally suppressed above. Anyone else can only look on with envy at the attainment of the Dao. If they do not wish to fade into obscurity, they can only seal themselves away and wait for future generations.

……

If time were to gallop swiftly...

Since the end of the Dark Turmoil and the disappearance of the Empress, nearly three hundred years have passed in the outside world.

These three hundred years, compared to the various "major earthquakes" during times of turmoil, can undoubtedly be described as three relatively "peaceful" years.

The vast majority of races and lineages in the myriad realms are licking their wounds and recovering their strength.

Of course, a new generation of geniuses is also rising, embarking on the ancient path of the stars, following in the footsteps of amazing predecessors such as the Undying Golden Body and the Devouring Goddess, and writing their own legends.

The older generation of powerful figures, on the other hand, quietly cultivated in seclusion. Some, knowing they had no hope of achieving enlightenment in this lifetime, founded their own sects, while others retreated into seclusion, sealing themselves off to await future generations.

This era felt particularly oppressive because of the Heaven-Devouring Empress, who hung high in the heavens but never appeared.

It wasn't entirely because the will of Heaven had been seized and all the forces of Heaven were suppressing him, making a forced breakthrough a dead end. It was also because that person's past ferocity and ruthlessness made him unpredictable.

Those who attempted to reach the Emperor Realm at the tail end of the turmoil and were about to attain enlightenment...

People like the Undying Empress and the Fire Demon either suffered damage to their Dao foundation and a drop in their cultivation level, or were seriously injured and went into hiding, never to be heard from again.

Their failure, to some extent, deterred those who followed, further solidifying the absolute ironclad rule that "there can be no two emperors in heaven!"

In this era, it seems only one protagonist remains, one who, though vanished, whose fame and presence still permeate the entire universe.

The Devouring Emperor!

And on that very day...

wow...

On the edge of the universe, in a desolate star field, the void silently cracked open.

Hey!

A peerless figure, shrouded in hazy, chaotic immortal light and exuding an aura as obscure as an abyss, stepped out from the void.

It was Li Qingjue, who had disappeared for nearly three hundred years.

Compared to three hundred years ago, her appearance has not changed in the slightest; she remains breathtakingly beautiful.

But his overall demeanor was more profound, more reserved, and more...cold.

Those eyes no longer held the uncontrollable, almost manic deathly stillness and hatred they possessed three hundred years ago when they first fell into demonic possession.

Instead, there is a profound and indifferent aura.

It was as if nothing in the world could stir the slightest ripple in her heart.

But upon closer inspection, one can discover that hidden deep within that indifferent demeanor lies an almost obsessive coldness, like ancient ice capable of freezing anyone's soul.

Her aura had become completely stable, almost flawless, and in harmony with the myriad principles of heaven and earth.

Wherever you stand, that is the center of the Tao, and the will of Heaven and Earth.

With every gesture, chaotic energy swirled around him, and strange phenomena of creation and the birth and death of all things appeared around him.

She successfully consolidated her realm, completely mastered the Devouring Heaven Emperor Dao, and fully refined and absorbed the indestructible golden body essence left by Tan Lin, integrating it into her entirety.

At this moment, her combat power far surpasses that of any newly promoted emperor throughout history, and is comparable to those "Celestial Venerable" level figures who have been immersed in the realm of imperial power for many years and more than one lifetime.

She stood in the void, scanning this desolate star field, her gaze piercing through endless space, as if she could see every corner of the myriad realms.

After three hundred years of seclusion, her injuries had long since healed, her cultivation level had stabilized, and her control over the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation had reached a new level.

Even at this point, it might still not be enough for her to conquer the forbidden zone, but after calming down, she was preparing to settle old scores and grudges while searching for someone's "traces".

After all, if a few more years pass, the person who caused her to be separated from her brother for two lifetimes and made her suffer the pain of wandering at a young age may have passed away.

clatter……

As thoughts raced through his mind, Li Qingjue's figure shifted slightly, and with one step, he vanished from the spot.

The next instant, she appeared above an ancient, inhabited planet.

This ancient star was not severely damaged during the turmoil and has now recovered and prospered.

Cultivators came and went, and ordinary people lived in peace and harmony.

Li Qingjue's appearance did not cause much of a stir.

She concealed her imperial aura, making her presence imperceptible to ordinary cultivators.

She simply stood quietly high in the sky, her divine senses flowing like mercury across the entire ancient star without a sound.

In fact, she has been taking this approach for a long time.

She was searching for any trace or clue related to "that person."

Even if it's just a trace, a wisp, a remnant of the Daoist essence, a similar fluctuation...

However, no.

Having traversed countless star fields and the vast expanse of the cosmos, this ancient star was no exception, showing no trace of anything related to Tan Lin.

She remained silent for a moment, then disappeared again.

The next ancient star.

Next star system...

She wandered aimlessly through the myriad realms, from one ancient star to another, from one star field to another.

From the bustling central star system to the remote borderlands, from the cradle of life to the desolate wastelands...

She walked along the ancient starry road that she knew and remembered Tan Lin had trod, pausing in the places where he had once stayed.

She had been to the Forbidden Ancient Road, where she stood silently for a long time in that boundless sea of ​​suffering and the realm of gods, as if she could hear the echoes of the great battles that had taken place on her path of growth.

She had been to the Eternal Starfield, flying over the ancient families and lineages that Tan Lin had once "visited."

shuh...

A sweep of divine sense stirred a wave of panic, but yielded nothing.

She even went to the outer reaches of the Overlord Ancestral Star, her cold gaze sweeping across the distant starry sky, coldly "watching" the stars shrouded in purple baleful energy for a long time, but ultimately she did not step in.

There are some things that perhaps shouldn't be done by her.

Of course, this is also because this "forbidden area," while showing some signs of activity during times of turmoil, served as one of the invisible pressures exerted by various parties.

But since it didn't actually make a move at all, it naturally wouldn't become her primary target from the start.

Once something reaches the Emperor-level, everything changes.

Pulled around and moved the whole body.

She knew that countless beings within the restricted area were watching her, observing her next move.

Although she was confident, she also understood that this forbidden zone had never been conquered throughout the ages, especially in this ancient era, and it was beyond her current capabilities.

clatter……

Lost in thought, the empress lightly touched the air with her elegant black ice-patterned flat shoes. Her long legs, beneath her black dress, moved, and she vanished, instantly arriving at the edge of the underworld.

She sensed a strong aura of death and fluctuations from the depths of the underworld there.

But again, there was no trace of what she was looking for here.

She wandered on and on, like a soulless ghost, drifting through the vast universe, searching for the warmth that had long since vanished.

The cultivators along the way, whoever sensed the terrifying aura she exuded—an aura that sent shivers down their spines—were all horrified.

They retreated to a distance, staring in astonishment and even fear at the hazy, chaotic figure, wondering what the empress, who had disappeared for many years, intended to do upon her sudden appearance.

"It's the Devouring Heaven Emperor?! She...she's emerged from seclusion!"

What is she looking for? Why does it seem so aimless?

"Could it be that they're settling old scores? Back then, how many of those who besieged the Undying Golden Body didn't appear in their true forms, but instead manifested their Dao bodies to attack..."

Even among those supreme beings who have truly manifested their forms, there are still a few who have not perished…

"Purge? That's possible, but unlikely... However, it seems that the disappearance of this demon-possessed person isn't just a rumor... We should stay away from him."

"Shh! Shut up! Do you want to die?"

Speculation, fear, and unease spread across the starry sky.

But Li Qingjue completely ignored this.

She did things her own way, just searching, endlessly searching.

however,

Three hundred years have passed, and the universe has long since erased too many traces.

Not to mention that "war of gods" from back then?

The only evidence of Tan Lin's existence seems to be that tattered Emperor's Banner, and...

That undying origin, which had become part of the myriad chaotic laws within her body, seemed to still be flowing.

She raised her hand, looked at her fair palm, and with a slight pressure from her fingertips, dug into her tender palm, causing traces of imperial blood to seep out.

"Master... have you really passed away? But why do I feel like you're still here..."

She murmured softly, her voice hoarse, and as she recalled the past, a flicker of emotion finally appeared in the unfathomable indifference in her eyes.

That was pain, confusion, and resentment that ran deep in the bones.

Why did we do that in the past?

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Chapter 293 The Empress's Slaughter and the Paleolithic Earth (10,000 words long chapter, please vote and subscribe!)

wow...

Her emotions were churning, and just as the negative feelings in Li Qingjue's heart were about to surge up again, she suddenly closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When she opened her eyes again, a sense of loneliness had returned to them.

She cannot let herself be consumed by this.

She still has things to do.