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

Or, if there were a version of yourself from the past, the original you, looking at the present you, would you recognize her as herself?

Words are like knives, each one piercing the heart.

Suiren Lianlei gripped the "Human Emperor Banner" tightly in her hand, her fingertips turning white from the force.

She knew that if her words angered a Chaos Emperor, she would only face certain death.

But she truly did not want to see a bloodbath, similar to turmoil, spread from there.

Even so, compared to the scale of the unrest, this may still be insignificant...

However, her intervention wasn't solely for the sake of the millions of potentially innocent lives behind her, but also for that person, to prevent him from achieving a "result" that required his life...

The starry sky was deathly silent.

Suiren's words of pity for Lei echoed nearby, but did not spread.

It sounded like a conversation between the two of them, but no one heard it.

After saying that,

The lonely gaze behind the empress's mask seemed to flicker slightly.

But soon, it returned to that unfathomable desolation and indifference.

"Are you done talking?"

She spoke softly, her tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

Suiren Lianlei's heart sank.

But the next moment,

The Empress did not make a move, nor did she look at the ancient star of ascension again.

wow...

She slowly raised her hand, and with a flick of her wrist, an ancient and broken banner appeared before her, radiating a purity and vastness far greater than the imitation in Suiren Lianlei's hand, as if it carried the will of the human race to rise and fall throughout the ages and to pass on the torch.

It was the very banner of the true human emperor that had been damaged in the turmoil and later repaired by her.

Although the banner still appeared somewhat damaged, its radiance was no longer dim.

The blood of several supreme beings that stained it had long been refined into it by her imperial way, and after being nurtured in her hands for three hundred years, its divine power was even greater than before.

Finally,

The Empress glanced at the Emperor's Banner in her hand, then at Suiren Lianlei, and at the replica in her hand.

Then, to Suiren Lianlei's astonished and surprised gaze, she tossed it gently.

whoosh...

The true Emperor's Banner transformed into a stream of light and flew towards Suiren Lianlei.

"This is for you."

The Empress's voice remained calm:

“Since he has entrusted his mantle and lineage to your lineage, you shall hold this banner again. At least your actions today are worthy of your bloodline and heritage.”

Having said that,

She said no more, and didn't even glance at the ancient star of ascension that was so close at hand.

clatter……

She silently turned around, took a step, and endless dark light and demonic energy filled the air. Her figure instantly disappeared into the depths of the starry sky without a trace.

Only Suiren Lianlei remained, holding the true Emperor's Banner, her expression blank.

And the ancient star creatures that miraculously escaped the calamity, now immersed in the aftermath and bewilderment, are only now realizing the truth.

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Chapter 295 The Empress's Restless Heart (6K Chapter, Please Subscribe!)

Before the ancient star was eclipsed,

After a long while, Suiren Lianlei slowly came to her senses.

She looked down at the banner in her hand, fluttering in the wind. It seemed light and airy, yet it was as heavy as a mountain. She felt the familiar yet strange fighting spirit and Daoist charm flowing within it, and her expression was complex and unfathomable.

She succeeded?

Perhaps her mention of His Majesty the Emperor truly moved her.

But will those deep-seated resentment, grief, and obsessive fanaticism in the other person's heart really change because of these few words?

Suiren Lianlei didn't know why the other party didn't continue to attack.

She felt that although the matter had temporarily come to an end, it was far from over.

Because of the existence of this empress, whose temperament is unpredictable and whose methods are ruthless, this starry sky is destined to usher in an unpredictable era.

What year is it tonight?

The Devouring Heaven Calendar, year 368...

In the myriad realms of the heavens, some have already begun to secretly and subtly refer to that person as "ruthless." This truly is a period shrouded in bloody terror, causing countless heroes to live in constant fear.

And this is just the beginning.

despair……

Lost in thought, Suiren Lianlei tightened her grip on the Emperor's Banner. She gazed in the direction the Empress had vanished and sighed softly.

"Your Majesty... if you could see this today, what would you think?"

The starry sky was silent; she stood alone, destined to be talking only to herself.

Only the ancient war banner trembled slightly in her hand, as if responding to something, or perhaps just a trace left by the gale from beyond the realm.

……

The year 1363 of the Devouring Heaven Calendar

In the blink of an eye, nearly a thousand years have passed.

Since the day the Empress swiftly wiped out the Imperial Court and all its strongholds along the starry sky, as well as its remnants, and then disappeared beyond the ancient star of Feathered Ascension,...

The universe seems to have entered a relatively calm period again.

Since that day, the empress, whose true face was shrouded in a ghostly mask and whose features were now largely unknown, vanished without a trace and has never reappeared.

However, in the former territory of the Northern Dipper Central Plains Feathered Divine Dynasty, the shocking, massive palm print stretching for tens of thousands of miles remains to this day, along with the blood-red legends from various parts of the outer space.

It continues to serve as a constant reminder to the heroes of all realms of the ruthlessness and capriciousness of that great emperor of the time.

Over the past millennium, the prodigies of all races in the universe have continued their struggles, while the forbidden zones have returned to complete silence.

As for the path to immortality deduced by the Supreme Beings, the exact time when it will begin seems to have finally been cleared up, with some concluding that there are still hundreds of thousands of years to wait.

……

Deep in the universe, in a hidden star field not located at any node of the ancient road of myriad races,

The Phoenix Nest, with its energy contained, floated in the corner of the sky.

This ancient "palace," forged from supreme divine materials such as the Divine Phoenix Stone, after more than a thousand years of silence and restoration, began to emit a faint, hazy divine light on this day, though it remained hidden from the outside world.

Within the Phoenix Nest, a place brimming with secrets, the lingering glow and medicinal fragrance of the evening sun were slowly dissipating.

click...

The heavy palace doors opened silently, and a stunningly beautiful figure, whose beauty could rival that of fish and geese, gracefully stepped out from the swirling mist.

It was none other than the Immortal Empress.

After more than a thousand years of seclusion, he refined some of the precious royal blood left behind by the Immortal Emperor and a great medicinal herb.

She has finally recovered from the backlash of the past imperial calamity, though her foundation still has minor cracks that have not yet healed.

But at least her cultivation level has stabilized at the level of stepping into the realm of the Emperor, and because of refining the essence blood of the Heavenly Emperor, her aura has gained an ethereal and otherworldly Nirvana charm.

On the day she emerged from seclusion, she wore a sky-blue palace dress woven from the clouds of the heavens and adorned with scattered phoenix feather patterns; the hem of the dress trailed on the ground.

She wore a light, ethereal, moon-white gauze dress embroidered with seven-colored silk threads, and a ribbon woven with phoenix veins and inlaid with shimmering silk cords tied around her waist, making her waist appear even more delicate and fragile.

As she walked, she shimmered with light, as if she were wearing a piece of the starry sky.

Her long, black hair was styled into a fairy bun, with a phoenix hairpin holding a pearl swaying in the air. The pearls were strung together with stardust and celestial sand, swaying gently with her steps and reflecting a dreamlike halo.

Da...da...

The Immortal Empress's jade feet were bare, covered only by soft, openwork shoes made of azure phoenix feathers, revealing her crystal-clear, jade-like ankles and delicate arches.

Each step seemed to tread upon the Dao, light and silent.

Even with proper care, her stunning beauty remains captivating, her skin as white and flawless as snow.

Her phoenix eyes, opening and closing, shone with inner light, radiating brilliance. They possessed both the dignified elegance of an empress and the profound and cold depths that came from enduring hardship.

Her cherry lips, naturally red without any makeup, were slightly pursed, conveying a complex and indescribable emotion.

shuh...

As soon as she stepped out of the secret palace, as if sensing something, the Undying Empress's gaze immediately turned to the eternal, cold starry sky outside the Phoenix Nest.

over there,

A tall, spear-like figure in white robes was hidden in the void, but it was unknown how long he had been silently guarding outside, or whether he had never left his post.

That person was none other than Ning Fei.

His white robe seemed to be stained with the marks of time and the dust of battle, and although his face was still handsome, it could not hide the hardships he had endured.

But those eyes, silent for millennia, shone with an undisguised, pure light when they looked at the Undying Empress emerging from the secret palace.

It was as if his more than a thousand years of waiting were just for this moment.

"You...you've recovered? Congratulations..."

Ning Fei's voice carried a barely perceptible hoarseness and concern.

He took a step forward, but then restrained himself and stopped just outside the light membrane at the entrance to the Phoenix Nest, maintaining a proper distance.

The Immortal Queen's gaze swept across the other man, capturing both his fleeting, passionate devotion and restraint.

She, who no longer even considers it a "replacement," remains unmoved by this.

However, a captivating smile bloomed on her face, enough to eclipse the stars, like the first melting of snow and the blossoming of spring flowers.

"We still have to thank the foundation left by the Emperor for managing to recover some of our strength."

Her voice was soft and melodious, carrying a perfect balance of approachability and detachment:

"Thank you for your hard work over the years, Ning Fei."

As she spoke, she waved her hand lightly, and the light membrane at the entrance of the Phoenix Nest rippled open a portal.

"Come in and have a chat, it's chilly outside."

She turned to the side, her eyes smiling, her posture elegant.

Upon hearing this, Ning Fei's eyes shone even brighter, and he stepped into the Phoenix Nest without hesitation.

wow...

The familiar, rich fragrance and warm Daoist aura enveloped him, causing his mind, which had been barren for millennia, to unconsciously relax a little.

However, he quickly regained his composure, keeping his gaze fixed on that stunning figure, without revealing any overt transgression.

Da...da...

Soon, the two arrived at a side hall, which was elegantly furnished with a jade table and stone benches. Spiritual tea, imbued with spiritual energy, was already prepared on the table.

It was clear that the Undying Queen had instructed the "maids" in the nest to prepare before she came out.

"sit."

The immortal queen personally poured the tea, her movements fluid and graceful, exuding a natural charm.

She pushed a cup of tea in front of Ning Fei, while she picked up another cup herself, covered her face with her sleeve, and sipped it lightly.

Ning Fei took the teacup, his fingertips touching the slightly warm cup, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.