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

After falling for an unknown amount of time, light finally appeared ahead, and the vast, boundless underground came into view.

Deep in the core,

The legendary "Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist" True Meaning Stele, which she had supposedly found in the Chi family's records and which stood ten thousand feet tall, stood there.

But unlike the descriptions in ancient texts, the giant stele at this moment possessed a hazy black and white sheen.

The patterns on the monument no longer flow slowly, but rather "pulse" with an indescribable rhythm, like a heartbeat!

Boom!

thump... thump...

With each "pulse," an even stronger true meaning and Daoist essence spread out, sweeping across the entire space!

What truly caused Chi Xuan's body to tremble violently and her pupils to contract to their maximum extent was not the giant monument that had undergone the strange change.

Instead, it was faintly visible behind the giant monument, in the deepest part of that area shrouded in a dense mist formed by countless Dao patterns…

scene.

There, it seemed, was a passage connecting to another world. In her eyes, it appeared as a blurry, ancient cave portal, seemingly linking different times and reincarnations, its phantom image floating in the mist.

However, there is an iris separating them.

Wisps of celestial light drifted within the portal at the far end.

What seems to block out this myriad of phenomena is another "stone tablet" hidden behind the "Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist" true meaning tablet.

The distance was too great, the field too complex, the celestial light too dazzling, and the mist too thick; Chi Xuan couldn't clearly see the words on the stone tablet.

She could only detect a faint "source of light" between the two monuments, a light source that was both indistinct and strange, yet emanated a familiar yet strange aura that stirred her very soul.

Within the light source, the vague outline of a figure caught between life and death could be seen.

He sat cross-legged, as if asleep, or as if undergoing some incomprehensible "transformation" from death to life.

In my perception, there was an extremely faint light within the source.

Yet, a genuine vitality and a dazed, untamed will emanate from there, forming a strange opposition and unity with the field that permeates the Crimson Cloud River.

It's like wanting to live a second life from the inside out, relying on oneself.

in place,

Chi Xuan gazed at the silhouette in the hazy light, her heart feeling as if gripped by an invisible hand, her breath catching in her throat.

Even though separated by endless Daoist energy and distorted sense of time and space, even though the figure was hidden behind the stone tablet, so blurry that it was almost impossible to recognize...

But that kind of feeling, that stirring deep within her soul with just one glance, that familiarity that had seeped into her very bones and was etched into her heart…

"Is it...you?"

Staring blankly at the light source, Chi Xuan came to her senses, and then, with all her might, she managed to utter these three barely audible words from her trembling lips.

tick...

Tears, without warning, blurred her vision.

At this moment, her emotions were so complex and exciting that she could not express them in words.

The overwhelming surprise overwhelmed her composure like a tsunami.

Her delicate body trembled violently, and tears, which she could no longer hold back, slid down her beautiful but pale cheeks like broken pearls.

For over a thousand years, people have looked back on the past from time to time, and the emotions that have been weighing on their hearts seem to have found an outlet at this moment.

Is it really... really him?!

"Brother... is it really you?"

She called out softly, her voice trembling uncontrollably, and through the conflict between the primordial spirit's divine power and the Dao's rhythm, it reached the hazy light source.

Her gaze was fixed on the outline within the light source, as if afraid that if she blinked, everything before her would vanish like a dream.

The sound came out, but there was no response.

The outline in the light source remained motionless, as if it had fallen into the deepest slumber, or as if it was undergoing some kind of undisturbed transformation.

Only that faint glimmer of life and will, as perceived, flickered like a candle in the wind, yet stubbornly persisted.

Chi Xuan was not discouraged.

She vaguely sensed that the Dao principles in the area where the light source was located were even more distorted, and the Dao charm that accelerated aging had become so strong that it materialized, forming an indestructible "cocoon".

With her cultivation level, even if she exerted all her strength, she might be able to get a little closer.

However, that would inevitably trigger a violent conflict of principles, which could potentially disrupt the state of the person in the light source and even cause unpredictable consequences.

She dared not take the risk.

He forcibly suppressed the urge to rush forward.

Chi Xuan stood there quietly, hundreds of feet away.

This was the limit she could bear at the moment. She gazed longingly at the light source and the blurry figure within it.

His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of mist and Daoist charm, imprinting that familiar face once again deeply into his heart.

She didn't know what the other person was going through, or how long this state would last.

But she could vaguely sense that the faint life force within the light source was "growing" extremely slowly.

That will was gradually becoming more solid, slowly emerging from the daze.

This is a positive process, though it's frustratingly slow.

"It's so good to have you here."

Chi Xuan murmured softly, tears blurring her vision, yet the corners of her mouth involuntarily curved upwards, revealing a smile mixed with tears, a smile of relief and heartache.

"You stood up during the turmoil of the past, so your story shouldn't have ended like this..."

At this moment, after experiencing the passing of her sister, parents, and elders over the years, the gloom and vicissitudes that had accumulated in Chi Xuan's heart for thousands of years were slightly dispelled by a glimmer of light.

The pain of the past has not disappeared.

But it's always a little different from before.

wow...

After gazing for a long time, until she felt that her own Dao barrier was about to collapse under the erosion of the Dao rhythm and that her lifespan was being severely depleted, Chi Xuan reluctantly withdrew her gaze.

She knew that she couldn't stay here any longer, and that she couldn't do anything more in her current state.

"Brother, take care... I'll come visit you again in a while."

She spoke softly, in the gentlest yet most firm tone, facing the direction of the light, as if afraid of disturbing the sleeping person.

After saying that, she took one last deep look at the light source, as if she wanted to etch this scene into her soul forever, then resolutely turned around, transformed into a ray of light, and flew upwards along the path she had come from.

Leaving the Ancestral Abyss, traversing the Crimson Cloud River shrouded in Daoist energy, and returning to the normal world outside.

As she felt the flow of time and the vitality returning to "normal," Chi Xuan felt as if she had been transported to another world.

"I will wait for you, and I will keep waiting."

She silently recited the mantra, then tore through the void and returned to the Heavenly Pivot Holy Land.

She needs to adjust her state as soon as possible to prepare for her next trip to Chixiachuan.

Her mindset, which had remained unchanged for centuries, has now shifted.

On her long and lonely journey to immortality, she once again felt a different kind of expectation.

……

The year 1363 of the Devouring Heaven Calendar.

More than a thousand years have passed since the Empress last appeared and finally disappeared outside the ancient star of Yuhua.

Over the past millennium, the universe has appeared calm on the surface, but beneath the surface, turbulent currents have been surging.

Although the Empress has not reappeared, her fearsome reputation and title of "ruthless woman" have long been a consensus among the heroes of all the heavens and myriad realms.

It was an unknown sword hanging over the heads of all living beings.

No one knows if that sword will fall again for no reason.

On this day, the sharp sword seemed to be drawn from its sheath once again.

clatter……

On the edge of the universe, a peerless immortal figure, shrouded in endless dark demonic energy and wearing a bizarre ghost mask, reappeared in the sight of heroes from the outside world after a thousand years.

Compared to hundreds of years ago, his aura has become even more profound and restrained, as if he has completely merged with all things, and his movements are devoid of any trace of worldly concerns.

But the loneliness, coldness, and obsessive-compulsive tendencies that originated from the depths of the soul grew stronger and stronger, almost becoming tangible.

The mask concealed her face, but her eyes, visible through the holes in the mask, were deep and still, like a deep pool, yet seemed to contain a chilling power capable of freezing the universe.

After leaving the ancient star of the Heavenly Soldiers, she once again embarked on a long journey of searching.

The possible "traces" on that divine source in the Creation Platform were like a pebble thrown into the lake of her lonely heart, stirring up endless ripples.

Although the "trace" was elusive and might even be her illusion or wishful thinking, she was unwilling and dared not let go of any possibility.

This time, her search was no longer completely aimless.

Besides continuing to use the Emperor's Divine Power to deduce and rewind time to search for any clues that might be related to his master,

She began to consciously turn her gaze to those women who had interacted with her master, especially those with whom she had a close relationship.

Perhaps, if the Master truly exists in some form, he might have connections with these people?

Just like Tianling.

Perhaps she can find more clues from them?

In addition,

This moment of stillness stirred within her, and a desire arose deep within her to see how those women fared after her master's "departure."

……

Gouchen Ancient Star, South China Sea, Lost Day Island.

Before she had even truly arrived, the Empress, who had gathered all her energy in the starry sky, had already "seen" the magnificent scene deep in the South China Sea today.

The already magnificent main hall area of ​​Lost Day Island, built with divine materials, is now bathed in radiant light and filled with auspicious energy.

Countless powerful demonic energies, like beacon fires and smoke signals, soared into the sky, converging into a vast demonic cloud that enveloped the entire South China Sea.

Celestial music filled the air, exotic fragrances permeated the air, phoenixes sang in harmony, and auspicious beasts offered gifts.

An unprecedented feast, gathering almost all the prominent figures of the Starry Sky Demon Clan, is being held in the "Hall of Ten Thousand Demons" at the heart of Lost Day Island.

The reason is simple: as the Demon Lord of Lost Day Island, Shao Hanyun...

Not long ago, he condensed his Dao fruit using his own methods and transcended tribulation to enter the realm of the Imperial Path. Although he did not achieve complete Dao attainment through an alternative method,

Furthermore, because the Empress attained enlightenment before him, the will of Heaven was possessed by her, preventing him from truly becoming a supreme demon lord who could dominate the nine heavens and ten earths.

However, by combining the "Demon Emperor Scripture" with his own transformation, he has forged a path that has made him the undisputed strongest demon in the universe today, aside from the possible supreme demons existing in forbidden zones!

This grand feast is both to celebrate the Demon Lord's advancement in cultivation and...

It is also a landmark event where all races of the Starry Sky Demon Clan revere and establish Lost Day Island as the supreme core.

Inside the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, the scene was unprecedentedly grand.

The main hall is carved from a single piece of "starry obsidian".

The dome is inlaid with countless star cores and moon pearls, emitting a soft yet dazzling starlight that illuminates the hall as if it were daytime.

The ground is covered with ancient warm jade, so shiny it reflects light like a mirror.

There are nine golden pillars with coiled dragons on each side, each pillar entwined with a lifelike dragon made of fine gold and mithril, with a large luminous pearl in its mouth.

At this moment, the main hall was already filled with guests.

Demon race leaders and brilliant talents from all corners of the starry sky gathered together.

There was a burly man, his body towering like a mountain, transformed from a savage ancient beast; and an elder of the Heavenly Serpent Clan, with a serene and enigmatic demeanor.

There is the young master of the Peng clan, a magnificent and extraordinary roc with wings on his back, and the princess of the Tianhu clan, whose fox tail sways and whose charm is innate...

The lowest cultivation level is at the Saint King level, and even some Great Saints and Quasi-Emperors are at that level.