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

Nine "totem pillars" stand in the square in front of the hall, carved with an epic scroll depicting the pioneering spirit and the passing down of human civilization.

The entire complex of palaces was shrouded in a hazy, pale golden halo, a result of the collective faith of the people, making it solemn and sacred.

clatter……

When the Empress arrived, Suiren Lianlei personally led the way, followed by a group of solemn and tense elders from the Human King's Palace.

Similar to her time in the Moon Palace, the Empress strolled along, her gaze seemingly casually sweeping over various places.

But Suiren Lianlei could clearly feel that the fluctuations of that time-reversing magic always enveloped the places where the Empress passed by!

She is investigating the history of the Human King's Palace, searching for any clues that might be related to her master!

Suiren Lianlei sighed inwardly as she introduced the history of the Human King's Palace, the functions of its various buildings, and the achievements of past human kings.

He pondered to himself, hoping that nothing in the hall would offend the emperor's "taboos".

The Empress walked very slowly, seemingly ignoring Suiren Lianlei's introduction, completely absorbed in her own "retrospection" and "search".

She walked past the martial arts training ground, past the library, past the "Hall of Heroes" which enshrines the sages of past dynasties in the Hall of Human Kings, but is not the body of the human king...

Finally, she arrived at the most central and sacred place of the Human King's Palace, the Ancestral Hall.

The ancestral hall is not large, but it is extremely ancient and weathered, as if it has existed since the mythical era.

The hall was not decorated much, except for a large banner in the very center that fluttered in the wind, old yet full of fighting spirit!

Beneath the banner were rows of ancient memorial tablets, and at the very top was the shrine of the Suiren Emperor!

According to seniority, even though Suirenhuang was a human king from the ancient times, he could only be ranked in order. But his achievements were too dazzling.

In the past, a minor branch of the Beidou sect easily surpassed the prestige of the Ziwei sect.

Even now, though he is gone, the lineage of the Human Emperor's Palace that he single-handedly established in the Big Dipper was essentially wiped out in the turmoil a thousand years ago.

However, this does not prevent its divine position from being placed at the top here, which is equivalent to giving it a separate page in the "family tree"!

Wow!

The moment the Empress stepped into the ancestral hall, the Emperor's Banner moved without wind, emitting a deep hum, as if paying tribute to the reigning emperor, or as if telling a story.

For the first time, the Empress's steps faltered noticeably.

Her gaze passed over Suiren Lianlei and the elders of the Human King's Hall, and locked directly onto the Human Emperor Banner, and at the highest point behind the banner, on the ancient divine tablet inscribed with "Suiren Emperor".

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The ghost mask concealed all expressions.

But Suiren Lianlei seemed to vaguely sense that beneath the mask, there was an indescribable complex emotion stirring within.

Is it a remembrance?

Is it doubt?

Or something deeper, something no one can understand?

The Empress stood there quietly, gazing at the Emperor's Banner and the divine throne of Emperor Suiren for a very long time.

So long that the incense in the ancestral hall seemed to have solidified, and so long that Suiren, Lianlei, and the others felt that they had difficulty breathing.

During this long gaze, the ever-present, time-reversing secret technique emanating from the Empress reached its peak!

She seemed to be trying her best to capture this turbulent period from this Emperor's Banner, from this place, from this land with deep ties to her "Master."

Even the slightest trace of "him"!

however,

Finally, as the surging, mysterious Daoist energy gradually subsided,

Nothing at all.

Although the Emperor's Banner possessed a spirit, it could not provide her with any clues about that person.

This land has witnessed the legend of "Suirenhuang," but it cannot guide "Tanlin" on his way home.

Finally, the Empress slowly, very slightly, shook her head.

This subtle movement caused Suiren Lianlei, who had been observing her intently, to have a glint in her eyes.

"Let's go."

The Empress finally withdrew her gaze, turned around, and her voice came through the mask, revealing no emotion, yet seemingly even more...

A hint of indifference crept in.

Suiren Lianlei didn't ask any more questions and continued to lead the way.

She could sense that deep within the Daoist lineage, her grandfather, Suiren Hong, whose life force had declined to the extreme and who was on his deathbed, was silently watching this place through the barrier, but he never showed himself.

As the Empress left the ancestral hall, she seemed to glance in that direction, but made no comment.

Half a day later,

The Empress arrived in the territory of the Jiang family's ancestral land, which is also known to outsiders as the Yanhuang Divine Kingdom.

The process is similar to the previous two.

Jiang Wanqing led the way as the Empress toured the area, retracing the passage of time along the way.

The ancestral home of the Jiang family is elegant and magnificent, with a profound cultural heritage.

But the Empress seemed uninterested.

She walked past "Lanxing Pavilion," where Jiang Wanqing lived, and past "Liufang Waterside Pavilion," where the elders of the Jiang family had arranged numerous "blind dates" for her.

They passed by the most important temple of the Jiang family, but still did not feel anything special.

Throughout the journey, Jiang Wanqing remained anxious.

Fortunately, nothing along the way touched on the other party's taboos.

Finally, after making a symbolic walk around the Jiang family compound, the Empress stopped.

She stood on the highest star-gazing platform in the Jiang family's ancestral land.

Looking down at the dimly lit capital of the Yanhuang Divine Kingdom, now deathly silent due to her arrival, she looked up at the deep night sky of the Ziwei Ancient Star and the eternally bright moon in the night sky.

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long silence.

As night deepened, under the watchful eyes of Jiang Wanqing and countless tense divine thoughts secretly circulating outside,

The empress turned around and took a step forward.

clatter……

Chaotic energy filled the air, and his proud immortal figure vanished in an instant beneath the sky of the ancient Ziwei star, leaving no trace.

She... just left like that?

This time, upon arriving, he did not launch an attack, did not incite any bloodshed, did not suppress anyone, and did not even utter a single extra word.

They just made a quick look around, and then... left?

The silence lasted for several breaths.

immediately,

"call!"

She's gone! She's gone!

"Oh my god... they're finally gone..."

"That scared me to death..."

"Who isn't? Today, this old man hasn't dared to breathe, he's even forgotten he can breathe..."

"..."

"What exactly happened? What is 'she' here for? What is her purpose...?"

"He just glanced at the entire Ziwei Palace, and only visited the Guanghan Palace, the Human King's Palace, and the Jiang Family in person before leaving?"

"Who can fathom the true nature of such actions?"

"Great, nothing happened, so let's just be happy!"

"How strange..."

"..."

With the Empress gone, the entire vast Ziwei Ancient Star seemed to suddenly release its pressure, like a spring that had been compressed to its limit.

The heroes seemed to have instantly "come alive" from their previous state of being silent and trembling!

Countless cultivators breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat from their foreheads, and began to discuss the matter with lingering fear.

That sense of relief, of "surviving a catastrophe," permeated the air above all the major sects and schools.

The leader of the Taiyin Divine Sect also quietly breathed a sigh of relief:

"She's gone... really gone... It seems that although this woman devoured the origins of all paths to become an emperor and then a demon, she wasn't actually that insane. The rumors about her killing everyone she saw were spread far too much in the outside world..."

On the other side, the leaders of the Sun God Cult, the Ziwei Divine Dynasty, and other Taoist traditions were also feeling utterly exhausted.

Their backs were practically soaked with cold sweat as they looked towards the outer realms, watching the Devouring Emperor disappear into the distance, his whereabouts unknown.

"He still possesses the bearing of an emperor, so there's no need to be overly fearful; it's just that his moods are unpredictable..."

They all breathed a sigh of relief. Although their doubts deepened, at least the unknown crisis that had just threatened to erupt had temporarily passed.

At the same time,

The Moon Palace, the roof of the Laurel Hall.

Gu Qingying, Suiren Lianlei, and Jiang Wanqing reunite.

They stood side by side, gazing in the direction of the starry sky where the Empress had disappeared, but their expressions showed little relief.

"What...is she looking for?"

Jiang Wanqing asked softly, her brows furrowed in deep thought.

"Who knows?"

Suiren Lianlei smiled bitterly:

"But... it seems we still haven't found anything."

On the other side, Gu Qingying remained silent.

Her cool gaze reflected the starry sky.

In fact, all three of them had their own guesses about this, but guesses are just guesses after all.

'Did she discover some clue to deduce that 'you' are still alive? If so, why...'

Gu Qingying's thoughts drifted, and finally she sighed softly in her heart:

'I just wonder what she might do next time...'

The starry sky was silent, with only the night wind howling, carrying a lingering imperial aura that seemed to have not yet dissipated, reflecting the different thoughts in the hearts of the three women.

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The year 1388 of the Devouring Heaven Calendar

Beidou, autumn,

In the southern part of the eastern wilderness, there is the Crimson Cloud River.

The former Chixia River was a place of beautiful mountains and clear waters, with rays of light shining everywhere at sunset. It was the ancestral home of the Xiang family, the lineage of the immortal golden body. Although it was not open to the public, it was occasionally visited by cultivators who had long-standing friendships with the family.

However, nowadays, this place has become a forbidden area that the entire Southern Region, and even the Five Regions of the Big Dipper, are gradually turning pale at the mention of it.

If a person of high status were to personally visit this place and look out, the mountains and rivers stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles would appear to be shrouded in an invisible, yet tangible, transparent "twilight."

This "dusk" is not some kind of mist, but rather a manifestation of a terrifying field of Daoist energy that seems to distort time and accelerate the process of life.

When sunlight shines inside, the morning glow quickly turns a hazy yellow, like the setting sun at dusk.