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

They have vanished without a trace, whether they were suppressed or swept into the unknown void turbulence is unknown.

The entire Big Dipper, and countless divine thoughts that had been observing this place, fell into a deathly silence at this moment.

All the cultivators who "saw" this scene, whether they were the lords of holy lands, the patriarchs of aristocratic families, or ancient beings living in seclusion, were filled with a tremendous surge of emotion!

Imperial Realm?

Another person has entered the realm of the Imperial Path!

How...how is this possible?

Even though the Great Emperor Devouring Heaven is already in power, and the suppression of all paths is stronger than in many other periods, how can she so easily step into the realm of the Imperial Path?

Although this was not a direct attempt to attain enlightenment and ascend to the throne, people understood that with the current emperor constantly looming ahead,

Even if one does not attain enlightenment, merely attempting to break into this field is not as "easy" as it used to be.

however,

That terrifying pressure that made even the most powerful artifacts groan, that imperial aura that resonated with the universe...

And then there was that absolute power that completely suppressed, and might even have suppressed, a quasi-emperor-level expert wielding an ultimate weapon...

Everything points to that terrifying answer!

Tianxuan Holy Land, Patriarch Chixuan

This stunningly beautiful woman, who usually keeps a low profile, has quietly reached this point!

One foot has already stepped into the realm of the Imperial Path.

The next step, I fear, will be to become an unconventional cultivator capable of challenging even the Supreme Being!

Over the Chixia River,

Chi Xuan glanced indifferently in the direction where the Peacock King Buddha had disappeared, then swept her gaze across the faint, shimmering divine thoughts in the void, filled with horror and awe, without making any comment.

She withdrew the illusory image of the Seven Treasures Tree, and took one last look at the devastation below, ravaged by the aftershocks of the great battle.

However, the figure in the Crimson Cloud River, whose core area was still shrouded in "dusk," slowly faded and eventually disappeared.

All that remained was devastation, and a world-shaking message that had shaken the entire Big Dipper and was about to spread even faster throughout the myriad realms.

Tianxuan Chixuan has already stepped into the realm of the Imperial Path. Outside the Crimson Cloud River, he single-handedly suppressed the Buddhist Quasi-Emperor who wielded the supreme weapon, the Demon-Subduing Pestle!

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Chapter 306 The Terrified Moral Taoist Priest (6K Chapter, Please Subscribe!)

In the decades since the beginning of the Devouring Heaven Calendar, 1388,

After leaving the Ziwei Starfield, the Empress continued to travel through the vast sea of ​​stars, occasionally pausing to cast secret spells across the starry sky, tracing clues about someone.

The starry sky is boundless, and time passes silently.

She traversed ancient stars and star fields, using her unparalleled supernatural powers to travel back in time, attempting to capture even the slightest trace related to Tan Lin within the imprints of bygone years.

This is undoubtedly a huge drain on resources.

Even though she has attained the Dao and become an Emperor, continuously using forbidden secret techniques involving the river of time and space to peer into the past is a huge burden on her.

After countless times,

That invisible backlash, like a maggot clinging to her bone, silently eroded her, and invisibly shortened her lifespan.

However, since her vital energy is still strong, these signs have not yet manifested.

Along the way, she inadvertently glimpsed many ancient secrets buried deep in the past.

It bears the remnants of celestial beings discussing the Dao in the mythological era, the imprints of the immortal emperor reigning over the world in the early primordial period, and even the later rivalries between various emperors.

There are also wondrous sights of ancient holy spirits giving birth, and even more tragic tales of countless outstanding individuals rising and falling in the struggle for that one and only position of enlightenment since ancient times…

These fragments of time, unrelated to the person she sought, washed over her mind like a vast torrent of information, bringing with them the invisible backlash that came with discovering countless secrets.

This made her feel a deep sense of exhaustion.

But her lonely eyes never wavered in the slightest.

In the year 1395 of the Devouring Heaven Calendar, on a certain unnamed large star.

This star is not a source of life. Its surface is barren and desolate, the earth is cracked, and the mountains and rivers are decayed. Only a faint, almost non-existent, spiritual energy flows across its surface.

However, deep within the celestial veins, dragon energy lurks, forming a rare "trapped dragon" formation.

The dragon vein is blocked by the natural terrain.

The spiritual energy must not leak out; instead, it accumulates and settles over the long years.

clatter……

On this day, the Empress's figure silently descended upon the surface of this star.

She was still wearing a simple, elegant black dress, her face covered by a mask that seemed to hold both laughter and tears.

Her hair was as black as a waterfall, and her figure was as perfect and proud as a treasure vase of the Great Dao. She exuded an aura of solitude and loneliness that made all things mourn and stars tremble.

She stopped here not because she sensed anything, but simply because she was passing by and, as usual, used a secret technique to trace the imprints of time in this starry sky over the past ten thousand years.

hum...

As time passed, the Empress gently raised her hand, her fingertips tracing mysterious paths in the void.

The space ahead rippled like water, and hazy light and shadow began to emerge, reflecting fragments of this place's past.

Stars revolve, meteorites fall, and occasionally, the fleeting light of extraterrestrial cultivators passes by...

All of this is ordinary.

Just as the Empress was about to put away the secret technique and head to the next location,

"Ok?"

She suddenly let out a soft exclamation, her gaze falling on a scene presented in the time rewind.

That was not long ago, about a hundred years ago, when an inconspicuous meteorite flew in from outside the planet and crashed into the depths of this planet's crust.

The meteorite itself was not special, but the location where it fell happened to be the "dragon's eye" of the "trapped dragon" formation in this area!

What made the Empress's gaze narrow slightly was the pure earth energy that had accumulated deep within the earth's veins for countless millennia shortly after the meteorite impact.

There was a strange fluctuation for a moment, though extremely faint, and it quickly returned to calm.

But that slight discordant "ripple" did not escape her notice.

Something strange is going on here...

Upon seeing this, the Empress muttered to herself,

Immediately, she moved slightly, took a step, and pierced through the thick crustal rock layer, entering the interior of the star.

The deeper one goes, the more concentrated and pure the dragon energy accumulated in the earth's veins becomes, almost turning into liquid spiritual fluid that flows slowly through the crisscrossing dragon vein channels.

This dragon energy is incredibly pure, but due to the "trapped dragon" formation, it has been unable to be released for millions of years, forming a terrifying reserve of spiritual energy in this area.

It's enough to drive any cultivator who knows about this place mad.

The empress ignored this and headed straight for the "dragon eye" where the dragon energy fluctuations were most abnormal.

After passing through a narrow passage that was made crystal clear and smooth by the dragon's energy, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

This is a natural cave located deep within the earth's core, no more than a hundred feet in circumference, yet it is filled with a pale golden dragon aura that is almost solidified.

The rising mist cast a hazy glow over the cave.

In the center of the cave, instead of the imagined core of the dragon vein, there was...

A grave!

A tomb forged from a strange divine metal that is as dark as ink yet faintly flows with mysterious radiance!

The tomb is not large, about ten feet high, with a simple and even somewhat rough design, as if it were cast at random.

However, the tomb was inscribed with countless extremely intricate Daoist patterns.

These Dao patterns were not engraved later; rather, they seem to have been naturally imprinted on them by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth over the years, exuding a strange Dao charm of eternal vicissitudes and endless reincarnation.

There was no tombstone in front of the grave, only a black stone about half a person's height, on which were crookedly carved a few ancient characters that did not belong to the distant past or even the primordial era.

The handwriting is messy, yet it conveys a profound and unfathomable meaning.

The empress stood before the tomb, her gaze beneath the ghost mask falling on the ancient characters, and remained silent for a moment.

Although she didn't recognize these ancient characters, she could discern some clues from the patterns and lines that made them up.

There seems to be a trace of the "Crossing Tribulation Heavenly Technique" created by one of the Nine Heavenly Venerables of the mythological era, the Crossing Tribulation Heavenly Venerable.

She was not entirely unfamiliar with this, for she had once found a relic related to it within the Ninefold Imperial Pass.

Of course, whether the ruins were left by him personally remains to be investigated.

"To perform the act of burying oneself in the name of the Heavenly Venerable... Interesting..."

The Empress murmured to herself, her gaze seemingly trying to penetrate the divine gold and Dao patterns on the surface of the tomb, looking inside.

She wondered if this large tomb was the burial place of that ancient celestial being.

shuh...

With penetrating gaze,

All that could be seen in the hundreds of feet of grave was a single coffin.

The coffin was cast from a dark, nine-colored divine gold, and the lid was also engraved with countless reincarnation patterns.

It was trembling slightly at the moment, and a crack had already appeared between the coffin lid and the coffin body!

click... click...

A strange aura was emanating from the cracks, mingling with the rich earth energy outside. The faint fluctuations just now originated from this!

"This is……"

The Empress narrowed her clear eyes slightly, pondering what was going on in her mind.

It seems that the meteorite impact a hundred years ago unintentionally disturbed a bit of the earth's veins, possibly accelerating the "awakening" process of the creature inside the coffin.

Next,

She did not leave, nor did she make any move. She simply stood quietly in place, as if she had merged into the surrounding dragon energy and darkness, her aura perfectly concealed, waiting silently.

She wanted to see what was inside that coffin.

If it's a legendary mythical deity, then...

Perhaps, we can glean a glimpse into the mysteries related to immortality and reincarnation from it.

This will undoubtedly be somewhat beneficial to her subsequent struggles in the mortal world, waiting for her brother and that person to return...

rustling... rustling...

Time passes little by little.

The cave was silent except for the faint sound of the dragon's energy flowing slowly.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe a day, maybe just a moment.

click... click...

The lid of the nine-colored divine golden coffin trembled more and more violently, and the gaps became larger and larger.

at last,

Clang...

The coffin lid was violently ripped open from the inside by a tremendous force, slamming heavily onto the surrounding grave soil and sending up a cloud of misty earth energy.

Immediately afterwards, a chubby, slightly pale hand gripped the edge of the coffin.

Then, a round head laboriously poked its way out of the coffin.

This was a Taoist priest who looked to be in his early thirties. He was short and stout, with a round face and his features were squeezed together, giving him a somewhat shifty and cunning air.

He was wearing a wrinkled, old Taoist robe, stained with a little mud, and with several oddly patched patches on it.

Her hair was casually tied into a topknot with a wooden hairpin, and it was a little messy.