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

Taizhen Daoist laughed.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Xuan pondered for a long time.

He has been away from Beidou for nearly a thousand years, but it's not that he hasn't returned during that time.

He secretly returned to Beidou several times to visit Patriarch Chi Xuan.

However, the patriarch's condition worried him greatly.

The other person's life force seemed to be fading more and more, and there were more and more silver strands in their hair.

He knew that the patriarch's time might not be long.

As for the Tianxuan Holy Land, due to the injury of its founder and its relatively short history, its combat strength is uneven, and it has shown signs of decline in recent years. Its reputation and influence in the Beidou region are not what they used to be.

It is said that in recent years, the disciples of the Holy Land have not had a smooth business dealings outside.

Perhaps... it's time to go back.

It's not just for myself, but also for my ancestor and for Tianxuan, leaving behind a legacy of support.

"it is good."

Xiang Xuan finally nodded and sighed:

"We shall proceed to Beidou now. As for the matter of establishing a sect, you may do as you see fit..."

"Oh? Why? Fellow Daoist, weren't you already expelled from the Tianxuan Holy Land? Since you're all alone, what's wrong with that?"

"Fellow Daoist, have you found your clansmen scattered throughout the starry sky?"

"Fellow Daoist..."

Seeing that she declined, the people around her immediately spoke up to ask her what was wrong.

"Well... thank you all for your kindness, but how about we discuss this matter after I've received the Big Dipper?"

Unable to refuse Xiang Xuan's earnest invitation, he had no choice but to deal with it this way for now.

Several years later,

The group arrived at the Big Dipper, and Xiang Xuan returned to the Tianxuan Holy Land.

Over the years, he had searched for his clansmen in vain and had given up hope. Now he wanted to formally join the Tianxuan Clan, but was rejected by Chi Xuan.

He was puzzled by this, but in the end, he had no choice but to accept it.

"If it is a religion, what is the name of its lineage?"

Ten years later, everyone gathered together again, and someone asked.

During the discussion, Xiang Xuan looked towards the direction of the Big Dipper, his gaze seemingly piercing through endless void, seeing that familiar land.

They also saw that peerless figure, seemingly hidden deep within the sacred land, growing increasingly haggard.

He slowly uttered a few words, his voice steady and powerful:

"How about calling it the Tai Xuan Sect?"

In the year 3920 of the Devouring Heaven Calendar, the Tai Xuan Sect was established in the Eastern Wilderness.

The mountain gate was chosen in a place in the Eastern Wilderness that is blessed with natural beauty and where dragon veins converge. It is not too far from the Tianxuan Holy Land, and they seem to be mutually supportive.

For the founding ceremony, Xiang Xuan sent out invitations to many powerful figures he had befriended on the ancient road, as well as some friendly forces and cultivators from the Northern Dipper in recent years.

Although the ceremony was not extremely grand, it was still solemn enough to announce the birth of another great religion to the world.

The Tai Xuan Sect was founded by Tai Zhen Dao Ren, the Daoist with the highest cultivation level. Tian Gong Da Sheng, Peng Wang, and Pan Shi Da Sheng Xiang Xuan served as the supreme leaders of their respective peaks and lineages.

The school has strict rules, is inclusive, and has formed its own unique style, which is quite impressive.

After establishing his religion, Xiang Xuan did not forget his roots.

Whenever he wasn't in seclusion, he would come alone to the "Star-Gazing Cliff" on "Zhuofeng" where he lived, every thirty days.

Facing the direction of the Tianxuan Holy Land, they bowed respectfully and performed a grand salute, without fail, rain or shine.

Later, all the disciples of the Tai Xuan Sect learned that this was the Supreme Being paying homage to the Patriarch Chi Xuan of the Tianxuan Holy Land from afar, expressing gratitude for the kindness of being taken in, protected, and taught by him in the past.

The disciples were all filled with awe and admiration for the Venerable Master Zhuofeng, who was known for his deep affection and loyalty.

Meanwhile, within the Tianxuan Holy Land, some senior elders gradually learned of Xiang Xuan's actions, their feelings filled with complex emotions.

Those who were once looked down upon and ridiculed as "trash" are now the founders of a sect.

Despite being a great sage who could command respect throughout the region, he still remembered the kindness shown to him years ago and paid homage to her from afar year after year.

This character and this loyalty made many people feel ashamed, and also made many people feel good about Xiang Xuan and the Tai Xuan Sect.

Many people are puzzled as to why the Tianxuan Patriarch refused to let him in the past.

It's said that they were somewhat disappointed with it?

Was it because they abandoned the search for the Xiang family members outside the region?

……

Time passed, and in the 4,500th year of the Devouring Heaven Calendar, the Heavenly Pivot Holy Land...

At the summit of the main peak, in a newly built "Wangxia Pavilion".

Chi Xuan, dressed in an elegant pale yellow gauze dress, stood quietly leaning against the railing.

Her appearance remains beautiful.

However, a lingering weariness and illness shrouded his brows, and the white hair at his temples was even more pronounced, extending even to his ears.

Her aura was even more depleted than it had been a hundred years ago. If it weren't for the occasional faint trace of imperial power, she would be no different from a beautiful but sickly woman in the mortal world.

Her gaze was fixed on the south, towards the direction of Chixia River.

There, at her level, she could vaguely see swirling clouds and mist, chaotic Dao principles, and nine-colored rays of light appearing and disappearing deep within the fog.

It was like a separate divine realm, or an eternal prison.

Chi Xuan watched quietly, standing there for most of the day, her gaze distant and her expression complex.

"Master, it's getting cold, let's go back to the hall and rest."

A beautiful female disciple dressed in a pale yellow dress gently draped a snow-white fox fur cloak over Chi Xuan's shoulders and softly advised her.

Chi Xuan seemed not to hear, still gazing in the direction of Chixia River.

Su Yi followed her gaze, a hint of confusion and bewilderment flashing in her eyes, and whispered:

“Master, you are looking there again… That is that person’s ‘cave dwelling,’ and also… the source of your misfortune. Why are you…”

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Throughout the Holy Land, few did not resent the Devouring Emperor, and they avoided the newly forbidden area of ​​Crimson Cloud River like the plague.

But why does Master seem to have an inexplicable... concern for that place?

Even more so, Su Yi occasionally caught a glimpse of an extremely complex emotion in her master's gaze as he looked towards the Crimson Cloud River. It wasn't pure hatred, but rather a mixture of worry and melancholy.

And a hint of...emotion she couldn't understand?

Is this emotion truly something that the patriarch felt towards the being who had hurt her?

Or was it that the patriarch was truly looking towards someone else?

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Chapter 315 The Women Gather to Discuss Crimson Glow (6K Chapter, Please Subscribe!)

Yes, she has served this patriarch for over seven hundred years.

Over the years, she has naturally gained some understanding of his daily routine.

However, due to a lack of knowledge about the truth of some past events, she never knew why the patriarch would often show such an expression in his eyes when looking at the forbidden area of ​​Chixia River.

Just like...

A sudden thought made Su Yi realize how absurd it was.

Who was the patriarch?

I suppose I've overthought things. How could she possibly have such feelings towards someone who hurt her?

shuh...

As the sun in the distant sky gradually dimmed behind the western mountains, Chi Xuan slowly withdrew her gaze, lowered her head and coughed softly a few times, covering her mouth with a plain handkerchief, which was once again stained with specks of scarlet.

She put the handkerchief away as if nothing had happened, then turned to Su Yi, a faint, almost ethereal smile appearing on her pale face.

"Su Yi, do you know that some things in this world are not simply black and white?"

People are complex, and some emotions are not just about love and hate.

Her voice was soft, weak from a long illness, yet it carried a world-weary air, as if it held a deeper meaning.

Su Yi was completely bewildered and had no idea what the patriarch was saying.

What do these have to do with that capricious, domineering, and ruthless emperor of our time?

Are they really talking about and thinking the same person?

Chi Xuan didn't offer any further explanation, but instead turned her gaze back towards the Crimson Cloud River and let out a soft sigh.

"More than three thousand years have passed... How are you?"

These words were as soft as a whisper, echoing in one's heart before dissipating on the wind, so that even Su Yi, who was standing right next to him, could not hear them clearly.

Only Chi Xuan herself knew who she was asking.

That once indistinct figure, silhouetted against the light source between two colossal monuments at the bottom of the abyss...

The person she had repeatedly descended into the abyss of despair, whom she could only watch from afar, never able to utter a single word to.

She had thought that once he had successfully achieved rebirth, there would be a chance for them to truly meet and reminisce about the past. But as she grew old, that day seemed to be still far away.

To date, four thousand five hundred years have passed since the era of the Great Emperor Devouring Heaven ascended to the Dao and reigned supreme.

Before that, there was a period of about a thousand years.

All things considered, she has lived for over five thousand years.

At this point, even without the hidden injuries to her Sendai, given her normal lifespan as a Daoist, she was nearing the end of her life, with at most two or three thousand years left to live.

Not to mention that over the past thousands of years, due to the existence of the Sendai Crack, her life force has been constantly and rapidly fading away.

In this state, even self-imposed isolation cannot truly halt the loss of life...

Now that she has entered her twilight years, as the days go by, the hatred, the pain, the regret in her heart, the unfulfilled desires, and the inability to let go remain.

"Wait a little longer... wait a little longer..."

Knowing that the Devouring Emperor had taken control of the Crimson Cloud River, the thought that, after thousands of years, he still wanted to go to the Abyss again to see "that person" lingered in Chi Xuan's mind.

She had already made up her mind that this trip might be her last, so she planned to make it happen when her time was up.

Since the strange events that occurred in the Crimson Cloud River thousands of years ago are now largely known among cultivators of her level, the pronouncements of certain supreme beings are no longer major secrets.

There had been speculation about that matter for some time.

Former "fellow disciples" turned against each other. The Devouring Emperor, seeking an unknown secret of immortal destiny, imprisoned the Great Accomplished Holy Body in the abyss.

The beauty has grown old, and her gaze has longed for the ends of the earth.

The figure stood alone in the pavilion, appearing particularly desolate in the approaching twilight.

……

at the same time,

The Purple Star, within the lineage of the Guanghan Palace.

The moonlight, like water, cast its clear glow, illuminating this palace that has existed for thousands of years, making it appear like a celestial realm of the moon.

On the "Moon-Viewing Terrace" overlooking the cliff inside the palace, clouds and mist swirl around, and fairy flowers bloom.

Three figures, each with a unique and unparalleled bearing, stood by the railing, gazing down at the surging sea of ​​clouds and the dazzling Milky Way below.

The woman on the left wore a flowing, moon-white gown, its hem trailing on the ground, embroidered with silver laurel patterns that shimmered with a cool luster under the moonlight.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her skin like jade, her eyes like pools of autumn water, her figure tall and graceful, her long, black hair flowing like a waterfall, loosely tied up with a simple white jade hairpin, a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks, adding a touch of languid elegance and otherworldly grace.