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

Even when she wasn't devouring the essence of other species, the divine power she cultivated through demonic arts, circulating within her body, still brought about certain negative effects at all times.

This unconsciously stirred within her a subtle, instinctive restlessness towards killing.

However, she remained clear-headed after meeting someone and becoming his disciple.

Over the past ten years, this has been crucial in shaping her character. In this life where she practices demonic arts, at least so far, she is far less bloodthirsty than in her original lineage.

Even though she has been separated from her master and he has passed away, and the evil dragon in her heart has often surfaced recently, she still feels disgusted by the Holy Spirit's tyrannical acts of wantonly slaughtering living beings because of her past experiences.

This was different from her vague, restless murderous intent.

What she longed for was the baptism of blood brought about by battles, and a further transformation of her physique.

It should be about becoming stronger when facing stronger opponents, and fighting back against the cultivators on the mountain, not this kind of inhumane massacre.

The human race in the Central Region was wailing in agony. The old, the weak, women, and children—any human who encountered that Holy Spirit was doomed.

"I'm still too weak..."

With his thoughts swirling, Li Qingjue forcefully suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

Immediately, she turned and left the Central Region, which had become a place of trouble, preparing to continue south and return to the Southern Region.

Even though she truly disapproved of the Holy Spirit's actions, she was even more aware of her own insignificance.

The evil spirit that committed the crime possessed the cultivation of a Saint King, while she had only just entered the Sendai realm. The difference between them was countless times greater than an insurmountable chasm.

She had not forgotten her master's teachings; rushing off with such enthusiasm would only be suicide.

however.

She crossed the desolate mountains and soon arrived in the Southern Region.

A terrifying aura, seemingly capable of scorching the heavens and boiling the seas, suddenly descended, crossing the boundary barrier and completely locking onto her location!

hum...

Without any prior warning, the void around her was instantly imprisoned by the vast holy might.

The surrounding temperature rose sharply, and even the rocks underfoot and the deeper veins of the earth melted instantly.

Rumble...

"what happened?!"

"What...what's going on?"

"..."

"Holy Spirit!! It's that Holy Spirit from the Central Region who has come to our Southern Region..."

"Run...run fast..."

The commotion spread, causing an uproar among the forces bordering this southern region, and a sense of inexplicable panic spread further afield.

Li Qingjue's heart sank to the bottom.

She never imagined that after returning to the Southern Region, the Holy Spirit, whom she had never met before, would come looking for her.

"Hehe, the master was right about that day..."

Zhen Yan's ferocious figure, shrouded in the raging flames of Nanming, suddenly appeared above the solitary peak near Li Qingjue with a cold laugh.

His eyes, like lava, flickered like two flames in their sockets as he stared intently at Li Qingjue.

It didn't feel like looking at a living creature at all, but rather like admiring a perfect offering.

After observing him for a while, he didn't say much. He made his move as soon as he appeared, launching a sudden attack!

boom……

A gigantic hand covered in crimson scales slammed down from above Li Qingjue, blotting out the sky.

The immense fire elemental power contained in his palm transformed into a roaring fire dragon, which coiled up and, while capturing Li Qingjue, sealed off any possible escape route.

Absolute suppression of status!

He hadn't even unleashed his Saint King's domain; the mere surge of his Saintly might was enough to firmly bind Li Qingjue to his spot.

At this moment, it became incredibly difficult for the other party to even move a single finger.

If it weren't for the fact that the master needed such "precious" human sacrifices to prevent the spiritual essence from being lost.

Normally, a single drop of his blood would be enough to kill him.

However, even under these circumstances, Li Qingjue still did not accept her fate.

crackling sounds...

Forced by the emperor's power, her hunched back straightened little by little, even though it broke her limbs and spine.

shuh...

She was desperately circulating the "Devouring Heaven Demon Art," and her body was filled with a surge of dark light.

Wisps of demonic energy transformed into hideous phantoms of gods and demons, attempting to struggle and resist.

But faced with an absolute disparity in strength, all struggles seem so pale and powerless.

She was indeed exceptionally talented, with unparalleled talent among women throughout history, but upon entering the Immortal Realm, she faced a Saint King-level Holy Spirit, and the outcome was completely predictable!

Her supernatural abilities, which were enough to make even cultivators of the same level perish, melted away like ice and snow in the face of Zhen Yan's holy might.

There was not the slightest ripple.

Boom...

next moment.

The fire dragon, formed from the divine law, wrapped itself around Li Qingjue.

Furthermore, the spatial laws surged, and his imprisoned body was passively transformed into a stream of flames, about to disappear into the crimson demon pot.

despair!

At this moment, Li Qingjue was truly in despair.

She wasn't afraid of death, but she absolutely didn't want to die like this!

She still needs to cultivate diligently, struggle through the mortal world, and live long enough to wait for her brother's reincarnation to return.

If possible, she also wants to see her master again...

However, when faced with this Holy Spirit at the Saint King level, she tried her best, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, completely powerless to resist.

"Brother...Master..."

Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth and flowed down her bronze mask.

Because she forcefully resisted Zhen Yan's holy might, her bones and internal organs suffered extremely serious damage.

She softly called out the names of the two people who were the most important to her.

But the sound was drowned out by the blood that rushed into his throat.

Beneath the bronze mask, a look of farewell flashed in Li Qingjue's eyes, and a bone-chilling despair instantly overwhelmed her.

And at this critical moment...

Strange phenomena are occurring!

Wow!

Within the invisible, ethereal aura surrounding her, three strands of clear light that someone had once projected from afar now seemed to stir.

A wisp of clear light emerged from the void, bursting forth with an extremely dazzling celestial radiance!

At this moment, the Queen's hand appeared.

That unique, primordial energy of the fusion of Yin and Yang emanates from this world!

wow...

The clear light, like mercury spilling onto the ground, instantly transformed into an extremely blurry yet seemingly domineering phantom.

The figure's face was indistinct; one could only vaguely discern that it stood with its hands behind its back, its bearing majestic and unparalleled.

The phantom appeared out of thin air, without making any movement, simply blocking the crimson demon pot.

The invisible aura emanating from its very existence caused the fire dragon that was binding and binding Li Qingjue's body to be silently annihilated.

……

Chapter Sixty-Three: Why won't you even look at me?

click... click...

At this moment, even the crimson demon pot containing countless drops of blood and "precious" living creatures of human cultivators shattered inch by inch.

The destruction of the Dao artifact is only a matter of time.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

"This...how is this possible?!"

The sinister smile on Sheng Lingzhenyan's face froze instantly, turning into extreme horror and disbelief.

The illusory figure manifested by that clear light made him feel an indescribable terror.

It was an absolute crushing force originating from the level of life, from the status of the Great Dao... in all aspects.

Even if the other party is just a phantom!

Everything happened too fast; he had no idea where the celestial light came from or where it originated.

In fact, not only him, but even his master, the Great Accomplished Holy Spirit Fire Demon, who was present at this moment, could not trace or investigate him.

"Human...Human Emperor?"

However, he was able to discern the chaotic aura of the Yin and Yang that was gradually spreading in the void.

With a sudden thought, he stammered out those two words with difficulty.

Wow!

There was a deathly silence all around.

In a state of great panic, after recognizing the other party's identity, he did not hesitate at all and tore open a corner of the void.

He tried to escape, but it was too late.

The ethereal, luminous figure seemed to turn around and glance at him.

Just one glance.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any violent collision of laws.

Pure dominance.

Just like how it had previously crushed the woman in the black dress who had just entered the Sendai Secret Realm.

laugh……

Zhen Yan's ferocious holy spirit body, which was shrouded in Nanming Li Huo, was like an ink mark that had been wiped away from a painting.

Starting from the head, it disintegrated inch by inch, and in a short breath, it transformed into the purest essence of heaven and earth, dissipating into nothingness.

Along with the crimson demon pot that the fire demon had helped him refine, it also turned to ashes at this moment.

It transformed into the most primordial fire essence, merging into the world.

……

At this moment, everything around us and even in the distance was eerily quiet.

A powerful Saint King-level Holy Spirit was annihilated, as if he had never existed in this world.

The entire process was completely silent, beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

In the world, only that faint glow of light remained, gradually fading away with the wind.

Its appearance was like a fleeting moment.

There is no trace of the Dao that has sustained its long existence in this world; its reappearance is like a rootless duckweed.

On a solitary peak.