Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

With the passage of time, the emperors of the mythological era, the places where immortals were born, and the long-hidden secrets were gradually revealed in the prehistoric superstar. Thrilling legends spread across this land.

The Honghuang Superstar has undoubtedly become the focus of the nine heavens and ten earths, attracting the attention of countless practitioners.

With dreams and aspirations in their hearts, they set foot on this mysterious land, hoping to find a chance to practice here, or touch the legendary supreme power and shape their own legends.

The holy body who achieved the throne was in the most glorious prime of his life. He set up a palace on this planet. His majesty was like a towering sacred mountain, and no one dared to offend him easily.

Under his protection, this land is peaceful and filled with the prosperous scene of the heyday of spiritual practice.

Countless practitioners have devoted themselves to cultivation on this land. The fluctuations of their spiritual power are intertwined together to form a powerful force, as if telling the greatness and extraordinaryness of this land.

At this moment, Jiang Yun turned into a dazzling stream of light, slowly slowing down, like a falling feather, gently and naturally blending into this legendary prehistoric superstar.

We walked and looked along the way, heading towards Kunlun.

On the road, a grandfather and grandson passed by Jiang Yun. Even though they were far apart, their conversation was clearly heard by Jiang Yun.

“Grandpa, that person seems to be the creator of the Source Ring—Daoyuan Tiandi!”

A childish and surprised voice suddenly sounded. The speaker was a young monk who had just embarked on the path of cultivation. His eyes were wide open and his face was full of disbelief, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

"If there is even a slight resemblance to him, it would be enough to make me lose my mind. He led the Daoyuan Sect to ascend to heaven. How could he possibly appear in the world again?"

An old man's voice came slowly, with a hint of emotion and doubt in his tone. He didn't see it clearly when he took a quick glance just now.

He shook his head slightly, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, as if he wanted to witness that magnificent era with his own eyes.

"Is it true that the whole sect ascended? I don't believe it. It seems like a myth. Even the Heavenly Emperor, who is unrivaled in the world, could not ascend to the immortal world. I don't believe that the Heavenly Emperor Daoyuan led billions of lives to ascend."

The young monk's tone was full of doubt, and his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about an extremely complicated problem.

In his opinion, such a thing was too incredible and simply beyond his comprehension.

"Grandpa didn't see it with his own eyes, but your great-grandfather experienced that era and spoke so confidently. He couldn't be lying to me, right?"

The old man touched the child's head, with a hint of helplessness in his voice, saying that one should not talk nonsense in public.

However, he could not confirm the authenticity of this matter, but he chose to believe his ancestors and believe in that history which was not far from the present.

Believe in the beautiful hope of teaching everyone to become an immortal.

"The prodigies who competed with Emperor Ye for the path to the throne are no longer in the list. They should have followed Emperor Daoyuan to ascend to heaven. This can't be fake."

The young monk's words once again caused a discussion among the people around him, and their eyes all turned to the direction where Jiang Yun left.

Jiang Yun couldn't help but feel a lot of emotions when listening to these words from behind.

A mere five thousand years seemed to him like a brief moment in the long years of cultivation, but now, some monks actually regarded him as an unattainable myth.

He felt both relieved and disappointed.

I am glad that my deeds can be passed down by future generations, but I am sad that time passes so quickly and everything has changed.

In the cultivation world of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths where the strong are respected, saints are undoubtedly those who stand at the top of the pyramid.

However, even as powerful as a saint, his lifespan can barely last for five thousand years.

In the past years, the nine heavens and ten earths have experienced a glorious golden age. It was a passionate era with geniuses emerging and heroes vying for supremacy. Countless brilliant people emerged on this land and shone with their own light.

However, the number of saints is still limited. In a large force, they often play an important role at the level of ancestors, like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea, guarding the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of the force.

It is no wonder that ordinary monks gradually become vague about the distant past.

In their world, five thousand years is not just the passing of a generation, but like a surging tide, one wave after another, replacing four or five generations.

Each generation has its own dream of spiritual practice, struggles and strives in the long river of time, and is eventually replaced by a new generation.

In the mortal world, the passage of time is like a white horse passing by in a flash. It is fleeting. I am afraid that hundreds of generations have passed quietly.

During these long years, countless stories have been covered in dust, countless memories have been forgotten, leaving only some vague legends that are passed down from mouth to mouth in the world.

If Jiang Yun had not been inspired to carefully update his own portrait in each source ring so that those who use the source ring can always remember and recite it, his appearance would probably have been completely forgotten by the world under the erosion of time.

Jiang Yun concealed his face and quietly embarked on his journey.

His extraordinary cultivation made him incredibly fast, and he soon approached Kunlun, the ancestor of all mountains.

Looking from afar, the magnificent mountains and sea come into view. The towering mountains are connected in a row, like winding dragons lying on the earth, majestic and awe-inspiring.

Kunlun, this holy land that carries many precious memories of Jiang Yun, every inch of land and every stone seems to be telling stories of the past.

But now this place has been almost completely opened up, the formation has been removed, and this piece of land created by heaven and earth is full of caves, sects and cultivators.

"It's changed so much."

Once upon a time, Jiang Yun thought that he had already seen through the terrain of becoming an immortal. Those mysterious runes and ancient formations were deeply imprinted in his mind.

However, when he scanned and checked carefully again today, he was surprised to find that this ancient land still hid some unknown secrets.

There is a mysterious place at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

Jiang Yun was only able to sense something vaguely with the help of the stone box left behind by the Formless Demon Spider and his men.

If he just used his own spiritual sense to explore, that area would be exactly the same as the surrounding areas, and it would be difficult to detect anything unusual.

He almost overlooked this mysterious place, thinking to himself, it was just as the Nine-Colored Mysterious Bird said, that section of the reincarnation path was probably arranged by Emperor Huang Tian with his supreme power. How could he easily detect such an exquisite layout?
"Is there any danger? The dark version of the Corpse Immortal Emperor wouldn't be sleeping in there!"

This thought flashed through Jiang Yun's mind like a bolt of lightning, causing him to shudder and a creepy feeling rising up his spine.

His heart was filled with hesitation and fear. Although he gradually determined the direction, he was still hesitant to enter rashly.

The unknown depths of darkness seemed to hide endless dangers that could swallow him up at any time.

It was not until he slowly took out the imperial spear, which exuded an ancient and powerful aura, and held it tightly in his hand, feeling the power coming from the spear, that he felt a little relieved. Jiang Yun's thoughts were like a ball of intricate silk threads, constantly intertwining and entangled in his mind.

He frowned slightly, trying to sort out the truth of the matter from the chaotic memories and vague clues: "It shouldn't be, the dark version of the Corpse Immortal Emperor was left behind after Brother Di Gu left. It is the coordinate for future return, and it is a beacon in the endless sea of ​​sacrifices, guiding the return of the unknown road.

Moreover, as far as I know, Brother Di Gu should have been revived after the demise of Emperor Huang Tian.

If he had awakened earlier, with his strength and temperament, he would have followed Emperor Huang Tian into the unknown battlefield without hesitation in the final battle and fought the enemy to the death. How could he have been safe and sound?

Therefore, he went to heaven only later.

In my opinion, he should still be in that endless sleep. Perhaps, only when this era ends completely and the rules of the world are reshuffled, Brother Di Gu will wake up from his long sleep and go to heaven. "

After careful consideration and meticulous reasoning, Jiang Yun gradually came to a conclusion in his mind. He felt that it was impossible for the dark side of Brother Di Gu to exist in that section of the reincarnation path at this time.

It can't be that fast.

This thought made him feel a little relieved, but what followed was a stronger curiosity and desire to explore the unknown path of reincarnation.

With this complicated feeling, Jiang Yun circulated the spiritual power around his body and quickly dived deep into the ground like a black lightning.

Groping forward in the endless darkness, he finally entered a strange space.

This place is not a dead silent void, but like a winding underground ancient cave, long and mysterious, like a time tunnel leading to an unknown world, extending into the distance.

Jiang Yun could feel that this was not the reincarnation path he had been searching for, but a wonderful space that served as a transit point.

Although it is hidden under Kunlun, it seems to be free from the time and space rules of Kunlun. It is an independent and mysterious existence.

He walked slowly along the ancient cave, taking every step carefully, for fear of triggering the dangerous mechanism hidden in the dark.

Fortunately, because this is Emperor Huang Tian’s hometown, there is no decoration here.

Finally, Jiang Yun walked to the end of the ancient cave in the darkness, and a deep and dark vortex appeared in front of him.

The vortex was like a dormant giant beast, emitting a terrifying aura.

Jiang Yun clenched the Imperial Spear in his hand. The divine weapon that carried countless legends and powers trembled slightly in his hand.

He could clearly feel that the dark unknown place inside the vortex was the real path of reincarnation.

However, when his spiritual consciousness cautiously probed into it, a huge and mysterious energy rushed towards him like a surging tide, instantly submerging him.

This aura was completely different from the place where the Nine-Colored Mysterious Bird was imprisoned. It was so powerful that his heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.

It was an indescribable terrifying force, as if it contained the origin and end of all the heavens and worlds, making him feel his own insignificance and fragility in front of this power.

"What's in it!?"

Faced with such powerful pressure, Jiang Yun did not step in rashly, and was somewhat hesitant.

Finally, Jiang Yun thought about it, slowly withdrew his spiritual consciousness, turned around and walked out of the mysterious space, and returned to the land of Kunlun again.

In the following days, Jiang Yun embarked on a journey to travel across this primitive continent.

His heart is not at peace now, he will make the best decision after he calms down.

He slowed down his pace, and each step was steady and firm, like an otherworldly hermit, strolling leisurely in the world.

He went to Mount Tai, the sacred mountain that carries countless history and culture. Every blade of grass, every stone and every step on the mountain seemed to be telling ancient stories.

He also went to the mountain that he had created with his own hands when he came to the earth. The former glory and bustle were no longer there, leaving only silence and desolation. The scene of everything and everyone having changed made him feel inexplicably melancholy.

He walked through some places that were once familiar to him, but those old friends and relatives had long disappeared.

The torrent of time mercilessly washes away everything, gradually erasing all traces of the past.

After leaving this time, he didn't know when he would be able to come back again. Perhaps, even if he passed by this place in the future, he could only take a quick glance, without time to stop or savor the experience.

The catastrophe is approaching, and all the heavens and worlds are about to face a huge crisis, like the sky is about to collapse, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

As the saying goes, "If the sky falls, there is always someone tall to hold it up", but now, the "tall man" can no longer hold it up.

In the future, this heavy "sky" will probably eventually fall on him, and he will shoulder the responsibility of finding hope for light in the unknown darkness.

During Jiang Yun's travels in the prehistoric continent, memories of the past surged back like a tide, and his heart was filled with emotion.

When he climbed to the top of Mount Tai, looking at the vast and majestic sea of ​​clouds rolling under his feet and the undulating mountains like a sleeping dragon lying on the earth, he suddenly wanted to drink.

He waved his hand, and his magic surged, instantly setting up a banquet on the top of Mount Tai.

The table was filled with delicacies, the fine wine exuded a charming aroma, and the fragrance of the wine drifted in all directions with the mountain breeze.

At the same time, he deliberately leaked a powerful aura that belonged only to him. That aura was like a bright star in the dark night sky, extremely eye-catching, just to attract Ye Fan.

Before stepping into the mysterious reincarnation road at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, he wanted to try his cousin's luck again.

What's more, the two of them haven't had a drink together and enjoyed their brotherhood for many years.

Not long after, a streak of light flashed across the sky like lightning and landed on the top of Mount Tai in an instant.

The person who came was Ye Fan. He was dressed in black clothes that rustled, and his eyes showed surprise and excitement.

"Cousin, why are you back?"

Ye Fan's voice was full of joy. Over the years, they mostly communicated only through the Source Ring. Although they could transmit messages, there was ultimately an unreachable distance between them.

Now, meeting each other again after thousands of years, the joy is simply indescribable.

"The fairy world is temporarily peaceful, and I felt something, so I came back to take a look."

Jiang Yun responded with a smile, which was filled with a bit of vicissitudes and emotion. (End of this chapter)