Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

Their footsteps went deeper and deeper, and in an instant, it seemed as if an invisible giant hand from the beginning of chaos was violently stirring the universe.

Endless dust was stirred up wildly, flying all over the sky like a doomsday sandstorm.

The entire space seemed to be shrouded in a thick haze. The suffocating atmosphere of death and silence was like a dormant ancient ferocious beast, wantonly devouring all life.

Here is the bottom of the abyss at the end of the underworld.

Stepping into it is like traveling through time and space and entering an ancient battlefield that has been ruthlessly sealed by the years.

Although the wars and battles of the past have disappeared, the atmosphere of tragedy and desolation is like a brand, deeply embedded in every inch of space.

After a long time, the dust finally settled a little.

Jiang Yun suppressed the shock that was surging in his heart, and stared with his eyes as sharp as torches at the dust that was slowly floating up from the bottom of the abyss.

Seeing this, even though his mind was as firm as a towering mountain, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Every particle of dust flying all over the sky is actually a once complete world!

Countless worlds have shone brightly and given birth to countless lives over the long years.

But now, under the ruthless wheel of time, these worlds are like fragile glass, collapsing and shattering, and finally turning into insignificant dust, floating silently in the abyss, as if telling the world about the glory and destruction of the past.

Such a shocking and terrifying scene, like a heavy hammer, hit Jiang Yun's heart hard, making him truly feel the ruthlessness of time and the horror of power in this world.

At the same time, he felt even more curious and awed about this strange end of reincarnation - the Eighteen Abysses.

"How many sacrifices have there been since the creation of the world?"

Jiang Yun looked at the "dust" sinking into the endless abyss, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Daozu Ditian beside him, his eyes full of curiosity.

Upon hearing this, Ditian's body trembled slightly, as if this simple question had brought him back to the distant past.

He stood there in a daze, a ray of reminiscence flashing in his eyes, as if he saw those scenes that had long disappeared in the long river of time: "I can't remember clearly, our clan dominated the sea sacrifice and spent endless time..."

Ditian is not only the ancestor of Taoism, but also the second most important person in the underworld after the Lord. Over the long years, he has gone through countless sacrifices and witnessed the rise and fall of countless geniuses and heroes.

The endless time, like a tireless beast, devours everything mercilessly.

Daozu Ditian stood at the end of this long period of time, and his memories of the past had long become blurred, like stars shrouded in mist.

He had no idea how many sacrifices had slipped away from his fingertips.

What's more, before he joined the underworld, the underworld had already been ups and downs in the torrent of time for endless years. Its long history was like an unfathomable mysterious maze that made people discouraged.

How many long years has this world gone through since the first living being was born in chaos?

This question, like a heavy yoke, weighs on the heart of everyone who tries to find the truth.

Countless monks have spent their entire lives trying to uncover its mysterious veil.

“Perhaps, only the ancestors know the answer.”

Ditian's eyes were deep, as if he had crossed the boundaries of time and space, and he fell into deep thought.

"The most powerful Dao in the world is time. As the founder of Dao, I look across the long river of time. When I look back, I cannot see its starting point; when I look far ahead, I cannot find its end point."

After hearing Ditian's words, Jiang Yun was touched and couldn't help muttering to himself.

He had never expected to get a definite answer from Di Tian. His emotion was just a result of seeing the abyss.

At this moment, a cold female voice, like a meteor across the night sky, quietly entered Jiang Yun's ears: "Fellow Daoist, you seem to be practicing the way of the physical body, but I didn't expect that you also have a lot of insights into the way of time. When you have time, you can discuss it with me."

Jiang Yun could naturally tell that this was the message from Hou Ming Daozu.

In this dark abyss, in addition to the prestigious Xuanniao Dojo, Hou Ming Daozu is also a powerful force that cannot be ignored.

She has the closest relationship with Xuanniao in the underworld, and the way she practices is the mysterious way of time.

"Thank you, Hou Ming Daozu. I will definitely come to bother you in the future."

Jiang Yun responded with a smile on his face.

On the premise that they belong to the same clan, these Taoist ancestors who originated from the underworld are indeed easy to get along with.

However, Jiang Yun knew clearly that the premise of all this was that they were from the same clan.

Once his identity as a Daoist monk is exposed, what awaits him will surely be a tragic situation of being attacked by many people, just like a lone boat in a storm, which may be swallowed up by the raging waves at any time.

In the dark abyss of the underworld, Jiang Yun must be very careful. If he takes a wrong step, he may be doomed.

"It's best if you do this, fellow Daoist. In this abyss, besides fellow Daoist, Daoist Ancestor Hou Ming is also a frequent visitor here, and we will have to deal with each other in the future."

Ditian saw Jiang Yun talking to Hou Ming Daozu and making an agreement. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he looked like a good old man, and transmitted a message to Jiang Yun.

As the second most powerful person in the underworld, he naturally hopes that these Taoist ancestors can get along with each other in harmony. In this way, he will not have to worry too much about many trivial matters and can save a lot of energy.

Jiang Yun understood and nodded without comment.

The two then strode towards Xuanniao's dojo.

This endless abyss, viewed from the outside, is vast and boundless, as if it can accommodate the entire universe; but when one steps into it, one is shocked to find that the space inside is even more vast, like a boundless chaotic world with no end in sight.

All around, dust was flying wildly like a raging sandstorm.

Every speck of dust is actually a complete world that was once extremely glorious.

Jiang Yun's eyes were as sharp as torches as he traced the source of the dust. He was shocked to find that the area surrounding the abyss was not an ordinary cliff, but an unfathomable darkness and nothingness.

The darkness was like an invisible giant beast, emitting a heart-pounding aura, as if it could devour everything.

From the surrounding darkness, terrifying cracks appeared from time to time like hideous wounds.

In the cracks, dust fell like snowflakes. This place was like the legendary Guixu land, full of endless mystery and horror.

Through some cracks, Jiang Yun's eyes were as fast as lightning, and he vaguely saw a decaying world.

Those worlds were filled with a gloomy atmosphere. Even if there were still some living creatures, they were shrouded in a thick aura of death. In this dead atmosphere, the breath of life seemed so weak that it seemed as if it would be extinguished at any time.

These eighteen abysses in the underworld are by no means ordinary places. It is not only the final destination of all souls, but also the end of all worlds.

Abysses and rifts are intertwined, forming this mysterious and dangerous area.

The ancient underworld is beyond all other worlds and has existed long before the strange clan appeared.

Perhaps, it is a wonderful place that was created by the creation of all ages over a long period of time.

It is also because of this that the rules of heaven and earth here are extremely special, and only cultivators at the Daozu level can move freely here.

Even if the Immortal King descended, facing the bottom of the abyss where a piece of dust was a world, under the suppression of this strange and unpredictable rule, it would be difficult to move forward. Jiang Yun and Di Tian continued to go deeper along the winding and dangerous path in the abyss.

I don’t know how long I walked, but the scene ahead finally broke free from the eternal silence.

In an instant, a golden-red dojo appeared as if it had emerged from the beginning of chaos, dazzling and brilliant.

The immortal light is like thousands of sharp swords, piercing through the darkness, illuminating all directions, and is extremely brilliant.

This dojo rises and falls in the sky like a scorching sun that never sets, exuding a shocking atmosphere.

From afar, the Taoist temple was filled with the most bizarre substances in the world, with various great laws intertwined and emitting mysterious waves of reincarnation.

The essence of the Tao is like a surging river, flowing endlessly in the Taoist temple, nourishing every plant and tree here.

There are countless rare and precious medicinal herbs planted in the field, each of which exudes rich spiritual energy and overflows with precious light.

There are also strange lotus flowers swaying in the breeze, casting patches of light, like a fairyland in a dream.

Who could have imagined that in the lair of the dark creatures in the underworld, there existed such a sacred place!
Although the underworld is filled with darkness, the heavens and all worlds are ultimately dominated by the Tao. Darkness is nothing more than an invader that attempts to subvert order.

Even those dark Taoist ancestors have a desire for immortal glory and auspicious light deep in their hearts.

These sacred auras are not incompatible with them. On the contrary, they also play an important role in them.

They can even transform substances containing the power of the Great Dao into dark aura through mysterious sacrificial texts, and this transformed power is even more effective for their cultivation.

"This is the Xuanniao's dojo. Since you have inherited the Dao Flame of the Dao Source, you are naturally qualified to be the master here."

Ditian's voice came slowly, his eyes fixed on the dojo in front of him.

"I won't leave for now. Let's talk again another day." Having said that, Ditian stopped.

Ahead, a powerful formation was like a dormant beast, emitting a frightening aura, blocking their way.

This formation was carefully planned and arranged by Emperor Xuan over many years, and its power is unparalleled.

If one wants to open it by force, several Dao Ancestors must work together.

It is also because of this that even though the whereabouts of the Xuanniao is now unknown, this Taoist temple is still safe and sound, and no one can easily steal the treasures within.

As soon as Di Tian finished speaking, a cold gaze shot over from behind.

Hou Ming Daozu also looked over for some reason, paying attention to every move here.

The gazes of the two men were like two invisible shackles, tightly locked on Jiang Yun. They were secretly observing his every move, trying to find out something about Emperor Xuan from his reaction.

They both knew that since Jiang Yun said that it was Emperor Xuan who gave the order personally, then whether he could open the formation of the Taoist temple would undoubtedly become a touchstone to verify the truthfulness of his words.

If he really obtained the inheritance of Emperor Xuan and could successfully open the Taoist temple, it would be enough to prove that everything he said before was true.

On the contrary, considering that they all belong to the same clan, Ditian and Houming would not deliberately do anything to Jiang Yun. At most, they would move him to another abyss to hibernate and be more wary of him in the future.

"Okay, then I'll go in first."

"This dojo has been eroded by the years and really needs some rest and repair. I hope Fellow Daoist Ditian will come again when the time comes."

Jiang Yun looked calm and didn't care at all about the scrutiny from Ditian and Hou Ming.

After all, the method of opening the Xuanniao Dojo had already been deeply engraved in his memory.

On the other side of the boundary sea, Jiang Yun and Xuanniao once swore an oath together towards their ancestral land.

At that time, Xuanniao told Jiang Yun all his secrets without reservation.

Xuanniao was fully expecting Jiang Yun to quickly improve his strength, wait for the sword light that bound her to dissipate, and rescue her from the predicament.

In Xuanniao's view, as long as he can regain his freedom, what do all those rare treasures in the Taoist temple matter?
For strong people of their level, all material possessions can be discarded. Only their own cultivation and enlightenment are the fundamentals that must not be shown to others easily and must be carefully protected.

As for Xuanniao, because he was trapped, he even gave away his own scriptures. There was no need to hide these things at all.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, the heaven and earth seemed to be violently shaken by an invisible giant hand, making a deafening buzzing sound.

Jiang Yun activated the flame of reincarnation in his body and drew the power of heaven and earth according to the method of condensation.

In a flash, endless strange matter seemed to be summoned and gathered here like a surging tide.

This sudden scene startled Jiang Yun.

The faint humming sound in the abyss was not only clearly perceived by Jiang Yun, but also by Di Tian and Hou Ming.

The two's originally tense expressions relaxed instantly, and they looked at each other, with a hint of understanding in their eyes.

Looking back to the past, when the black bird opened the Taoist temple, the scene was also like this, with heaven and earth moving strangely and matter gathering.

"The source of fire here is so strong!"

As soon as Jiang Yun stepped into the abyss at the end of the underworld, he keenly noticed that the concentration of the strange substance here was far greater than that in the outside world.

Compared with this, the cycle of reincarnation in the outside world is like the difference between a trickle and the vast ocean.

He secretly marveled in his heart that this place was definitely not an ordinary place and must be hiding a mystery.

But his face remained calm, and the other cultivators were unaware of this strange substance. He continued to calmly practice the method taught by Xuanniao to open the Taoist temple.

As Jiang Yun quickly formed seals with his hands, the tremendous power in his body erupted like a raging volcano.

I saw a ball of strange and brilliant flame condensed in his hand in an instant, which was the perfect fusion of the Flame of Samsara and the Nine-Colored Divine Flame.

The two flames intertwined, colliding to produce brilliant sparks and emitting a heart-pounding breath.

In an instant, the huge formation in front, which looked like an ancient behemoth, began to fluctuate violently.

The originally indestructible formation gradually melted under the impact of this force, like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun, and no longer posed any obstacle to Jiang Yun.

Seeing this scene, Ditian and Hou Ming finally put their minds at ease.

What this Daoyuan Daozu said was true, he was really trained by the Xuan Emperor.

Moreover, he entered the quasi-emperor level with the secret realm method of Heaven, and walked his own path. The condensed flame of reincarnation became more vigorous, which was truly beyond the master.

The two of them were completely relieved. It seemed that not only was there one more Dao Ancestor, but there was also a chance that Emperor Xuan would be saved in the future. (End of this chapter)