Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

Inside the bronze coffin of three generations, the runes of the Great Dao and the aura of chaos are intertwined like a web. The conversation between Jiang Yun and Willow God begins in this small world isolated from time and space.

In the communication between the two, one held the key to breaking the impasse but lacked a global perspective, while the other saw the fog but found it difficult to find a way to break it. This complementarity actually brought a glimmer of hope to many problems that have plagued people for ages, and both sides gained a lot.

As the last sentence came to an end, the atmosphere in the bronze coffin returned to calm, and this meeting, which was related to the fate of the heavens and all worlds and had a far-reaching layout, finally came to an end.

The willow branches around the Willow Goddess trembled slightly, and brilliant divine light flowed from her body like a pouring river of stars.

She raised her hand and waved it. The Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin made a buzzing sound. Nine lifelike dragons raised their heads and roared, as if they were about to break through the void. "The Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin is given to you. You can use it to return to the Sea of ​​​​Boundary at any time."

Her voice was cold, but contained concern, and every word seemed to be engraved into the laws of time and space.

Before he finished speaking, the aura around Willow God suddenly rose, and a trace of the pressure of the Immortal Emperor was looming. The entire copper coffin was slightly trembling under this power: "Also, after I become the Immortal Emperor, this sword light may disappear at any time. You haven't finished dealing with the affairs of the Realm Sea yet, so you must seize the time."

Once he enters the realm of Immortal Emperor, Shi Hao will have other plans. He will withdraw all his strength and devote himself to breaking through. The sword light that obscures the two worlds will also be difficult to maintain for long.

After saying this, the figure of the Willow God disappeared like smoke, leaving only the faint fragrance of willow wood in the room.

Although she had high hopes for Jiang Yun, she understood more clearly that the ancestors on the plateau were extremely powerful. They were like eternal giants lurking in the darkness, and the slightest carelessness could bring about a catastrophic disaster.

Even though the Three Lifetimes Bronze Coffin could block out the secrets of heaven, we could not afford to be careless at all. Reducing all possibilities of exposure was the top priority.

After Willow God left, Jiang Yun stood in the bronze coffin and slowly turned to look in the direction of the boundary sea.

His eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if he could see through layers of time and space and see the hidden crises and opportunities on the other side of the sea boundary.

After a long while, he sighed and shook his head slightly: "Wait a moment, safety is the top priority."

Emperor Huang Tian had already used his great magical powers to erase many traces of the sea boundary for him.

In the fairy world, although the source ring is circulating, the long river of time has gradually buried the two names "Daoyuan" and "Jiang Yun".

In addition, since his birth, Jiang Yun has been known as the "Resurrection of the Immortal King of Six Paths of Reincarnation". Due to many secret operations, it has been difficult for the world to understand the true identity of this mysterious Immortal King.

This layer of fog has now become a barrier for him to survive.

In the tens of thousands of years that have passed, the name "Daoyuan" that Jiang Yun left in the fairyland has long been dulled by the wind and sand of time. Instead, the legend of the "Six Paths of Reincarnation Immortal King" is still surging in the undercurrent of the heavens and myriad worlds.

The fog that Emperor Huang Tian had cast back then not only did not dissipate with the passage of time, but instead became more mellow like aged wine - even the True Immortals and Immortal Kings in the Immortal Alliance who had witnessed his rise firsthand, now couldn't help but get lost in the folds of memory when they recalled the past.

Some people say that in the past, there were three immortal kings with extraordinary talents: one controlled the six paths of reincarnation, one used the source of Tao to prove the Tao, and the other held the source ring to stir up chaos.

These confusing rumors, like layers of barriers, conceal Jiang Yun's true identity.

Over forty thousand years, mortals and weak cultivators have replaced countless generations, and only cultivators above the Supreme True Immortal have any memories.

What's more, many people have only heard about it, and not many have experienced it personally.

The Daoyuan force he created had long since retired, like a seed buried deep underground, quietly nurturing new power in the dark with his will.

After gaining insight into the fairyland over the years, Jiang Yun finally stood up and stepped out of the bronze coffin of three lives.

As he raised his hand, the Order of Reincarnation turned into thousands of light spots, engraving new coordinates on the inner wall of the bronze coffin - that was the secret node connecting the Road of Reincarnation and the Sea of ​​Boundary.

After doing all this, he gently stroked the coffin, and the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin made a low roar and came to the edge of the sword light.

In an instant, the dim light of the Reincarnation Order enveloped his entire body, and Jiang Yun's figure dissipated like smoke. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in the dojo of the Eight Paths of Reincarnation on the Reincarnation Road.

This is still the ancient stone bridge, with the water of the Forgotten River flowing under the bridge, reflecting the rise and fall, glory and disgrace of the heavens and myriad worlds.

He stood with his hands behind his back, allowing the flames of reincarnation to flow around his body. Each flame carried new patterns of laws, silently accumulating strength, and continued to patrol the path of reincarnation as if nothing had happened.

Another thousand years passed like a flash.

Above the heavens, Daozu-level wars still broke out frequently, and the sky of the sea boundary was dyed red with blood. Although the strange aura did not trigger a large-scale sacrifice, it was no longer concealed.

However, the path of reincarnation has remained untouched in this chaotic world and has become a pure land.

Jiang Yunduan sat in the Daoyuan Samsara Hall, with the Dao flame transformed into a Dharma image hanging high in the sky. Every time a flame fell, even the Dao Ancestor would have a headache.

Daoyuan sits in charge of the path of reincarnation, and the name of Daoyan of Samsara has spread throughout the heavens.

It’s just that God has been relatively peaceful in the past few thousand years.

Since parting with Willow God, no news has come from Heaven.

The plan of finding strong people to join the reincarnation cannot be rushed. If people like Shi Yi and Tianzi suddenly rebel and join the underworld, it will definitely arouse the suspicion of the strange tribe.

Only by finding a legitimate opportunity to make these geniuses step into the darkness "involuntarily" can we avoid hidden dangers.

His reincarnation order spread to all the heavens and worlds. In some places, wars were still raging, the sword light in the sea of ​​​​boundaries was still bright, and the grand sacrifice of the strange tribe was still brewing in the dark.

The present calm is but the calm before the storm.

He closed his eyes, and the figure of God Willow in white clothes as white as snow and the back of Emperor Huang Tian, ​​who was arbitrary and decisive, appeared in his mind.

"Wait a little longer," Jiang Yun murmured to himself.

On this day, Jiang Yun stood on the top of the Samsara Hall, overlooking the billowing smoke and dust of the eight reincarnations. With a flick of his fingertips, the Samsara Order turned into a stream of light and fell into Zhulong's hands.

His voice was like a bell, resounding between heaven and earth: "If there is any major event, immediately inform this deity through the Samsara Order."

As he spoke, a sense of majesty that came from controlling the universe emanated from him. Zhulong and other Lords of Samsara all knelt on one knee, their eyes filled with awe.

The plan was set, and Jiang Yun was no longer willing to waste his time on the trivial matters of reincarnation.

During this period of time, he used the flame of reincarnation to sweep away the enemies coming from all directions. Anyone who dared to invade the path of reincarnation was refined into powder by the brilliant flame.

Under the awe of such divine power, no one in the heavens and myriad worlds dared to underestimate this pure land anymore, and the reincarnation path finally ushered in the long-lost peace.

Counting the time, the deadline for practicing with Hou Ming is almost here.

Jiang Yun tore through the void with a flick of his sleeve, and his figure disappeared at the end of the reincarnation path.

Being a fellow practitioner for ten thousand years is a great opportunity for Jiang Yun.

Especially when the flame of reincarnation and Hou Ming's Hellfire Law intertwined in his body, he felt that every inch of his skin was roaring, and thousands of great laws of the road poured into his sea of ​​consciousness like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea.

The tremendous force washed over his body, causing his bones and blood to glow with a translucent luster, as if it contained the chaotic rhyme of the beginning of the universe.

The tacit understanding and complementary cultivation not only made their cultivation advance by leaps and bounds, but also made them understand each other's laws more deeply, which can be called a win-win situation. Jiang Yun tore through the void and returned to the source of the underworld. What he saw was that the eighteen abysses were like giant beasts that had been dormant for eternity, opening their dark mouths as if to devour everything in the world.

Amid the flickering light at the bottom of the abyss and the flying dust, one can vaguely see the broken boundary walls, the incomplete city of God, and the withered branches of the world tree. Those are the remains after the demise of the worlds, quietly telling the vicissitudes of time.

Different from the sacrificial sea with treacherous waves and filled with strange fights, this place is filled with an atmosphere of death, as if it is the final chapter of the withering of all things in the cycle of nature.

As soon as he landed, Jiang Yun keenly sensed the chaotic atmosphere in the underworld.

The divine consciousness spread out like a tide, and several unfamiliar auras of the Dao ancestors appeared and disappeared, intertwining in this dark place.

Although he was in another place during these years, he knew through the occasional induction from the Reincarnation Order that many Dao Ancestors had returned here to rest.

The flames of war in the Forsaken Land gradually died down, but the wars in all the heavens and worlds were still raging.

However, the source of the underworld has some weight after all, and the Taoist ancestors of the heavens dare not barge in recklessly.

In this undercurrent situation, the Dao Ancestors migrated like migratory birds, returning wounded in batches to recuperate in the gloomy underworld palace.

After his injuries were healed, he rushed to the battlefield without stopping, just to fight for the altar fragments that contained endless mysteries.

Jiang Yun had personally experienced the mystery of the altar fragments. The power contained in them could help cultivators increase their combat power and comprehend the great Dao. A sufficient number could even bring about a doubling of the improvement.

Whenever he thought of this, his heart would be moved, especially since his Reincarnation Order had already spread throughout the heavens and contained the coordinates of many Dao Ancestors. If he wanted to snatch it, there would be many opportunities.

However, Jiang Yun had his own considerations.

On the surface, he is a member of the dark clan, but secretly he fights side by side with the great Dao ancestors.

If we rashly attack Heaven or the Taoist Ancestor of Heaven, it would be against our conscience.

In this chaotic world shrouded in darkness, many great Dao ancestors would rather die than surrender, using themselves as shields to protect the world. Jiang Yun saw their blood and sacrifice and respected them in his heart. How could he bring himself to do that to them?

Although the Daozu of the dark camp do not have much in common with each other, a rash snatch will inevitably arouse the suspicion of the dark tribe, and may even lead to a collective attack, putting him in an irretrievable situation.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yun sighed lightly and put the noise and disputes of the outside world behind him.

After all, the altar fragments are external possessions. Even if you get more, they are not as stable as the improvement of your own strength.

At that moment, he took out a piece of altar fragment that he had treasured for a long time, and stroked the obscure runes on it with his fingertips, with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes.

As for the remaining fragments, he decided to wait and see and not rush.

After all, the competition in the world is now the most intense. If you act rashly, you may end up hurting yourself.

When the sacrificial spirit dies, there will be no such concerns.

After all, God Willow said that the real core of the altar was hidden by Emperor Huang Tian, ​​and the Weird Clan could not recast it.

At least this sacrifice is impossible and there is no need to rush.

Here, Jiang Yun stepped into the source of the underworld. Before he returned to the abyss where he was, a cold voice came like a poisonous snake, silently drilling into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Daoyuan Daozu, are you willing to join me? I know the locations of the two Daozus. They hold at least two altar fragments. We will split the two in half. If there are three, I will take two. How do you think?"

The voice was wrapped in a gloomy pressure, as if it came from the depths of the underworld, and every word was filled with temptation and calculation.

Jiang Yun's expression was slightly stern, and the Taoist patterns on his body instantly flowed, like a series of defensive barriers.

His gaze was as fast as lightning, locked onto one of the abysses - there was black fog swirling, as if a pair of invisible eyes were spying on it.

The divine consciousness surged like a tide, and in a moment the identity of the messenger was confirmed.

It turns out that this person is Huangquan Mingmu, a female Taoist ancestor who is famous among the strange tribes.

Memories came flooding back like a tide. Jiang Yun had once met her in some corner of the universe.

At that time, she appeared as an old woman with gray hair, and her face full of wrinkles seemed to hide the vicissitudes of endless years.

However, beneath the surface, her true form is said to be similar to a jellyfish, huge and boundless. Once she moves, she is like the underworld rolling back. Wherever she passes, space collapses and infects the heavens.

What's even more frightening is that she is an alien species born in the sea sacrifice. In that mysterious and unpredictable sea, she is invincible. Even the former underworld can only return empty-handed when facing her in the sea sacrifice.

Of course, the Underworld now blessed by the altar is completely different. It can face Willow God head-on. It is no match for Huangquan Hades.

"This means my strength has been recognized. Has anyone initiated a team formation request?"

Jiang Yun pondered secretly in his heart, frowned slightly, and his expression was full of confusion.

The temptation of the altar fragments was enormous, but he had already made up his mind, so how could he change his plan for a momentary gain?

After a moment's silence, Jiang Yun said in a cold voice, each word as hard as iron: "This is not my ambition. I plan to practice peacefully in this era."

After he finished speaking, the flames of reincarnation around him suddenly lit up, and his figure turned into a stream of light, sinking into the abyss where he and Hou Ming were.

Deep in the abyss where the Yellow Springs Mother of the Underworld was hiding, the old woman heard this and was so angry that she trembled all over. Her hair moved without wind and her eyes were full of disbelief.

This Daoyuan had only been in the underworld for tens of thousands of years. He had already suppressed two Dao ancestors and fought with more than a dozen Dao ancestors. He told her that he wanted to practice in peace.

Just outrageous!
This excuse is too casual.

She secretly complained in her heart, thinking of the Blood River Taoist Ancestor, who was the true example of peaceful cultivation - after being taught a lesson, he remained silent and never caused any waves again.

"Could it be that two are too few to seduce him?"

"Or has he never touched the fragments before? I wonder if we can use them to comprehend the sacrificial text?"

Jiang Yun naturally didn't know the dissatisfaction in Huangquan Mingmu's heart. Even if he knew, he would just laugh it off.

In this world shrouded in darkness, he has his own persistence and plans, so how could he be shaken by the opinions of others?
At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in the Xuanniao Dojo in the abyss, with the flames of reincarnation flowing around him, as if he was in a vast river of fire.

His mind had long been immersed in the understanding of the great Dao. The world was on his side, so there was no need to rush.

As soon as Jiang Yun returned, Hou Ming felt his presence.

Ten thousand years have come, it is time to gather our strength and practice together. (End of this chapter)