Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

After saying all this, Jiang Yun's eyes shone as he looked into the depths of darkness, his tone solemn: "The great sacrifice of our Weird Clan is probably not far away. You two should also prepare early. It will be an unprecedented catastrophe, but also an opportunity."

As he spoke, the void trembled, and a vague ominous aura filled the air.

Shi Yi's pupils suddenly burst into a thousand-foot-high light, and the murderous intent swept over like a substance: "I understand. This is a good opportunity to test the power of our Dao Ancestor."

The shadow of the World Tree around the emperor swayed wildly, and thousands of runes intertwined into a battle formation, full of fighting spirit: "I couldn't ask for more!"

After explaining all the matters to the two of them, Jiang Yun did not stop. His figure flashed like a ghost, and he tore through the void and went towards the Xuanniao Dojo where Hou Ming was again.

The time for our ten thousand year long practice has come. In this chaotic world where time counts, such matters cannot be delayed even a little bit.

The relationship between him and Hou Ming quietly underwent a subtle chemical reaction as they practiced together time and time again.

Initially, the two were just a community of interests that each got what they wanted. When they practiced together, although they were attracted by the Great Dao, they were full of caution and temptation towards each other.

But now, the passage of time has long worn away the original edges and corners, and because of the attraction of the natural way, it has been replaced by an indescribable tacit understanding and trust.

Jiang Yun would occasionally ponder in between his practice: If one day, the hidden dangers in Hou Ming's body were completely resolved, what would happen to this relationship between them that was bound together by their being "fellow practitioners"?
Should we go our separate ways, or... But such a thought was just a fleeting glimpse and was immediately forgotten by him.

Right now, improving our strength and coping with the impending catastrophe is the top priority.

Also see if you can make her your own.

At the bottom of the abyss, the black fog was still surging like a galloping horse, and the thick dark aura almost condensed into substance.

As soon as Jiang Yun's breath touched the edge of the abyss, Hou Ming sensed it.

This time, before Jiang Yun could speak, Hou Ming's voice came out like the sound of a zither from the Netherworld, "Let's get started."

Before he finished speaking, two completely different forces collided with each other.

The flames of reincarnation around Jiang Yun transformed into a giant golden dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws; while Hou Ming's hellfire transformed into a pitch-black phoenix, flapping its wings as if ready to fly.

One gold and one black, one hard and one soft, they are intertwined and entangled in the abyss, like a yin and yang Tai Chi diagram, interpreting the ultimate truth of the Tao.

This time, Jiang Yun keenly noticed that the hellfire in Hou Ming's body was much tamer than before.

Once upon a time, the flame was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, violent and unbridled, and it could explode completely at any time and burn Hou Ming's origin to ashes.

But now, he is like a tamed beast. Although he still exudes a dangerous aura, there is a soft light in his eyes that can be communicated with.

The fusion of the flame of reincarnation and the fire of hell is accompanied by violent collisions and rebirth at the level of laws every moment.

The golden fire of reincarnation moistens the earth like spring rain, gently brushing over the original veins that have been scorched and twisted by the burning of hell's fire, bringing them new life.

The pitch-black hellfire was like a harsh blacksmith. With its extremely yin and cold characteristics, it constantly tempered Jiang Yun's reincarnation flame, making the already gentle flame even more domineering and profound, as if the power of thunder was hidden in the spring breeze and rain.

Time passes quietly in the entanglement of two extreme forces, and thousands of years are nothing but quicksand on the fingertips.

As the flames of reincarnation and the fire of hell slowly separated, the breath in the abyss suddenly stagnated.

The faint blue light surrounding Hou Ming's body dimmed significantly, like a candle flame that was about to go out. The destructive aura that usually permeated the air and seemed to turn everything into dust also dulled its edge, like a ferocious beast locked in a cage.

Jiang Yun and Hou Ming opened their eyes at the same time, and the moment their eyes met, they actually saw a hint of imperceptible approval and recognition in each other's eyes.

The blood color on her pale face, which seemed to be forgotten by time, was even clearer than when the last practice ended, as if a faint but stubborn red plum blossom had bloomed on the eternal glacier.

"The two flames are constantly blending together, and it seems that there are new changes."

Hou Ming slightly avoided Jiang Yun's scorching gaze, and the mark of hellfire deep in his eyes was no longer pure black.

A very faint golden light was faintly visible in it, like the twinkling stars in the dark night, which was the trace of being stained by the flame of reincarnation.

This subtle change was like the mark of a dialogue between two great ways left in her eyes.

Jiang Yun nodded slightly, with the aura of Tao flowing around him but he didn't say much.

For him, every time he meets with fellow practitioners, it is a feast of the Great Dao.

In the process of helping Hou Ming sort out the hidden dangers in his body, his path of reincarnation and the path of hellfire collided, confirmed, and blended with each other.

The power of annihilation and freezing everything contained in the hellfire is like a precise chisel, constantly carving his reincarnation system, filling in the gaps and giving it new meaning.

And through these repeated tempering and enlightenment, his Dao source bloodline was also quietly transforming, and was steadily moving towards the goal of 2.6 million Daos. Each bloodline rune was becoming more and more condensed, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.

"Without you, I don't know how long I can hold on."

Hou Ming's voice was like eternal ice that suddenly thawed, and it became unusually soft.

These cold words contained her most sincere gratitude to Jiang Yun, and also revealed the hardships she had gone through fighting the hidden dangers in her body alone over the years.

Jiang Yun stood up upon hearing this, and the flames of the Samsara Dao around him slowly flowed into his body like a tide. He smiled softly and said, "We complement each other, and neither of us can be without the other."

On this dark path of cultivation, they have long become each other's indispensable helpers.

Hou Ming did not respond, but just looked at Jiang Yun deeply, the emotions contained in his eyes were complex and difficult to discern.

Afterwards, she closed her eyes again, and the hellfire around her condensed again, and she began to quietly digest the results of this practice.

She could clearly sense that the Hellfire Law that had been raging in her body for a long time was being "corrected" at a slow but steady pace.

The troubles that she once thought would require 138 practices to get rid of, now seemed to have the possibility of ending early in her mind.

Perhaps, with Jiang Yun's help, the time for her to break free from this hidden danger that is like a maggot in her bones will come sooner than expected.

And this hope is like a bright light, illuminating her way forward in the darkness.

The next time we will practice together will be ten thousand years later.

Jiang Yun left the Xuanniao Dojo and returned to his own palace, then entered the dark origin world. He stood in the void, his spiritual consciousness spreading like a raging storm.

In an instant, the reincarnation orders throughout the heavens and all realms trembled, and countless pieces of information, like a surging tide, crossed the boundaries of time and space and swarmed towards him.

During this period of time, the universe is still in turmoil, like a volcano about to erupt, with endless crises hidden beneath the calm surface.

The strange clan's small movements became more and more frequent. They were like poisonous snakes lurking in the darkness. Although they did not launch large-scale sacrifices, the suffocating feeling of oppression was like a thick dark cloud, covering the hearts of every living being.

In remote corners of the heavens, bad news keeps coming.

The worlds that were once full of life have now become purgatory where strange creatures are rampant. The blood-washed worlds are full of ruins and broken walls, and the wailing of creatures seems to still echo in the void. The scene is horrible.

The strange clan acted in this way only to force some Taoist ancestors who controlled the altar fragments to show up. Their greed was like a huge net that was quietly spreading to the entire world.

In this mysterious place of the underworld, with the addition of the two newly promoted Daoists, Shi Yi and Tianzi, the momentum of the Eight Paths of Reincarnation has reached an unprecedented height.

After the news spread, countless geniuses came here like moths to a flame, eager to find a chance to achieve enlightenment in this darkness.

There are many talented people among them. Their strength is even stronger than the Black Turtle and Candle Dragon guarding the Eight Paths of Reincarnation, and is not much different from Shi Yi and the Emperor.

In the eyes of everyone, given time, the Eight Paths of Reincarnation might really give birth to a few more Dao Ancestors, further rewriting the power structure of the underworld.

The rise of the Eight Paths of Reincarnation also attracted the attention of the veteran powerful men in the underworld.

Even the existence like the Taoist Ancestor of the Underworld, who stood at the top of the dark world, looked at Jiang Yun with a bit more scrutiny and attention.

The eight realms of reincarnation should not be underestimated.

Daozu Ditian made no secret of his intention to show goodwill, and every now and then he sent envoys carrying rare treasures to the Eight Paths of Reincarnation.

Some of those treasures can temper the soul, and some can nourish the foundation of Taoism. They are all rare treasures in the world.

Daozu Ditian was so attentive, and the intention behind it was self-evident—he was not only trying to make friends with Jiang Yun, but also trying to win over the Eight Paths of Reincarnation.

Jiang Yun stood in the void, quietly receiving this information, his expression as calm as water.

But deep in his eyes, there was a gleam of light as sharp as an eagle's.

The strange clan's small actions are just the prelude to the storm, and the greater crisis is yet to come.

Although the rise of the Eight Paths of Reincarnation brought opportunities, it also made him the target of public criticism.

However, to him, these are all tests on the path of cultivation.

However, there are still some places where the Reincarnation Order cannot provide information.

"Zhulong, Bull Demon."

Jiang Yun's voice was like the sound of a huge bell, resounding in the dark Daoyuan world. Wherever the sound waves passed, ripples appeared in the void, as if a huge rock was thrown into the water.

Two figures flashed like ghosts, the body of the Candle Dragon was wrapped in red flames, the dragon head was raised high, and ancient runes flowed between its scales.
The Bull Demon’s body was as big as a mountain, his horns were ferocious, and there was dark green devilish fire dancing in his eyes.

The two of them bowed together and said in a voice as loud as a bell: "What do you want, Taoist Master?"

"Are there any unusual movements outside the underworld?"

Jiang Yun stood with his hands behind his back, the flames of reincarnation surging at the corners of his robe, like golden lotus flowers blooming one after another.

Zhulong opened and closed his eyes, a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Reporting to Daozu, Soul River has been a little restless recently. Kong Zun seems to be secretly contacting some independent Daozu to enter Soul River.

In addition, the Four Extremes Floating Earth and the Emperor's Burial Pit were still dead silent, with no news coming out."

There was a hint of vigilance in his voice, and it was obvious that he was keeping an eye on the unusual movements of the Soul River, as this was the enemy of his own Taoist ancestor.

Jiang Yun tapped his palm with his fingertips, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

These unusual movements were all within his expectations - Kong Zun and he had an old grudge. The battle at the Jihai Lake that year, in which he suppressed Guidu Daozu, was still a thorn in the other's heart.

Now that the Eight Paths of Reincarnation have added two Dao Ancestors and their influence is at its peak, how could Kong Zun be willing to sit idly by?
As for the silence of the Four Poles Floating Earth and the Emperor of Heaven's Burial Pit, it is quite normal and in line with the styles of these two places of origin.

As far as he knew, when new Taoist ancestors were born in these two places, they were never beckoned to, but instead crawled out of dirty pits or loose soil on their own, which was very strange.

"Daozu, there is no change in the heavens. Everything is still as usual."

The Bull Demon said in a muffled voice.

Jiang Yun nodded. After all, he was the ancestor of the strange clan. He monitored so many places, and he had to monitor the heavens as well. He had to show some respect.

The remaining emperors of heaven are lurking in the abyss, hiding in the dark and accumulating strength, waiting for the moment when Emperor Huangtian breaks through the sacrificial path and enters the ancestral land of the plateau for a final fight.

"Keep a close eye on Soul River's movements."

Jiang Yun's tone suddenly became cold and solemn, and the aura of Taoism around him spread like a tide, "If Kong Zun has any substantive actions, report them immediately. As for the Heaven..."

He paused, and looked towards the Forsaken Land, which was once the front line of the battle between Heaven and darkness. "Don't worry about it for now."

"I'll wait to understand."

Zhulong and Niu Mo responded in unison, and the aura around them exploded.

Jiang Yun's gaze was like a beam of golden light that penetrated the darkness, slowly flowing over Zhulong and Niu Mo.

The flames of the Dao of Samsara around him flickered, as if absorbing and spitting out the Dao of Heaven and Earth, and as if examining the two capable men in front of him: "You must continue to work hard. If there is a chance in the future, I will help you break the shackles."

Although the words were light, they were like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the two people.

Zhulong's pupils widened, Niu Mo's breathing became rapid, and the two looked at each other, their eyes filled with ecstasy and gratitude.

They knelt on their knees with a "thump", and the aura around them surged violently: "We will live up to Daozu's expectations and be loyal to him forever!"

The sound was like rolling thunder, echoing in the dark Daoyuan world for a long time.

The story of Shi Yi and Tianzi, the two newly promoted Dao ancestors, who successfully broke through the Eight Paths of Reincarnation, had already spread throughout the heavens. At this moment, the promise made by Jiang Yun, because of the brilliant achievements of their predecessors, had soared in value and was even more convincing than what the Immortal Emperor said in person.

"Very good." Jiang Yun nodded slightly, and the reincarnation rune was faintly visible between his robe sleeves.

"Our clan's grand festival is getting closer, but the four sources are not united. The forces of all parties are surging undercurrents, and conspiracies and plots are intertwined. You two must grasp the struggle of the heavens as soon as possible. There will be many opportunities for you to show your abilities in the future."

His voice was low and majestic, and every word carried an irresistible power, as if he was outlining a magnificent picture of battle.

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yun was not just talking nonsense. A bright light appeared on his fingertips, and two balls of blood sparkling with brilliant light slowly emerged.

The blood flowed in the void as if it had life, and ancient runes and the laws of the universe could be vaguely seen intertwined inside.

"Here I have some Supreme Emperor Blood extracted from the origin of the Dao Ancestor Guidu. Although it is not much, it should be of great benefit to your improvement of your understanding of the Dao." (End of this chapter)