Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

Their eyes were fixed on the direction where Daozu Changhui disappeared, their eyes full of confusion and shock.

In their understanding, there are many powerful people in the universe, but only a handful of them can compete with Taoist Changhui. But now, such a mysterious figure suddenly appears out of nowhere. How can people not be shocked?
This world is truly full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and heroes are like carp crossing the river. There are always unknown strong men lurking in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to soar into the sky.

Taoist Changhui said nothing, his aura was dim and dull, like a falling star.

He took a deep look at the battlefield, his eyes containing unwillingness, anger and helplessness, and then his figure flashed, turned into a stream of light, and quickly returned to heaven.

Since then, he has returned to heaven and secluded himself.

Some speculated that he chose to live in seclusion and practice hard because he was ashamed of his defeat in the battle, trying to break through and avenge his previous shame.

Some people also said that he was secretly planning and looking for an opportunity to take revenge on the mysterious Taoist ancestor.

Before long, this thrilling battle spread like a gust of wind, quickly spreading to every corner of the sea sacrifice.

When everyone heard that someone had dared to snatch the altar fragments from the hands of Shangcang Daozu and escaped unscathed, they were so shocked that they were speechless.

What is even more incredible is that this person can compete with a strong man like Changhui Daozu with just his physical strength. This kind of terrifying strength has completely overturned everyone's cognition.

For a time, countless speculations were rampant. Some said that he was the reincarnation of a powerful being who had been sleeping in ancient times, while others said that he was a peerless powerful person hidden by a mysterious force.

But there was a consensus in everyone’s hearts—the mysterious Taoist ancestor should not be on the side of the dark creatures.

Otherwise, given the character of Taoist Changhui and God's attitude towards dark creatures, God will never give up and will do his utmost to hunt him down to the end.

But now God has not taken any action, which undoubtedly confirms this point from the side.

This piece of news, like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, caused a huge wave in the spiritual world.

Even such a powerful and mysterious Dao Ancestor showed up because of the altar fragments, which made more Dao Ancestors excited.

They all ended their retreats, walked out of their secluded places, and stepped into the ever-changing world.

Even without the threat of the strange clan, the competition over the altar fragments became more intense.

In order to obtain the fragment containing the shocking secret and to make further progress in this troubled time, various forces are fighting openly and secretly, and a new bloody storm is quietly brewing.

However, all this noise and dispute had nothing to do with Jiang Yun.

At this moment, he had already hidden himself in the vast heaven and earth, like a fallen leaf, blending into this vast world.

He quietly observed the changes in the world, thinking about his next plan in his mind, and waiting for the next opportunity to come.

And in some unknown corner, the aura left by the mysterious Taoist ancestor is lingering, as if silently telling us that behind this war, there are deeper secrets, waiting for those who are interested to explore and uncover them.

The noise and disputes have nothing to do with him.

Time is like a long river, flowing quietly for decades.

In that secret place on the road of reincarnation shrouded by chaotic energy, time seems to stand still, and only the ancient rhyme of Tao flows slowly in the void.

Jiang Yun sat cross-legged on a stone platform that exuded an ancient atmosphere, with a faint mist lingering around him, as if he had merged into this world.

Suddenly, he took a deep breath, and stood up like a sword drawn from its sheath.

His hair moved without wind, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

Recalling the thrilling battle that year, in order to completely conceal his identity, he forced himself not to use the power of the Great Dao, and did not dare to reveal his dark origin. He only relied on his physical strength to deal with the powerful enemy.

Although he managed to escape, he was not unscathed. He suffered some internal injuries and his flesh was infected by Dao Marks.

After that, he lived in seclusion here.

He continued to practice secret techniques, nourishing the damaged parts with his own energy and blood.

I don’t know how many days and nights it took before I completely recovered from my injuries.

But he knew in his heart that it was all worth it.

Although the battle was thrilling, it also allowed him to obtain the altar fragments he had longed for.

Jiang Yun slowly raised his hand, and in the palm of his hand, an ancient reincarnation order emitted a faint light.

He gently opened the Reincarnation Order, and streams of light shot out from it, transforming into densely packed words that floated in the air.

These are the messages that the Eight Paths of Reincarnation have conveyed to him during this period.

Today, under the oppression of various forces, the Eight Paths of Reincarnation have no choice but to remain silent and no longer dare to expand their power easily.

However, the order to collect information is still being faithfully carried out in all the heavens and worlds.

Nothing can replace the convenience of the Reincarnation Order. Even if the order is prohibited, there will always be people who use it secretly.

The Reincarnation Order is like eyes and ears spread all over the world, continuously transmitting all major events happening in the world to Jiang Yun.

"A mysterious Taoist master took away a fragment of the altar, and his identity cannot be found out..."

Jiang Yun read out the message softly, and suddenly laughed, with a hint of inexplicable meaning in his laughter.

He gently closed the Reincarnation Order, and the light gradually dimmed and disappeared in his palm.

Then, he slowly turned his head and looked ahead with sharp eyes.

Not far in front of him, two altar fragments were floating slowly.

The surface of these fragments is covered with ancient runes, and as the runes flash, a mysterious power flows through them.

Jiang Yun's eyes focused on the fragments, and he used all his eyesight to try to see every detail inside.

As he stared, an inexplicable feeling of dizziness surged over him like a tide, becoming increasingly stronger.

At the same time, a strange breath slowly emerged from the fragments. The breath was cold and gloomy, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying an evil will that wanted to parasitize on him.

"Hmph!" Jiang Yun snorted coldly, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

In an instant, the shadow of a millstone appeared in front of him.

This stone millstone exudes an ancient and heavy atmosphere, and its surface is engraved with mysterious lines, each of which contains the power to destroy the world.

After Guanhuang Tiandi practiced, this stone mill became much stronger.

The millstone turned slowly, crushing all the strange aura emanating from the fragments, turning them into powder and dissipating into the void.

"This altar fragment is indeed not simple."

Jiang Yun frowned and shook his head slowly.

Staring for so long made his eyes a little sore, but he did not retreat at all.

He tried many methods, either by mobilizing the power of heaven and earth or by activating the secret techniques in his body, trying to see the patterns in the fragments and comprehend the mystery contained therein.

However, in the end, he still gained nothing. He secretly sighed in his heart that it might not be difficult to borrow the power of the altar fragments, but it would be very difficult to comprehend it thoroughly and uncover the secrets hidden behind it.

Jiang Yun recalled the scenes of the battles with Daozu Guixu and Daozu Huasheng, and seemed to be lost in thought.

There are altar fragments in the body of Huasheng Daozu, and he used it to attract the black altar phantom. Jiang Yun originally thought that the phantom might be the magic weapon of the Weird Immortal Emperor.

However, unlike what he thought, the altar summoned by the Weird Immortal Emperor during the battle with the Desolate Emperor was still blood-red, not black.

Jiang Yun guessed that these altars might be related to the Ertu Plateau.

It could be a magic weapon used by a strange clan to offer sacrifices to a powerful Taoist priest, or it could be some kind of illusory shadow related to the source of the strangeness.

Jiang Yun stared at the fragments of the altar. The dark surface seemed to be surging with an endless abyss. Finally, he raised his hand again, with a faint Taoist rhyme condensed on his fingertips, and he restarted this exploration full of unknowns.

This time, he abandoned his obsession with trying to uncover the mystery of the fragments, and instead imitated the legendary astonishing method of the Taoist Ancestor. He tried to use the fragments as a guide to summon the phantom and use the mysterious power to refine his own Taoism.

His palms flew, and ancient and obscure seals flowed out from his palms, and each gesture carried a rhythm that transcended the world.

This seal was obtained by him from the gloomy place of Hades. Every time he performed it, it seemed as if countless wronged souls were whimpering in his ears.

At the same time, the blood in his body surged as he used a secret technique to push his strength to its peak. Every inch of his skin glowed with a strange red light, like a demon about to explode.

His mind was as tense as a string, and the energy around him was disordered. He would immediately withdraw if there was any slightest movement.

In an instant, endless dark aura burst out from his pores, enveloping him completely.

There was a smell of decay and decadence in the air, as if it came from the ancient abyss.

Even if a supreme being were to gaze upon this place, they would mistake him for one of their own kind, and think he was an evil spirit coming out of the depths of darkness.

Jiang Yun knew in his heart that the altar fragment was too mysterious, and might be related to some terrifying existences that could overturn the world, so there was no room for any mistakes.

However, the expected earth-shaking changes did not occur.

Only the altar's phantom showed some reaction, slowly floating up and down above his head. Part of the void corresponding to the fragments actually began to solidify, as if to tear open a crack leading to the unknown.

Jiang Yun stared at the area with a sharp gaze. Faintly, he saw half of a mysterious sacrificial talisman looming in it.

The sacrificial talisman was emitting a strange luster, and every time it flashed, it seemed to contain the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, but it was also obscure and difficult to understand. No matter how hard he concentrated, he could not see the full picture.

Just when he was about to use the Eye of Heaven that could see through everything, something strange happened!

A series of strange and whimpering sounds suddenly rang in his ears without warning. The sound seemed far away and near, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, and as if it was right in the depths of his heart.

The murmur sounded in his ears without warning. The sound seemed far away and near, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, and as if it was right in the depths of his heart.

At the same time, a chilling breath surged out from the deepest part of his body, and the chill ran up his spine all the way to the top of his head.

Just by staring at the incomplete rune for a moment, Jiang Yun felt an inexplicable force eroding his will.

A strong urge surged in his heart, and he wanted to bow down in the direction of the Ertu Plateau, as if the supreme ruler sat there and could turn him into ashes with just a thought.

Jiang Yun's pupils suddenly shrank, and the Taoist aura around him surged wildly, and the phantom of a millstone suddenly appeared behind him.

The millstone was ancient and weathered, with the patterns on it seeming like the sun and moon were rotating and the stars were hanging upside down, emitting a terrifying pressure that could suppress the heavens.

As the phantom appeared, he shook violently, the millstone turned loudly, and endless Dao patterns burst out, crushing all the strange auras around him, and a deafening roar broke out in the void, as if to tear the world apart.

However, even though the strange aura dissipated, an ominous feeling even stronger than the Nine Nether Abyss lingered in Jiang Yun's heart like a thorn in the flesh.

It felt like a pair of invisible hands were tightly grasping his heart, making him feel uneasy.

This ominous feeling lingered for a long time, and every second seemed like torture, as if foreshadowing that a catastrophe that could overturn the world was about to come.

Jiang Yun secretly felt fortunate that Emperor Huang Tian and others had gone against the public opinion and strictly prohibited the altar fragments from entering the heaven. They were truly far-sighted.

With the status of the ancestor of the Great Dao, if he were to comprehend this thing for a long time, he would probably not be able to escape the fate of degeneration and fall into the abyss from which there is no escape.

Over the years, the secret of Shi Yi's betrayal with the emperor has been spread from heaven, and all clues point to the mysterious altar fragments.

All problems were pushed onto this. Now, God's control over this thing has become increasingly strict, and people are on high alert in private, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Even Jiang Yun, the dark being, was affected. He dared not slack off any longer. He suppressed the turbulent waves in his heart, no longer looked at the incomplete rune, and even dared not look directly at the altar's phantom. He closed his eyes decisively.

In the darkness, his thoughts became more active, and many questions kept circling in his mind.

"This altar phantom may seem illusory, but it contains a terrifying force that can shake people's minds. It is definitely not as simple as it seems."

“Could it be connected to the source of all disasters, the afterimage on the real altar!?”

Light and darkness are opposites, what kind of existence is the other side of that mysterious power?
Jiang Yun's mind was in turmoil, with thousands of thoughts intertwined like a tangled mess, colliding wildly in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He murmured in a hoarse and rapid voice, as if he was arguing with an invisible existence, or questioning himself.

But no matter how he thought about it, in the end it was all illusions and he gained nothing. A deep sense of loss and unwillingness surged into his heart like a tide, making him feel melancholy.

His eyes flickered, and he suddenly thought of the mighty Emperor Huang Tian, ​​who was so powerful that he could perhaps communicate with him to unravel the many doubts in his heart.

However, the situation is now extremely treacherous and unpredictable. Emperor Huang Tian is at a critical juncture in his cultivation, guarding the desperate place where the strange Immortal Emperor fell.

Emperor Huang Tian was being watched more and more closely by the Plateau Ancestral Land and could not leave even a single step.

Even if there is a slight chance to meet Emperor Huang Tian, ​​contact at this time is tantamount to being on the edge of an abyss. If you are not careful, you will be doomed.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yun couldn't help but take a breath, and the fire of hope that had just ignited in his heart also dimmed and extinguished.

Jiang Yun suppressed the regret in his heart and turned his gaze back to the altar.

The shadow was hazy and mysterious, seemingly real and illusory, but without him noticing, it improved his strength dramatically.

He circulated his Taoist magic, and light shone brightly around him. His already powerful strength now became even more fierce and domineering. In a fight, this was undoubtedly a trump card with infinite power.

Are you sacrificing yourself?

Or on the Avenue of Sacrifice?
"I want more pieces!"

Jiang Yun's eyes were blazing as he spoke each word slowly, his voice filled with determination and desire.

He had a vague premonition that if he could collect all the scattered fragments of the altar, he might be able to piece together many complete strange runes.

And within this rune, there is a high possibility that the roots of this strange clan are hidden.

The sacrificial text is hard to come by, and this altar fragment is a shortcut.

Jiang Yun has decided to continue to act secretly and steal the altar fragments.

Even if it means another battle with the Dao Ancestor of Heaven, it is worth it. (End of this chapter)