Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

When he first entered the underworld, Jiang Yun was like a chess player hidden in the darkness, quietly making his moves.

Guided by the way of reincarnation, he created eight reincarnations and scattered reincarnation orders engraved with mysterious runes to various places in the sacrificial sea like seeds.

Who would have thought that this seemingly ordinary action would give rise to such a shocking force over tens of thousands of years.

Those "seeds" that were planted, after years of being watered, have long since grown into towering trees that block out the sky.

Countless reincarnations seemed to have life, transforming into countless pairs of eyes hidden in the void, keenly capturing every movement of the sea sacrifice.

Even in the days when the Eight Paths of Reincarnation fell silent along with the strange clan, these reincarnation orders still faithfully fulfilled their mission, like a light that never went out, illuminating this chaotic world for Jiang Yun.

"Another altar fragment has been found, and there are several plausible pieces of information."

Jiang Yun whispered softly, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes, as if a dormant beast had smelled the scent of prey.

He slowly stood up from the void, the flame of reincarnation flowing around his body, outlining a mysterious trajectory in the darkness.

Among the weird clan, exploring the altar fragments is an extremely mysterious method. Only a few source leaders such as Mingyu and Kong Zun can get a glimpse of the mystery.

They can use strange secret methods to sense the faint traces of the fragments, making it impossible for those Taoists who try to hide the fragments to escape.

Although Jiang Yun is the Taoist ancestor of a strange clan, he has not yet been taught such a profound secret technique. Once the Taoist ancestor who obtained the fragment chooses to hide actively, he will be like a blindfolded hunter, finding it difficult to find the trace of his prey.

Fortunately, the existence of the Reincarnation Order perfectly makes up for this shortcoming.

These talismans scattered throughout the sacrificial sea were like a sophisticated intelligence network, allowing Jiang Yun to always be the first to learn about the birth of the fragments.

At this moment, he took a big step forward, his figure shuttled through the void like a ghost, cleverly concealing his identity, and rushed towards the direction where the fragments came into being.

Every step he took caused a faint spatial fluctuation, as if playing a war song for his actions.

Along the way, Jiang Yun had a lot of thoughts.

Ever since the strange clan fell into silence, the heavens and the worlds seemed to be reborn. The once dim and forsaken land is now full of stars again.

Many hidden Taoist ancestors appeared one after another, making this world lively again.

However, behind the prosperity is a cruel reality - in the battles that broke out for the altar fragments, some Taoist ancestors also fell in the ruthless flames of war.

Their glory was annihilated, leaving only endless regrets and sighs.

In the darkest corners of the universe, time and space seem to have been twisted into a mess.

Some Dao Ancestors were like frightened birds, hiding in secret realms that even the perception tentacles of the Reincarnation Order could not reach.

There may be folded dimensional gaps, or forbidden places filled with ancient curses. They have completely restrained their own aura, as if they have turned into dust in the long river of time, leaving no trace.

However, Jiang Yun had a sharp eye and saw through this crude trick at a glance.

He knew that these Dao Ancestors had not really disappeared, but were frightened by the terrifying pressure from the strange clan in the past.

Among them are many survivors of the previous Jieyuan catastrophe. In their memories, the terror of the strange clan is like a nightmare that cannot be shaken off.

They stubbornly believed that even if Emperor Huang Tian suddenly appeared, it would be difficult to shake the dark forces that were as deep as the ocean, so they chose to lie dormant for millions of years in an attempt to avoid the coming storm.

"Stupid and short-sighted person!" Jiang Yun sneered in his heart, with a trace of pity and disdain flashing in his eyes.

Although these Dao Ancestors claimed to be smart, they did not understand the true horror of the Great Sacrifice at all, and they were even unable to see through the shocking changes brought about by the arrival of Emperor Huangtian.

In Jiang Yun's opinion, the existence of Emperor Huang Tian had already changed the layout and mentality of the Weird Clan.

The next grand sacrifice will surely be an unprecedented world-destroying disaster that will sweep across the heavens and all realms, and it will not be something that can be avoided by simply hiding.

While thinking, Jiang Yun suddenly felt that the atmosphere above the sacrificial sea suddenly changed.

He took a deep breath and stopped abruptly.

In the distant sky, the figures of several Dao ancestors stood like towering mountains. A terrifying aura lingered around them. With every move they made, the heaven and earth trembled, and the space crumbled like a broken mirror.

Countless mysterious secret techniques shot out from their hands, some turned into chains burning with ghost fire from the underworld, and some condensed into light blades containing the power to destroy the world, and they collided with each other in the void.

In an instant, brilliant light and the breath of destruction intertwined together, forming a huge energy vortex that seemed to devour everything around it.

Jiang Yun frowned, thinking to himself that something was wrong.

After all, he was still a step too late, as this piece of altar fragment actually attracted so many Dao Ancestors to fight for it.

What's even more troublesome is that these Dao Ancestors were obviously well prepared. They didn't put in their utmost efforts. Each of them secretly kept a trick up their sleeves and looked around vigilantly to prevent other strong men from taking advantage of the situation.

"What a pity!" Jiang Yun sighed, his eyes full of unwillingness.

He knew very well that if he acted rashly at this moment, not only would it be difficult to obtain the fragments, but he might also be surrounded.

After careful consideration, he slowly restrained his breath, quietly disappeared into the void, and gave up the idea of ​​robbing.

He recalled the thrilling moment when he tried to seize the fragments of Taoist Changhui last time - at that time he used the flame of reincarnation to forcibly suppress the aura of the fragments, but accidentally left a unique law fluctuation in the void. Although he covered it up in time, he still broke out in a cold sweat.

If he acted rashly at this moment, the slightest mistake might expose his true identity which even no one in the underworld knew.

"It is better to have ten fewer pieces than to have even a single flaw exposed."

He muttered to himself, a look of determination flashing in his eyes.

He knew very well that before he completed his sixth transformation, even with the protection of the Flame of Samsara, he was limited to the path of samsara and was by no means invincible among the Dao Ancestors.

In the underworld, the threat of the Netherworld, the existence of many Taoist ancestors, and the complex and difficult to discern emotions of Hou Ming all made him tread on thin ice.

After taking a last look at the Dao Ancestors who were fighting fiercely in the distance, Jiang Yun turned around resolutely.

His figure was like a wisp of green smoke, following the guidance of the Reincarnation Order and heading towards the next deserted world where the fragments were suspected to have been born.

This world was once a prosperous place for cultivation, but now it has been reduced to ruins in the great war between the Dao ancestors.

The earth was cracked like a spider web, magma was rolling in the cracks, and broken star debris was floating in the sky.

Jiang Yun stepped over the petrified corpses one after another, and the wails of countless wronged souls seemed to ring in his ears.

A strong wind blew dust and sand in his face, mixed with a strong smell of death, but it turned into dust the moment it touched the golden flames around him.

"Below the Dao Ancestor, we are all ants." He sighed softly, his eyes sweeping across the traces of laws remaining in the ruins.

A fierce battle between the Dao Ancestor of Space and the Dao Ancestor of Time once broke out here. Space cracks and time turbulence intertwined to form a death forbidden zone of eternal stagnation.

According to the information collected, summarized and analyzed by the Reincarnation Order, a fragment containing strange sacrificial patterns may be hidden in the core of this restricted area.

Soon, he frowned, and his spiritual sense swept through every inch of cracks in this wasteland like a spider web.

It stands to reason that any altar fragments that are tainted with a strange aura will leave ominous fluctuations like clues in the void, but this place is surprisingly clean, except for the rotten smell of death and the disorder of time and space turbulence, which makes people feel uneasy.

He suddenly suspected that perhaps the message conveyed by the Reincarnation Order was wrong, or perhaps it was a fog deliberately created by some being.

"Another wasted trip?"

Jiang Yun murmured to himself, his fingertips gently stroking the warm altar fragment in his sleeve.

Suddenly, his eyes focused, and the dark power around him surged out like a tide, condensing into the shadow of a dark altar above his head.

Although the shadow was hazy, it revealed an ancient and vicissitudes of life, as if it had spanned countless epochs and carried the bloodiness and solemnity of ancient rituals.

In an instant, an almost imperceptible ripple appeared in the void in the distance, like a drop of ink falling into still water, causing tiny ripples.

Jiang Yun's heart was shocked. He clearly felt that the fragments in his sleeves were vibrating violently, producing some kind of mysterious resonance with the ripples.

When the two fragments are close enough, even without the attraction of strange secret methods, they will be attracted to each other due to the same sacrificial principles, just like magnets attracting each other and responding to each other.

"Could it be that this was a trick arranged by a powerful person who deliberately hid the altar fragments here?"

Jiang Yun's heart was filled with alarm, and a feeling of fear suddenly arose.

He subconsciously activated the Flame of Reincarnation, and a layer of light golden protective light shield appeared around him. His eyes vigilantly scanned the surrounding void.

This piece of wasteland looks desolate and dilapidated, but it can hide the scent of the altar fragments. It would be too far-fetched to say that it is a coincidence.

He even suspected that this was a trap set for those who coveted the fragments. At this moment, there might be countless pairs of eyes secretly watching him in the void around him.

However, Jiang Yun is not someone who retreats easily.

Golden light burst out of his eyes, and the power of his double pupils reached its peak, like two divine swords that created the world, piercing through illusion and chaos.

In an instant, the world before our eyes lost its appearance, revealing the truth hidden beneath time and space.

Under such magical power, even the folds of space and the veil of time are exposed, not to mention the concealment of the altar fragments.

Only an Immortal Emperor-level strongman could set up an unsolvable situation under his double pupils, but how could such a person waste his energy on such fragments?

In an instant, divine consciousness rushed out like a wild horse, galloping freely in this broken world.

Jiang Yun only felt a sharp pain in his sea of ​​consciousness, but when he was on the verge of collapse, he suddenly touched a trace of mysterious fluctuations of laws.

The truth came flooding in like a tide - it was not a trap set by a powerful being, but after countless years, this world actually condensed into a natural formation on its own.

It was a natural force that surpassed the wisdom of all living things. It used the heaven and earth as chessboard and the laws as chess pieces, and it actually perfectly concealed the strange aura of the altar fragments.

"I see..." he muttered to himself.

If it weren't for the resonance of the other fragment in his hand, this fragment would probably have been forever sealed in the cracks of time and space, and would have been difficult to see in the world after countless sacrifices.

While analyzing the formation, Jiang Yun was suddenly shocked - the interwoven patterns of laws and the trajectory of the flowing energy were surprisingly similar to the stone millstones in the Kunlun Secret Realm!
But he quickly shook his head and dispelled the illusion.

The millstone is a secret treasure from heaven, lying quietly in a mysterious space deep in Kunlun. It is impossible for it to appear in this wasteland.

He suddenly realized: the universe is vast, and there are countless great ways. Perhaps long before the stone millstone was formed, similar aggregations of laws had already existed in the world. They were like scattered stars. Although they were not as powerful as the stone millstone, they could also dispel some of the strange aura.

For example, this natural formation in front of us, although it can only cover up the fluctuations of fragments, can also be called a miracle between heaven and earth.

"It's not a trap." Jiang Yun breathed a sigh of relief, his heart finally settling down.

He raised his hand and the formation in his hand broke out of the ground like a long red dragon, blowing away the layers of rock and soil.

But just as he approached the core of the formation, he suddenly stopped and landed as lightly as a feather.

He looked at the barrier of laws that was glowing in front of him, his eyes full of awe - this naturally formed formation might contain the ultimate truth of heaven, and it would be a waste of resources if it were to be forcibly destroyed.

"When my practice is complete in the future, I will definitely meditate here in seclusion."

Jiang Yun made up his mind secretly.

He carefully walked around the edge of the formation, where black mist was swirling and ancient sacrificial patterns could be vaguely seen flashing in the mist - exactly the characteristics of the altar of the strange clan!

He was delighted, but did not step in rashly. Instead, he took out a jade slip engraved with reincarnation runes and crushed it gently.

The jade tablet turned into a stream of light that merged into the crack, and the turbulent flow of time and space around it strangely calmed down.

Then he stretched out his big iron hand, moved gently but with a hint of solemnity, and slowly took out the altar fragments from the hiding place.

In an instant, a powerful and strange suction force burst out from the fragment, and rushed towards the other fragment in Jiang Yun's arms as if it had spirituality. The eagerness was as if long-lost relatives were eager to meet again and vowed to become one.

However, just when the two were about to touch, the flying debris seemed to be grabbed by the throat by an invisible hand and suddenly stopped.

A piece of the fragment that was not closely connected to the two appeared where it should be on the illusory altar.

Although there was no actual contact, the black altar phantom floating above Jiang Yun's head underwent amazing changes. One area of ​​it suddenly condensed, like order condensed from chaos. The aura emitted by the entire altar phantom became increasingly powerful, as if a sleeping ancient beast was about to wake up.

Jiang Yun raised his head and stared at the shadow, his eyes full of thought.

He knew very well that if he could gather more fragments, this phantom would undergo an even more earth-shattering transformation. Perhaps one day, it would break the boundary between reality and illusion, allowing the broken altar to reappear in the world with the help of mysterious power.

At this moment, as he stared, the shadow and the real body of the altar in his memory gradually overlapped. In a trance, he seemed to really see the appearance of the altar in its heyday.

At this moment, countless mournful wails flooded into his ears like a tide. They were the cries of countless souls harvested by the altar in the underworld.

An intense feeling of loss instantly enveloped his entire body like a haze, and a strange aura surged wildly from his body, wielding strands of it, as if an evil ghost had crawled out from the netherworld, trying to drag him into an endless abyss.

In the distance, the mysterious place between heaven and earth was rippling with waves, as if trying its best to dispel the evil aura, but the waves were getting weaker and weaker, and it was ultimately powerless.

This subtle movement woke Jiang Yun up like thunder. Alarm bells rang in his heart. A millstone phantom instantly appeared behind him. It was like a weapon of ancient gods and demons, emitting a pressure that suppressed everything and crushed the strange aura. (End of this chapter)