Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

Jiang Yun had already guessed this, and now he was pressing Xuehe for confirmation.

Blood River Dao Ancestor ultimately said nothing, only silently nodding.

"I will let you out when the opportunity arises. Don't worry, I won't kill you."

After confirming that it was indeed the Venerable Ancestor of the Underworld who was supporting the Ancestor of the Blood River, Jiang Yun remained silent for a moment before speaking to the Ancestor of the Blood River.

After saying that, without waiting for Blood River Dao Ancestor to react, he imprisoned him again in the broken Emperor Sword. However, this time, he did not put Blood River Dao Ancestor into the stone jar to torture him.

After doing all this, he sat cross-legged on the spot and began to ponder.

But in the end, he shook his head. As he had discussed with Hou Ming, he could only endure it for the time being, and there was no other way.

"Right now, the most important thing is to find a way to restore our strength..."

Jiang Yun retrieved that section of the Soul River water. To be on the safe side, he even took out the stone jar and placed it aside, fearing that something might happen to the Soul River water.

Then, looking at the Soul River floating in mid-air, he directly separated a wisp of divine thought and attached it to the rising body.

The waters of the River of Souls emitted an eerie light; though they were entirely luminous, various colors flickered within them.

Among them are various mysterious and unpredictable symbols of the Great Dao. Some of these symbols are so mysterious that even Jiang Yun cannot see through their function and can only guess that they are related to the Dao of the Primordial Spirit.

"Most of the Dao Ancestors of the River of Souls are skilled in Daoist arts related to the soul and primordial spirit, just as most of the Dao Ancestors of the Underworld are proficient in the cycle of life. It's all because of the special nature of these places..."

Jiang Yun couldn't help but ponder this question: where does the River of Souls originate from?

The oldest, untraceable cycle of reincarnation at the source of the ancient underworld is generally considered to be naturally existing, indestructible, and even the ancestral land cannot explain the true origin of that cycle of reincarnation.

However, Jiang Yun knew very well that the oldest cycle of reincarnation was the path that person had walked in the past, and it was precisely because that person had walked it that it was indelible.

Is the same situation with the River of Souls?

Within the River of Souls, are there laws governing the primordial spirit and soul deduced by that person in the past? Or, did that person once conduct some astonishing experiments on laws such as the reincarnation of the primordial spirit on the River of Souls?

If we continue to think about this carefully, if the Ancient Underworld River of Souls is related to that person, then what about the Four Extremes Floating Soil?
Is it also related to that person?
Untraceable and inexplicable, all of this is so awe-inspiring.

Jiang Yun studied this section of the Soul River for a long time, but never made any significant progress. This was because the Soul River contained too many mysterious symbols of the Great Dao, which Jiang Yun could not decipher even with his diligent study.

In the end, he had no choice but to take the risk and directly take out a drop of Soul River Water and place it on his divine sense.

The next moment, the divine thought began to vibrate violently, and then many fragmented soul phantoms began to appear from that drop of soul river water.

Then, just as if a hungry ghost had seen the most delicious food, the numerous afterimages of souls pounced directly on Jiang Yun's divine thought.

The next moment, Jiang Yun's divine thought was directly devoured by numerous soul remnants, and his own soul also felt a sharp pain.

The next moment, he had no choice but to abandon that primordial spirit, letting that divine thought dissolve among the many soul remnants.

Even more miraculously, after those numerous lingering soul images devoured Jiang Yun's divine sense, they actually disappeared again, transforming back into that drop of Soul River water.

Jiang Yun watched all this, and then an unbelievable thought arose in his mind:

"Could it be that every drop of the River of Souls is a fragment of countless souls, representing some of the most powerful figures of the past?"

"After their deaths, their souls returned to the River of Souls under the influence of some unknown power, where they merged with other remnant souls and eventually transformed into a drop of water in the River of Souls?"

Thinking of the boundless River of Souls, which was almost parallel to the long river of time, his scalp tingled.

If things are really as he guessed, then how many powerful figures has the River of Souls buried from ancient times to the present?
Their remnant souls formed the River of Souls, which in turn nourished the Dao Ancestors within it.

Thinking about it this way, it's no wonder that the Soul River Ancestor was so proficient in spells related to souls and primordial spirits. He had the Soul River water formed from the remnants of countless powerful souls to command. What an abundant resource that must have been!

In the end, Jiang Yun forcibly suppressed these thoughts and collected this section of the Soul River water.

His intuition told him that the waters of the River of Souls contained a shocking secret, but it was beyond his current ability to study. Thus, his idea of ​​using the waters of the River of Souls to nourish and repair his primordial spirit was also thwarted.

No wonder Kong Zun was so generous in giving him a section of the Soul River water. Upon closer examination, he must have been certain that Jiang Yun would not be able to utilize this section of the Soul River water.

After all, Kong Zun had been in charge of the Soul River for countless years, and he certainly understood the characteristics of the Soul River's water better than Jiang Yun.

Then, Jiang Yun fell silent. Finally, looking at the Dao wounds within his body that were entangled with wisps of sword light, he shook his head helplessly and began to go into seclusion again.

This time, time passed swiftly, and many tens of thousands of years went by. During this time, he repeatedly returned to the Houming Daoist Temple at the source of the underworld to cultivate together with Houming.

Seeing Hou Ming's injuries improve day by day and his strength gradually recover, he couldn't help but feel happy.

At the same time, during his cultivation with Hou Ming, he further stabilized the condition within his body, and his strength began to slowly recover.

Finally, on this day, after yet another period of seclusion, the strength of his primordial spirit and soul reached a new level, allowing him to begin using the divine powers of the Dao Ancestor.

"Judging by the time, another fifty or sixty thousand years have passed. I wonder what changes have occurred during the sea sacrifice..."

"The wind is howling in the mountains, it feels like something big is about to happen..."

Previously, his primordial spirit and soul strength were only at the Immortal King level, making it impossible for him to perceive anything. It wasn't until this day, when he regained his Dao Ancestor-level primordial spirit and soul strength, that he was able to immediately sense the extremely oppressive atmosphere within the sacrificial sea, including all the realms of the heavens.

It's as if some otherworldly being is maliciously spying on something!
Something big is about to happen; this was Jiang Yun's divine sense instinctively warning him. Although his primordial spirit was still relatively weak and couldn't compare to his terrifying physical strength, he had still recovered to the Dao Ancestor realm and sensed the terrifying aura. However, the four ancient origin lands were all shrinking their spheres of influence, and even the Immortal King's life-or-death battle was no longer as enthusiastic about participating as it had been at the beginning.

Over the past fifty to sixty thousand years, the ancient underworld, the River of Souls, and the Four Extremes Floating Lands have indeed seen an increase in the number of Dao Ancestors, but the Heavenly Realm and the various worlds have seen an even greater increase in Dao Ancestors, no less than ten.

It can be said that under these circumstances, the four ancient origin lands were completely at a disadvantage. In the last ten or twenty thousand years, not to mention the other ancient origin lands, even Jiang Yun secretly ordered the Eight Paths of Reincarnation to be as careful as possible and not to have any conflicts with the people of the various worlds of the heavens.

Jiang Yun was slightly disappointed that, despite the presence of so many Emperor Light Immortal Kings and powerful protectors among the followers of the Eight Paths of Reincarnation, not a single person had yet reached the Dao Ancestor realm after all this time.

Perhaps it was due to the inherent defects of reincarnation slaves? Jiang Yun didn't know, and now he didn't have time to delve into it. It was all because he instinctively sensed that a shocking change was about to happen.

What is going on?

Unable to continue his peaceful seclusion to heal his injuries, he returned to the sacrificial sea and looked upon the heavens and the myriad worlds.

The various realms of the heavens are becoming increasingly powerful, and the primordial laws of many Dao Ancestors are merging together, making the fortune of the various realms of the heavens even more glorious. Without a doubt, this is indeed a magnificent era for the various realms of the heavens.

Conversely, in the ancient land of the four origins, the fortune is not apparent, and even the originally powerful laws of the Dao Ancestors have become obscure. Clearly, the Dao Ancestors of the ancient land of the four origins are doing their best to hide themselves and have become extremely low-key.

However, in this situation, everything should be fine, so why is there still a vague feeling that something is wrong?
Jiang Yun forced down his unease, then returned to the ancient underworld, found Hou Ming, and told him how he felt.

“Brother Yun, the fact that the four ancient origin lands are simultaneously shrinking their power must be the intention of the ancestral land. Even the sacrificial texts have become much fewer than before. It seems that the ancestral land has encountered some problems.”

After pondering for a moment, he spoke.

Jiang Yun nodded. He knew that the simultaneous contraction of the four ancient origin lands must be the will of the ancestral land. He had been able to perceive this over the past fifty to sixty thousand years.

The Dao Ancestor could perceive such things with his natural intuition, without even needing the ancestral land to make any special arrangements.

As for the sacrificial texts that Hou Ming mentioned, he knew about them clearly. After all, in the past fifty or sixty thousand years, he had visited many places in the Sacrificial Sea, but he had not collected many sacrificial texts or altar fragments that were theoretically scattered throughout the myriad worlds.

Clearly, Hou Ming was right; something must have happened on the ancestral land, otherwise things would never be like this.

However, what exactly happened remains unknown.

Could it be that the grand sacrifice has arrived ahead of schedule? No, according to his and the Desolate Emperor's calculations, this sacrificial cycle should still have a million years left before it ends!
While Jiang Yun remained silent, he couldn't help but look up at the boundless sacrificial sea.

There, crimson waves surged, representing an endless, shattered world. And deep within the sacrificial sea, there was a path that even immortal emperors would face certain death if they walked upon it.

Jiang Yun knew clearly that the end of that road led to the true ancestral altar, the place of the ancestral grand ceremony.

What Emperor Yi carried in the past was not the real ancestral altar at all; it was at most a replica of the ancestral altar, made by the Immortal Emperor. The real ancestral altar was forged by the original ancestor himself, so how could they be compared?

On that ancestral altar, there were three enormous and terrifying figures. All the realms of the heavens, including the Sea of ​​Sacrifice, appeared as fragile as bubbles in their gaze.

The place the three figures were looking towards was a place that could not be traced even in the depths of the endless river of time, a place truly above the heavens. There, from the Evil Land Plateau, were several strange Immortal Emperors of equal status to the three enormous and terrifying figures.

Confronting these several eerie immortal emperors, including the three terrifying and enormous figures on the ancestral altar, was only one person and a willow tree.

At this moment, that person's figure shone with boundless light. Behind him, countless Dao Ancestor powerhouses followed, and further behind were countless great worlds still teeming with life.

He alone had to bear the expectations of all living beings in the world!
At this moment, he shone like the sun, illuminating the many powerful Dao Ancestors and the vibrant world behind him. The willow tree was the same, protecting all living beings in the heavens and the world.

It was none other than the Desolate Heavenly Emperor and the Willow Goddess.

They have been confronting numerous strange immortal emperors in the heavens for a long time. The Desolate Heaven Emperor even personally took action and killed one of the strange immortal emperors. Long years have passed, and that strange immortal emperor has not yet recovered.

Such terrifying achievements even shook the ancestral land, which is why they spared no expense.

Apart from Emperor Yi's protectors, most of the other Immortal Emperors have begun to mobilize. Three Immortal Emperors are about to descend upon the Ancestral Altar to prepare for a grand sacrifice, while the remaining Immortal Emperors continue to confront the Desolate Heaven Emperor Liu Shen for countless ages.

It was precisely because the three Immortal Emperors began preparing for a grand sacrifice to all the worlds above Heaven that, with their undisguised malice, many Dao Ancestors sensed that a great terror was about to descend.

However, the Dao Ancestor realm is no different from an ant here. Even for a Celestial Emperor, it is almost impossible to interfere with the Grand Sacrifice, because the ancestral land has really gone all out this time, and almost all the strange Celestial Emperors have appeared.

They absolutely would not allow the grand ceremony to be disturbed in any way. They were determined to join forces and unleash a powerful technique passed down from their ancestor that surpassed the realm of Immortal Emperors, to completely destroy the two Immortal Emperors, Desolate Heaven Emperor and Willow God, who were at their peak at the time.

As for the two Immortal Emperors, Meng Hai and Luo Tianxian, they were dealt with by Emperor Yi's protector. After so many years, his condition was still not good, so he could only be assigned such a task.

In the eyes of the ancestral ancestor, this arrangement was flawless and should not be changed. After all, no matter how strong the Desolate Emperor was, he could fight three against one and kill the Strange Immortal Emperor, but he could not fight five against one.

As for Liu Shen, who recently advanced to the Immortal Emperor realm, there will be an Immortal Emperor specifically to deal with her, and there will be no unexpected events.

"Let the grand ceremony begin..."

On the ancestral land, the ancient and weathered will of the progenitor began to descend, and the three Immortal Emperors nodded and began to ascend the altar.

However, on this day, the situation changed. Just as the three strange Immortal Emperors were about to ascend the ancestral altar, a shocking event occurred.

The Desolate Heavenly Emperor, who was still confronting the five strange Immortal Emperors, suddenly looked towards the Ancestral Altar.

Immediately afterwards, countless chaotic great paths roared, and then, within those countless chaotic great paths, auspicious colors appeared one after another. Then, a being that looked exactly like the Desolate Heavenly Emperor walked out from those auspicious colors.

The moment he appeared, he swung his peerless imperial sword, and with incredible power, cleaved the bodies of the three eerie Immortal Emperors in two! (End of Chapter)