Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

Afterwards, he returned to the other side of the Boundary Sea and continued to work with Shi Yi, the Double Pupil, and the Ten-Crown King, to try to destroy the spacetime here and construct spacetime turbulence so that even if the enemy descended here, they would not be able to lock onto the coordinates of the other side of the Boundary Sea.

After doing all this, the three of them returned to the ancient underworld. The double-pupiled Shi Yi and the ten-crowned emperor could not bear to see the tragic state of all the worlds above.

All the paths of reincarnation are crowded with countless beings, so one can imagine how many lives have been lost.

Therefore, they returned directly to their own dojos and began to cultivate in seclusion, striving to make further progress in the shortest possible time and find their own path to becoming immortal emperors.

Although they were mentally prepared for the destruction of the sacrificial site, they were still greatly shocked when they actually witnessed it, which is why they did such a thing.

They need to become stronger in the shortest amount of time, only then can they have enough power to change everything. Right now, what they lack is not talent, but time.

Jiang Yun, however, did not make the same choice as them. He found Hou Ming and cultivated with him again, and ten thousand years passed.

After ten thousand years of turmoil, strange creatures ravaged the world. In the end, many secret places were discovered, and the descendants and hopes that had been carefully hidden by various Dao Ancestors, as well as those young people, were also found and mercilessly killed.

Throughout the entire universe, no trace of life could be seen. Only then did the strange creatures gradually retreat. A few remained in the universe, transforming themselves into forbidden zones for surveillance and taking responsibility for the sowing of seedlings in the future.

After ten thousand years of cultivation together, Jiang Yun left Houming, but did not return to his own dojo. This was because he could now enter that mysterious state at any time. In the darkness, he had sensed the opportunity for a breakthrough. At this moment, he no longer went into seclusion, but wanted to travel among the various worlds of the heavens.

He wanted to go to the sea of ​​sacrifice, to see what the current situation was like in the boundless world. This was not a whim, but a guidance from the unseen.

His opportunity to attain enlightenment did not lie in the ancient underworld, but in the sea sacrifice, in the already destroyed worlds of the heavens.

There have never been any immortal emperors who attained enlightenment by sitting still; there have only been immortal emperors who walked out of the gate.

He left the ancient underworld silently and, through the cycle of reincarnation, arrived directly at the sacrificial sea.

Ten thousand years have passed. He looked around in all directions from the endless crimson ocean, like a lost ship trying to find land in the dark sea. Waves splashed up, fragments of the great world floated up and down, and under the towering crimson waves, he could not locate the heavens at first.

In the past, the heavens were brilliant and glorious, with celestial emperors presiding over them and countless Dao ancestors shining like dazzling pearls in the darkness, guiding all living beings in the right direction.

But at this moment, after the great sacrifice, almost all living beings in the heavens had perished, and the lights had been completely extinguished, so how could they be able to sense it immediately?

Fortunately, he had been to the heavens before and had inscribed the unique traces of the Heavenly Dao there. After careful sensing, he finally found it.

At this moment, boundless crimson waves surged to the sky, and beyond that, only eternal darkness remained within the sacrificial sea. The great world of past civilizations, like scattered lights, had now vanished entirely.

In the blood-red sacrificial sea, the heavens were like a desolate island devoid of life, shrouded in boundless, eerie black mist, leaving no trace of life there.

Blood-red waves crashed against the void in the sacrificial sea, stirring up countless ages and times, from ancient times to the future. Here, new life was born and destroyed. The once glorious and brilliant civilizations of evolution were all transformed into waves, becoming the embers of history within the sacrificial sea.

It is hard to imagine how many great sacrifices have taken place throughout history to annihilate all life in the heavens and create the scene we see today. But judging from the blood-red waves of the boundless sacrificial sea, it is unimaginable how many evolved civilizations have ultimately vanished and turned into the waves of the sacrificial sea.

It is precisely for this reason that the Sacrifice Sea is so vast that it is unimaginable. In its deepest part, even an Immortal Emperor can easily get lost. He needs to use clear coordinates to find the myriad realms again. Otherwise, he will be trapped in the chaotic space-time of ancient and modern times, wasting countless years in that eternally desolate and destroyed land.

While it is true that an Immortal Emperor can traverse the river of time and space and forcibly change everything from its source, in such a place, even time and space are disordered. Even an Immortal Emperor cannot easily find the correct coordinates of return there. Perhaps only those at the Sacrifice Dao Realm can easily cross the Sacrifice Sea, their will simultaneously covering countless great worlds.

Jiang Yun stood in the heavens for a long time, but in the end he still did not have the courage to descend to this land. The life force here had been completely extinguished, and it had become a pure land of desolation.

The bizarre creatures were incredibly ruthless; after the final battle, they slaughtered almost every living being in the entire heavens.

All of this is because the Pollen Emperor and two Immortal Emperors, Meng Hai and Luo Tianxian, once emerged from this place, causing indelible damage to the ancestral land, thus making it a target of the ancestral land's deliberate targeting.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he vaguely sensed the mournful cry of the Heavenly Heart Dao Fruit within the Great World of the Celestial Realm. Clearly, with the deaths of many Dao Ancestors, the will of the Great World of the Celestial Realm had also been severely damaged, and under the deliberate targeting of the Strange Immortal Emperor, it had been completely obliterated.

But Heaven still exists, so the Heavenly Heart Dao Fruit still echoes with mournful cries. Perhaps the Heavenly Heart Dao Fruit failed to develop any intelligence and only possessed the most primitive instincts, but at this moment, it is still mourning the destruction of the glorious Great World, and that emotion eventually spreads to Jiang Yun.

Finally, unable to do anything, and powerless to do anything, he turned and left.

Ten thousand years have passed, the grand ceremony has ended, the old ceremony has passed away, and the new ceremony has not yet begun. When the ancestral land begins to plant spring seedlings, it will mean that the new ceremony has officially begun.

There's another reason why Jiang Yun hasn't truly descended to the Heavenly Realm: he sensed life fluctuations deep within it, all belonging to the Strange Race. Clearly, powerful members of the Strange Race remained, acting as observers and the main force for releasing the Spring Seedlings. Currently, he doesn't want to clash with the Strange Race. Although ten thousand years have passed, to the true powerhouses of the ancestral land, that's merely a fleeting moment. He won't act while those Immortal Emperors haven't truly entered into slumber and recuperation.

The situation in all worlds is similar to that of the heavens. The legacy of those Dao Ancestors of the past, including traces of their existence, has all been deliberately erased by strange beings. Countless worlds are as lifeless as the heavens, and no living being can be found even after traveling thousands of miles.

The creatures mentioned here are not just humans, but also beasts, and even ants. In the end, in all the myriad worlds of the heavens, not even a single ant can be seen. There is only desolate and decaying land, and countless creatures that have been completely wiped out.

An era has come to a complete end. In all the worlds and countless realms, in the end, the number of beings who can live to see the start of the next sacrificial cycle is probably less than a handful.

This is the devastation of the Sacrifice Yuan, a true catastrophe where all living beings were wiped out, leaving no hope whatsoever.

As Jiang Yun walked through the myriad worlds of the heavens, he felt an indescribable stillness, and even his heart couldn't help but feel heavy.

It was during this process, in the millions of great worlds of the heavens and earth, that he sensed the Dao traces and inheritances left behind by those powerful Dao Ancestors of the past. This was truly remarkable, because under the deliberate targeting of the strange creatures, these Dao traces and inheritances should have been completely obliterated.

Only extremely powerful beings can break through the norm and make arrangements that even strange beings cannot imagine, engraving their Dao traces and inheritance in the mountains, rivers, sun, and moon, making them eternal and indestructible.

This is a gift left by the powerful being of this sacrificial rites to the next sacrificial rites; they place all their hopes on the future.

Only Jiang Yun, with his profound understanding of the Dao, was able to sense the unique Dao traces and inheritance from the mountains, rivers, sun, and moon. Then, he quietly sat down to comprehend them, trying to integrate those Dao traces and inheritances into his own supernatural powers.

This process is undoubtedly difficult and will take countless years. Besides, these inherited Taoist techniques may not be stronger than his own comprehension, but they still have their unique aspects and can serve as a supplement to his Taoist supernatural abilities. Therefore, he does not mind wasting time.

He is now like a big bucket, completely filled with stones, ready to overflow at any moment, which means he has entered the realm of Immortal Emperor. But being full of stones does not mean that more water cannot be added.

The other Daoist Ancestors' Daoist teachings flowed into his large container like water, gradually filling him up and preparing him for his future ascension to the Immortal Emperor realm, until the day he finally broke free from his cocoon and transformed into a butterfly.

And so, countless millennia passed. He traveled throughout the heavens and earth, comprehending numerous Dao traces and inheritances. Some of them had once been his enemies, but at this moment, Jiang Yun no longer cared about them.

If he could, he would have loved to see someone from the old days, even an enemy, but looking around at the vast world, he could not see a single living being.

He knew, of course, that there were some people who had survived, but they were impossible to locate in that time and space. It was precisely for this reason that they had not been eliminated by the strange creatures, and he was naturally unable to find them now.

In the end, hundreds of thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye. His Dao techniques had become increasingly perfect, and he had almost fully comprehended the Dao traces passed down through the myriad worlds of the heavens.

Perhaps, in some secret places, traces of the Dao still remain, but he did not deliberately destroy them. Even the Dao traces he comprehended were carefully preserved, not completely erased. The purpose of doing so was to ensure that future generations could inherit more of them.

Finally, he turned around and left the desolate islands behind, looking back at the sea sacrifice.

Within the boundless, blood-red ocean, fragments of the former great world ceaselessly churn. Many glorious and splendid civilizations have become relics of the past. Now, many tens of thousands of years have passed, and even the traces of strange creatures within the sea are hard to find.

Hundreds of thousands of years have passed. The grand sacrifice has ended, and all the beings of the heavens and the worlds have been exhausted. So many strange beings have lost their mission, either being thrown into the ancient lands of origin in the four directions or going to the heavens and the worlds to form their own forbidden zones, waiting for the rise of future beings to become whetstones.

This was not the intention of these strange creatures, but rather a deliberate arrangement by the strange and powerful beings of the ancestral land. After all, when the next sacrificial cycle begins, the ancestral land and strange creatures may not appear for millions of years. At that time, many civilizations will be freely and vigorously evolving, and naturally, they will need "their own people" to guard them.

In addition, being too comfortable will prevent one from going too far on the path of evolution, and without enough "fire" to start the next great sacrifice, it will also be detrimental to the ancestral land.

In addition, some strange creatures were fortunate enough to return to the ancestral land. They will exist as the true foundation of the ancestral land, preparing for the next grand sacrifice to continue the bloodbath of the heavens.

Having realized all of this, Jiang Yun felt no more emotional turmoil. He looked into the depths of the sacrificial sea, no longer paying attention to those strange creatures. Only one thing could capture his attention.

That is the ancestral altar, still standing deep within the blood-red ocean, a place said to be where even the eerie Immortal Emperor could easily lose himself. It is magnificent, towering, boundless, yet utterly silent.

For the strange race, the vast sacrificial sea is just as easy to get lost in. The existence of the ancestral altar is like a coordinate signal light, which can help them find the right direction. According to Jiang Yun's deduction, in the future, the ancestral altar will also serve as an important transit station for the release of seedlings.

On the ancestral land, the descendants of beings from all ages of the heavens have been imprisoned. Whenever a great world is destroyed, they will release a batch of "spring seedlings" into the sea through the ancestral altar. After millions of years of ups and downs, a new and brilliant civilization will be born.

This is the truth that repeats itself time and time again, and it is also the reason why not all living beings are true natives of the Great World. In fact, when the Great Sacrifice is launched, the entire heavens will perish, and there will be no life. Only in this way can the source of return for the End-of-the-Path level powerhouses and even the Sacrifice Path powerhouses be completely severed.

As for the ancestral altar, being the most important place, it was always guarded by the mysterious Dao Ancestor before the actual spring seedlings were planted. However, after countless years, even the mysterious Dao Ancestor had become somewhat lax. Moreover, Jiang Yun's strength was already extraordinary, and he could sneak in here silently without being discovered by anyone. (End of this chapter)