From Covering the Sky, I Became a Transcendent

Chapter 13 Going out
It has gone by so fast and more than a year has passed.

In the hall, Si Chen suddenly opened his eyes, golden light flashed in his eyes, his expression was calm, and his understanding of the Dao patterns became deeper.

He grew up a little, looking like a little adult, and in the blink of an eye, he was ten years old.

His realm is still at the third level of the Dao Palace. Over the past year or so, he has focused on comprehending the Dao patterns and the secret art of the "Sun Sutra".

The taboo chapter of "The Sun Sutra" records a secret technique that requires the lowest level of cultivation and can be practiced in the Taoist Palace Secret Realm.

Of course, the prerequisite is that your blood concentration is sufficient and within eight generations. Otherwise, you can only wait until you reach the second or third level of immortal.

The immortal light of the sun can illuminate one's own immortality and can also illuminate the enemy's destruction. This is an immortal divine art that is cast through the eyes and has astonishing power.

There was a sun rising above his head, and in the middle of the sun there was a blurry human figure; that was the shadow of the Holy Emperor.

A blazing divine light shone from Si Chen's eyes, and endless flames burned in the hall.

These are the true fires of the sun, some of the most terrible flames in the world.

Fortunately, this ancient temple is very extraordinary and has a saint-level formation, which suppressed the flames in a short while.

"The forbidden secret technique is indeed powerful, but with my current divine power, I can only use it once." Si Chen whispered.

He had been studying this secret technique for a year, but had only grasped the basics of it. It was indeed a move created by an extremely powerful person.

After more than a year of seclusion, Si Chen gained more than that. Nine ancient characters appeared on his hands. These nine ancient characters sparkled with fairy light and contained profound mysteries.

This is the ancient character of the Great Emperor. It is a font composed of the divine patterns of the Great Dao and can be used directly as a means of attack.

After another year and a half of seclusion, Si Chen did not plan to continue his seclusion. Blindly practicing hard could indeed allow him to make continuous breakthroughs. If he wanted, he could even cultivate all the way to the second level of immortal.

But this is not what he wants. As I said before, how can a young emperor practice in seclusion all the time?

He has been in seclusion for long enough. It is time for him to go out for a walk, experience the world, and work with people. Only in this way can he realize different things.

He found the gray-robed old man again and said in a firm tone: "Ancestor, I want to go out and experience the world."

“You are new to the Dao Palace, and your cultivation is too low. Wait until you reach the Four Extremes and transform into a dragon.” As expected, he was rejected by the gray-robed old man.

"Ancestor, you also understand that the path to becoming an emperor is not achieved through cultivation, but through fighting. There are so many difficulties and obstacles on the road. Flowers in a greenhouse cannot go far, and you cannot protect me forever." Si Chen said sincerely.

"Although I am only in Dao Palace now, it is not a problem for me to cross a great realm to fight the enemy. This level of cultivation is enough to protect myself. If you are really worried, just give me a secret weapon."

"Don't worry, ancestor. I will definitely not cause any trouble. I didn't cause any trouble last time in the Holy City either." Si Chen said that he was a good boy.

The grey-robed old man frowned, and then relaxed his brows after a long while: "Okay, we'll give you half a year to train. During this half year, we won't interfere with your behavior, but you must have a guardian by your side."

"Also, I've recently come to a sudden realization and will be in seclusion for a while. I won't be able to watch over you. You must not slack off during this time. I will check on your progress after I come out of seclusion."

"I understand." Si Chen agreed quickly.

The old man in gray robe gave him a silver-white ancient bell, a very ancient weapon that emitted a gray halo.

This ancient bell is glowing with divine mist and surrounded by auspicious colors, giving a sense of antiquity and remoteness.

This is a holy weapon handed down from generation to generation, made from the Nine Heavens Divine Jade series. It is the weapon of the Great Sage and possesses supreme divine power.

Among those immortal inheritances, this is the ultimate secret weapon that can suppress the foundation of a large holy land.

"This ancient bell is what I got when I traveled through the starry sky. It is a holy weapon handed down from generation to generation. I give it to you as a weapon to protect you."

"Yes." Si Chen took it solemnly.

The handed-down holy weapons are enough on Ziwei Star. After all, there are no supreme imperial weapons here, and there are not even a few quasi-imperial weapons. …

"Shenzhou, here I come."

In the central part of Shenzhou, there are towering mountains, magnificent mountains and rivers, and many ancient sacred mountains, which have buried countless earth-shaking events.

This area has countless legends, about the ancient emperors, about the gods from outside the area, about the human race before the ancient times...

Luoxia Mountain is covered with red maples, and it looks like it is stained with blood all year round. According to legend, an alien god was killed here, and the grass and trees here were dyed red, which will never fade.

Si Chen stood here quietly. This was the first time he had observed this vast land deeply since coming to this world, and it filled him with endless sighs.

The memories of the previous life gradually faded, even a little unreal. What was real? The only thing that was certain was that he had really come to this world.

So, did his true spirit awaken and return, or did he travel through time and space and be reborn?

"Your Highness, where are we going next?"

Behind him, two old men asked him respectfully. Si Chen turned around and saw that his protectors this time were the second and third elders of the ancient sect.

Si Chen had no choice but to take these two with him. If he didn't bring a protector, not only would the gray-robed old man disapprove, but even the higher-ups of the ancient sect would not agree.

His existence is the greatest hope of the ancient religion.

"I'm going to go to the mortal world to have a look. You guys just follow me from a distance."

Si Chen used the mysterious method recorded in the scriptures to transform his body into a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, with average looks and ordinary aura, not as eye-catching as before.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The two of them directly disappeared into the void. At least with Si Chen's current spiritual sense, he could not find their location at all.

Si Chen didn't care. He stepped on the withered leaves, climbed up to the sky step by step along the broken peak, and flew away with a smile. He wanted to visit the mortal kingdom first.

Black Stone City is located between high mountains and steep cliffs, in a remote borderland. It was originally a military camp and later became a city.

This is a small town with streets paved with black stones. The people here are simple and honest, and they live and work in peace and contentment, because the two nearby countries have not fought a war for more than ten years.

The monarch in power was a rare wise ruler. He reduced taxes and levies, allowed the country to recuperate, and opened border trading posts, and the area gradually became prosperous.

The people here are almost all ordinary people, and there are very few monks, but their lives may not be unsatisfactory.

The morning market here is particularly prosperous, with various stalls set up on both sides of the street. The aroma of wontons and buns is everywhere, which makes people's appetite grow.

You can buy sesame seed cakes, noodles, and all kinds of pastries at the morning market.

There were people selling candied haws on the street, which attracted a lot of children to watch.

Si Chen bought a skewer and sat on a stool nearby to start eating.

The long and boring seclusion and the forced learning of a large amount of knowledge made him very tired and he had almost no rest for a moment.

The elders in the church had high hopes for him and regarded him as a natural monastic machine. However, he was only a few years old and he almost became a robot.

After practicing in the small world for ten full years, he almost forgot that in his previous life he was a pleasure-seeking college student.

Now that I finally have time to rest for a while, I feel much more relaxed.

(End of this chapter)