Covering the sky: Starting from the Golden Crow of the Holy Cliff

Chapter 174 The Chaos Begins in the Big Dipper, the Barbarian Tribe Falls

In the forbidden zone of Lan Chen Immortal Ruins, within an ancient, silvery-white palace, chaotic energy permeated the air, blurring the lines between reality and illusion, creating a hazy and mysterious atmosphere.

Here, there are some prayer cushions, upon which sit figures, motionless, like ancient fossils, devoid of any life force.

"Gentlemen, what have you decided?" asked a figure clad in black and gold divine robes, seated in the main seat.

“This time is different from the past, as it involves a Heavenly King. Is it really necessary to destroy the divine path and expel the entire lineage? In my opinion, since this matter arose from a great war, we can simply let those few immortals sit in the ruins for the next thousand years. Why make such a fuss?”

"Regarding the sacrifice to the immortal land, from this perspective, we are ultimately strangers to them." One of them spoke, and the chaotic mist surged, five-colored divine light wafted, and a faint holy might spread.

“Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together. That one harbors many grievances against the Heavenly Court. Even if he suppresses them for a time, they will still erupt in the future.” Someone spoke from another futon. Darkfire Lin’er’s tone was firm, insisting on purging the source.

The hall fell silent for a long time.

“In fact, we could have easily used Eternity to attack Beidou, causing some people to bleed and pay a price. Now that Eternity is settled, it’s too late to say anything more.” Lin Dong said, holding the Ancestral Crow Banner, leading the Crow Elf clan here on behalf of the clan.

The banner was shaped like a golden crow and had Daoist patterns on its back, resembling a celestial map. It was extremely mysterious and strange.

At this moment, it continuously inhales and exhales chaotic energy, like waves rising and falling. This Dao weapon has two forms: one is a divine banner, and the other is a golden gourd. It can transform between the two, can devour all things, and can also form the Heaven-Suppressing and Heaven-Burning Array.

"We've made progress on that ancient warship outside the Big Dipper Domain. Originally, we were going to suppress them, but now it seems we can sit back and observe for a while... Also, those powerful clans outside the domain—we received news from Tongtian Star that someone on Feixian Star is looking for us." The ancient prince, who had transformed from a phoenix, was hazy and almost ethereal.

"Turbulence is imminent, and the path to immortality begins with the Big Dipper!" Princess Divine Silkworm, bathed in dark light and clad in a battle armor forged with dragon patterns and black gold, resembled a dark monarch: "It is time for me to retrieve the Silkworm Emperor's Robe."

"I agree!"

"In the opinion of the silkworm master!"

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Big Dipper, Eastern Wilderness.

In a certain ancient tribe in the northern region, amidst heavy mist, an altar sits in the sacred soil. It is entirely black and inscribed with numerous divine and demonic runes.

Just a glance from afar can evoke a sense of oppression, making one's soul feel as if it were drawn to a flame like a moth, causing trembling and discomfort.

A jet-black ape swept past, wielding a black and gold club, flying in from beyond the realm. In its hand lay a translucent, crystalline skull and a divine pendant.

The black ape quickly disappeared, and then, a phantom of a purple-gold warship suddenly appeared on the altar. It had been floating there for an unknown amount of time, and it was dim and full of the marks of time, extremely dilapidated and deathly silent.

"This is……"

The ancestral king of the tribe was deeply shaken and extremely excited. He felt the pull of his bloodline from the altar, and quickly stabilized the coordinates, guiding the ancient warship across the river.

Soon after, the warship became even more realistic. A thick beam of crimson light descended, containing terrifying divine power. A king, like a divine phoenix, flew out from the starry sky, its body bathed in raging divine fire, like a celestial phoenix descending to the mortal world, shaking all realms.

"Brother, it really is you... I never thought we would meet again after a million years." The ancient king of the Spirit Clan went up to greet him and called out from afar. He couldn't help but laugh. His elder brother's talent had far surpassed his own in the clan back then. His return was a good thing for the entire clan.

As soon as the Crimson Phoenix appeared, terrifying waves surged upwards, causing the entire wilderness to collapse and spread outwards in an instant, causing the heavens and earth to shatter!
"It's Fourth Brother, you've come to this point too." He let out a long roar, laughing wildly. After millions of years apart, returning to the Big Dipper brought tears to his eyes. He tried his best to keep his voice steady.

"What about my other brothers? Where did they go? Are they still alive?" The ancient king, a Saint of the Eighth Heaven, descended in human form and asked.

“During the great war, my second and third brothers perished, leaving only me as the ancestral king of my clan.”

This was naturally a poignant scene, with both brothers being ancient kings, which moved and saddened those who came from the Northern Region.

"Ancient kings deep in the starry sky, indeed, many ancient races come from beyond the realm."

"This new king's aura is off; he seems weak and powerless, and his condition is very poor."

Many people are discussing this, but they are not afraid. As time goes by, the human race has produced some saints, and with great saints in charge, they are not afraid of the ancient races.

They were more concerned about the blood calamity that erupted in Eternity, which involved the Heavenly Court and the Sacred Cliff. As soon as it was revealed, it attracted the attention of countless people. Many people had complaints about the blood calamity in Eternity, but these complaints could not be conveyed to the Heavenly Court.

Soon, more ancient ancestral kings returned. During this time, some were happy because they were reunited with their relatives and friends, but many more ancient kings roared and even cried out in grief because their descendants and even their clans had been wiped out and could never be seen again.

This is a disaster!
When the returning travelers from the starry sky learned the whole story, their first thought was to seek revenge, but they were dissuaded by others.

Even the ancient royal families have been destroyed. With them alone, what can they use to fight?
"First, restore your strength. When the world changes, there will be a day for revenge." A blue-robed ancient king appeared. He came from the Fire Kirin Cave outside the realm. It was unknown when he had been hiding in the Big Dipper, but he came out at this moment.

Soon after, another envoy from the Dragon Nest appeared, much to everyone's delight, for one of their kind had returned, and this envoy was a Great Sage, a welcome surprise for the Dragon Nest, which was in decline.

There are also powerful figures on their ancestral planet, but Great Saint level experts are too rare. Even the ancient royal family would find it difficult to find a second one. Unexpectedly, a Great Saint has returned from beyond the realm.

"Even the princess is caught in it, what about Qianlun? What is he doing?" This was a man who was like a god, with a tall and straight figure, thick golden hair, and a pair of golden dragon horns on his head. He possessed the royal blood of both the dragon and the golden race, making his bloodline extremely noble.

"Qianlun Ancestral Saint... he has fallen." The envoy from the Dragon Nest looked sorrowful, recalling that great calamity when the entire clan was destroyed, even the Great Saint was powerless, his primordial spirit was severed, and nothing was left behind.

"How dare the Golden Clan do this?"

After learning the reason for the matter, the golden-haired Great Sage's expression was uncertain. Even if his maternal lineage was from that clan, there was no doubt that he was the Great Sage of the Dragon's Nest.

Almost that night, the two from Dragon's Nest disappeared into the teleportation array.

Many of the ancient races turned their gaze to the land of Beidou, their expressions cold. They were nearly depleted and in dire need of replenishing their blood and energy, and all they saw were humanoid medicines.

They weren't confident in attacking the Sacred Cliff and facing the Great Sage directly, but they were fearless in their campaigns against humans and demons, slaughtering across billions of miles and reigniting the ancient wars.

In particular, someone brought news from beyond the realm that several great human saints, including Gai Jiuyou and Cai Yong, were not currently in the Big Dipper constellation...

A few days later, the Dark Ages began, unexpectedly swift and unstoppable. Dozens of ancient kings appeared, along with two great saints, seemingly poised to sweep away everything in their path.

"boom!"

In the northern plains, crimson flames rose everywhere, and thick fog covered the sky. A figure, like a demon god, opened his mouth and inhaled, instantly sweeping up countless creatures on the ground. Before long, the area fell silent.

Somewhere in the Southern Mountains, not belonging to the Demon God Temple, but the territory of the barbarian tribes, once prosperous, it too suffered calamity today. A luminous figure stood high in the sky, holding a blood gourd, swallowing everything in its path, absorbing countless living beings. "The twilight of the Dharma's end, the withering of life, a path built of blood and bone will open my way," the ferocious ancient king murmured, shrouded in mist, hazy and eerie.

The next moment, a ray of divine light flew out from the barbarian city, and an earth-shattering battle broke out. No one would have thought that the ancient king of the Spirit Clan had met his match.

He ravaged the barbarian lands, seeking to acquire enough powerful life energy. The people here possessed abundant blood energy, and there were even two Dao Slayers among them. However, from the very beginning, the people here roared in unison, calling upon their ancient ancestors and praying for the return of the former barbarian war god to save them from their peril.

The old barbarian king appeared, and a giant tortoise flew out from his head, unleashing a holy aura that stopped the horrific sight of blood flowing and floating on the ground.

The clan possessed a Saint-level savage tortoise who attained enlightenment during the Dharma-ending Age. It was extremely powerful and killed the Spirit King, who was not alone. The Spirit King immediately summoned his allies, and the Four Ancient Kings descended with ruthless methods.

This was a life-or-death battle, extremely bloody. The two sides fought to the point of madness, charging into the depths of the Southern Mountains, destroying countless tribes in the process.

In the end, the tribe activated its hidden power, and a barbarian sage sealed himself as a divine source. Seeing the blood-soaked Nanling Mountains, he unleashed a terrifying pressure.

But something even more terrifying happened: a silver scale fell off, like a millstone of life and death, cleaving through the heavens and earth, and suddenly slashed down.

This attack was extremely powerful, breaking through the divine source. The barbarian god, who was left with only the strength to fight, roared at the sun and moon, wielding his battle axe, and charged towards the ancient clan's great saint.

"You can't even control the aura of a Dao Transformation cultivator, what makes you think you can fight us?" The Great Sage of the Silver Blood Clan was indifferent. He had absorbed a large amount of blood energy, restored some of his combat power, and had received assistance. He didn't care about a barbarian god at all.

The barbarian war god remained silent, growing stronger with each battle. Though covered in blood, he managed to inflict wounds on the ancient saint, and in the end, he even tried to cleave him in two.

The silver-haired Great Sage's eyes turned red. Being cut in half at the waist by the battle axe was a great humiliation for him.

"Roar!"

He roared at the sun and moon, summoned a Blood Dao Platform, and expanded the battlefield like a madman, slaughtering countless people.

Countless barbarian creatures landed on the altar, some exploding in mid-air, turning into a rain of blood, and bursting out streaks of crimson light that flew into the gleaming silver runes on the altar.

At this moment, the silver weapon seemed to transform into a world, which could not be filled by any number of people falling from the sky. It absorbed them all. Blood flowed, staining the weapon red and soaking the altar of the Silver Blood Clan Great Saint.

"Although we are both at the Great Saint Realm, you are a dying man and are still lacking in experience!" he said coldly. A thick surge of blood energy rushed into his crown chakra, turning into lightning. Accompanied by blood light, soul power, and the wails of countless people, he quickly restored his condition and called out to his fellow Daoists.

Soon, the Thousand-Handed Demon God, who had been wreaking havoc in another realm, descended and delivered a fatal blow from the void.

Although neither of them was in a state of perfect health, they still had their lifespans remaining. After absorbing the blood of all spirits, their energy and spirit quickly returned. Moreover, with two great saints taking action, this tragedy was unlikely to happen.

In the end, the barbarian war god was killed, turning into a towering blood mist, which was divided equally between the Silver Blood Great Sage and the Thousand-Handed Demon God. The Great Sage-level battle axe was also shattered, and the god melted it into his own weapon.

The same thing happened in Central State.

A powerful figure, wielding a magic bag, frantically devoured the creatures below, massacring eighteen great cities in succession before encountering an ambush in the next ancient city.

The sacred land trembled violently, and a human saint who had been living in seclusion there flew out.

"You are... the ancient king of the Green Ghost Clan, why are you doing this? The Yaochi Covenant is for the coexistence of all races. Do you want to defy the agreement signed by all the Great Saints?" he shouted.

Unfortunately, no one paid him any attention, and a bloody battle quickly broke out.

This day is destined to shake the Big Dipper, will be recorded in history, and may influence the next few hundred years; its significance is profound!

The Saint of the End of Dharma was powerful, but when faced with the encirclement and attack of the ancient race, his strength waned, and he was killed by the combined attack of six holy weapons. His holy blood was spilled in the sky, which was a great disaster.

The turmoil was so intense that even the Western Desert was shaking violently. In the ancient temple on Mount Sumeru, a large bell rang, reverberating through the void.

"I vaguely see the world stained with blood, and countless lives withering away," an old Buddha said, his body enveloped in the power of faith.

On another prayer mat, shrouded in mist, stood a majestic old ape, its face as calm as a still lake, seemingly oblivious to the disturbances of the outside world.

The struggle between living beings has been so since the beginning of time, and it remains so now!

The blood feud spread extremely quickly. At first, it started with the returning ancient kings, but later, it also invaded other ancient races, who harbored great resentment towards the human race.

"What right do some ants below the Holy Realm have to sit on equal footing with us?" someone said coldly. He was all black, eerie and sinister. Now that he had found the Divine City, he was ready to slaughter his way in without any restraint.

This also shows the strength of the Primordial Race. Even though they were wiped out once because of the Star Wars, they still had a large number of Saint-level Ancestral Kings, which could be described as overwhelming the human race and the demon race.

Figures from the Northern Plains, Southern Ridge, and Central Continent tore through the void and descended upon the divine city.

"To reclaim this city for our ancestors!" whispered the ancient king of the Light Clan. He possessed two faces and four hands, and his actions at this moment seemed to be the beginning of some kind of prelude.

"boom!"

An ancient king flicked his sleeve, and hundreds of millions of people wailed as they poured down from the sky, densely packed like raindrops onto the dark altar. This scene was like a living hell!
Without even negotiating, the kings chanted incantations, using the blood and energy of living beings to activate the Dao soldiers of the Great Sage in the Dragon Nest. In an instant, dark light shot into the sky, shocking all living beings.

In just a moment, all living beings within a radius of 100,000 miles of the divine city went mad and fled for their lives, but it was all in vain. Almost instantly, they exploded, and their blood and souls turned into crimson light that drifted toward the altar.

The inter-tribal war that had stalled due to a war outside the region is now being reenacted.

Most fatally, several of humanity's strongest warriors have fled to distant lands, scattered across the Ziwei Star Region and the Taiyang Star Region, leaving them powerless to return.

Another person moved as well, opening the gourd in his hand. Countless living beings fell, some exploding in the void, others crashing to their deaths on the altar, a truly tragic sight.

Meanwhile, the others also took action, each displaying their unique abilities, throwing the captured creatures onto the altar. Their souls blossomed, and countless vibrant lives withered away.

To the Great Sage behind the scenes, these ancient kings were nothing more than pawns, and the amount of blood and energy they needed was enormous.

Of course, with their strength, they could also absorb the essence of the sun, moon, stars, and heaven and earth, but faced with the threat of the Big Dipper, they all chose this bloody method.

As for the killings that resulted, they didn't care about them at all.

In ancient times, tribes were numerous, and wars of annihilation frequently broke out. The killings were not about right or wrong, but only about strength...

(End of this chapter)