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

Chapter 176 How dare you provoke him? Eye Techniques and Thousand Hands

Yan Ming's head glowed, and a foot-long black gourd hung high above. From the gourd's mouth flew out a primordial Dao diagram, and divine energy spread out, like the clanging chains of black gold order of the immortal path, locking the corpse of the Golden Dragon King.

"Fellow Daoist, I appreciate your kindness. However, I am going there to quell the unrest. Please forgive me." He bowed deeply and grasped the Seven Treasures Tree that was trying to fly away.

What else could the Golden King say? He came here without making a move; perhaps he should be thankful, or perhaps he should be saddened.

Under the intimidation of this 'King of Hell', he could only suppress all his thoughts and remain an observer, like an old man with a fishing rod.

It's a pity about the golden dragon, daring to invade the fire spirit's lair...

"Kunzhou, Qianlun and the others are all dead, how dare you!" Huang Jinwu sighed inwardly, feeling sorry for Jinlong.

Beings possessing the bloodlines of two ancient emperors are truly rare, extremely so throughout history.

Why?

The bloodline of the ancient emperors is incomparably domineering, making it difficult for them to bow down to the other side!
For example, in the Fighting Saint Ape clan, once a couple conceives, their offspring will inevitably be Saint Apes. This was true long before the Fighting Saint Emperor attained enlightenment.

The Golden Dragon King's maternal lineage comes from this clan, possessing the bloodlines of two great emperors. He is exceptionally talented and may reach the quasi-emperor realm in the future!

It is lamentable that in the ancient times, the fierce power struggle within the Dragon Nest led to the Golden Dragon being no match for the two Great Saints of the Qianlun lineage, and he fled to distant lands.

Upon their return, they immediately visited the Golden Cave, indicating a close relationship between the two parties and the Golden Clan, suggesting they are essentially of the same ilk.

It's such a shame that it was lost here!
The Golden King pondered, his figure thin and frail. The battle at the Immortal Transformation Pool, in which he was suppressed by the Holy Spirit Quasi-Emperor, was a great loss to him, and his injuries have not yet fully healed.

The one from Jiuli fared even worse; when he was rescued, he could barely control his Dao Transformation aura, and could only be sealed with a Source Technique array...

“Even the Holy Prince and the Heavenly Prince have entered the Sacred Cliff… and that strange woman, she seems to be from the Qilin Clan, her bloodline is no less than that of the two ancient princes, I should also get my position right.” The Golden King watched Yan Ming leave, all the ambition and schemes that had risen in the past few days vanished like flowing water, leaving no ripples.

Situation is stronger than people!
This fire spirit is truly invincible in the years when quasi-emperors are not around!

Just as Yan Ming once told Jiang Tingting, as long as you are strong enough and can dominate the world, even if there are people with ulterior motives, they will have to be honest, work hard to shine, and do their best to help.

The natural order is a mighty, unstoppable current!
Those who follow the trend will prosper, those who oppose it will perish!

At this moment, Yan Ming's golden eyes were filled with the illusion of stars, and the Dao patterns were extremely complex. As far as his eyes could see, he saw a scene of corpses strewn across the land, blood flowing everywhere, and wailing everywhere. Crimson blood stained the earth red.

He witnessed the decline of the nine ancient kingdoms of Zhongzhou, the extinction of the far north, the bloodshed of humans and ice creatures, and the rise of the Golden Family to dominate the northern plains.

He also saw mountains of white bones in the Southern Ridge, which even affected the Demon Emperor's Palace. Many powerful demons died, and some of their direct descendants fled to the ends of the earth, where they were wantonly toyed with and subjected to death games by the Primordial King.

A few powerful demons, possessing the bloodline of ancient races, willingly served as vanguards, following behind the ancient kings, pursuing the dead and expanding their territories.

The sacred lands of the ten directions turned to dust, and billions of living beings turned to ashes!
Lifetime after life!
The struggle between living beings has existed since the time of immortals and since the time of chaos; it has never ceased and will not cease in the future.

"Whales and salamanders swallow boats, while carp and catfish roam in ponds; they're all the same."

Yan Ming watched calmly, his expression indifferent, his eyes flashing with an astonishing light that overshadowed the sun and moon.

His divine sense merged with the Azure Sky, locking onto the ancient king of the Blood Slaughter Domains at an unimaginable speed.

A moment later, all the spatial nodes of the ancient clan's great medicine were clearly identified.

"kill!"

He had only one sentence: to sweep across the Big Dipper, to be the first to tear open space, to disappear from here, and to directly enter a corner of the vast Eastern Wilderness.

Deep within the Sacred Cliff, more powerful figures from the Heavenly Court arrived, and several ancient princes who had attained sainthood also took action, intending to use swift and decisive means to hunt down the ancient king and perform the sacrificial ceremony.

News of the Golden Dragon King's demise has not yet spread completely due to the restriction of the array diagram.

And the only eyewitness, the Golden King, would never voluntarily reveal it!
Otherwise, what awaits the Golden Cave will be a calamity as swift as lightning!
In the southern part of the Eastern Wilderness, the once prosperous land is now a scene of desolation. Many ancient races are heading here, occupying sacred mountains and rivers while searching for a few exiled holy sites hidden in this vast land, hoping to wipe them out in blood.

"Who goes there?" an ancient king shouted, truly sensing something, feeling the space tremble, because in the distance there was a divine light that shook the heavens and the earth, enveloping the vast southern land.

"boom!"

Heaven and earth resonated in harmony, and countless threads of energy descended. The invincible Dao and the murderous intent burst forth, threatening to slaughter all living beings. This terrified the royal capital of the ancient clans, forcing them to flee.

A figure, shrouded in the chaotic light of the Five Elements, projected itself from a great distance, moving at an unimaginable speed, overwhelming the world and instilling fear in everyone.

"This is absolutely invincible in the realm of sainthood; only a supreme saint can defeat him!" A saint king's heart pounded wildly, his body turned icy cold, and he quickly transformed into an ancient sparrow, soaring into the sky with overwhelming demonic energy that swept across thousands of clouds.

"This is... an ancient and exotic species, the Nine Nether Bird. It's a pity that its bloodline is mixed, but it can still be considered a king of blood herbs."

Yan Ming muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with golden light. He looked forward and saw something terrifying. The Nine Nether Sparrow seemed to have been struck by a celestial mirror. It disintegrated amidst its roars, turning into blood and bones. All its essence rushed into the universe and plunged directly into a phantom black gourd.

A single glance was enough to annihilate a Holy King!

This place was shattered, a sight that sent chills down the spines of the other ancient kings. This was the might of the primordial beginnings! How could they possibly wage war against it?

The two sides are not even in the same league; they are worlds apart.

"It's over, it's the Lord of Sacred Cliff, the Heavenly Court's army has arrived..."

"Escape!"

Dao Ming spread throughout the heavens and earth like a tide, chilling the hearts of tens of thousands of ancient races. When they saw who it was, they were almost petrified and scattered like birds and beasts.

This battle cannot continue; if we continue, everyone will die!
In fact, there is little difference between fighting and fleeing; their souls have all been marked with red ink in the Book of Life and Death.

Facing the ancient army that had lost all will to fight, Yan Ming stood with his hands behind his back, not making a move. At this moment, in the vast world, only a few people could catch his eye, and the rest were insignificant.

"Buzz!"

Behind them, a golden crow, seemingly forged from black gold with dragon-like markings, appeared. Every inch of its skin shimmered with dark light, its majestic form overwhelming, leading an army of crow spirits to surround it. "Form the Heaven-Shattering World-Burning Formation!" Lin Dong transmitted his voice. Behind him, a million fire god crows howled, surging towards him like stars surrounding the moon.
The next moment, a huge, pitch-black sun rose, magnificent and dark, with a surging killing intent that boiled like a tsunami, making the whole world tremble. The Dark Golden Crow, which was the core of the formation, rushed to the Heavenly King realm almost instantly, making all the kings tremble with fear. How could they resist?
As the array was activated, entire ancient clans were instantly annihilated, exploding in the flames into blood mist and dust. Boundless blood energy condensed into thick plumes of smoke, soaring into the starry sky and shaking the world.

"Great Sage?" A terrifying aura surged from afar, accompanied by a cold, eerie voice, and a figure rapidly approached.

This was a middle-aged man with a full head of black hair and eyes as deep as obsidian. He had thousands of arms, like a thousand-armed Buddha. His Dao fruition was extremely terrifying, as if it could penetrate through the past, present, and future, and sweep across all the heavens and myriad worlds. The light of his primordial spirit illuminated all directions.

What was shocking was that the Buddha held two bloody corpses in his hands. These were the treasures of the Great Yan Holy Land, and they were howling miserably, their life essence drained away.

Generally speaking, the founder of the Holy Land was only a Great Sage. Compared with the Thousand-Handed Demon God, it was still unknown who would be stronger in a real battle!

As for the descendants of the Holy Land, they are no different from ants in the eyes of a true Great Sage. Even if they summon their inner strength, it will be useless; they can only send out a few more wisps of life force.

"Dare to kill my ancient king? This is courting death. There is no hope of survival. I have even seen the methods of the old Holy Emperor of Battle." This is a figure who is solitary under the starry sky. His aura is terrifying. With every step he takes, the myriad realms seem to pulsate with him. He is like a god cast from black gold!

However, when he saw Yan Ming's face, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his blood was about to freeze, all his killing intent turned into cold air, chilling him from head to toe, and his whole body trembled.

"You are... the Lord of the Holy Cliff Forbidden Zone." He turned and left, completely lacking the will to fight, and began his great escape.

Facing Yan Ming, who possesses multiple ancient imperial weapons, what can one use to confront him head-on? One would absolutely be torn apart by the ancient imperial might; there would be no other possibility.

"Buzz!"

Yan Ming shattered the void and chased after it. Soon, terrifying fluctuations spread out. It was the light of sword flames and the Dao of Flame and Thunder, which almost destroyed the sky. The two powerful forces fought all the way from the Southern Region, and the mountains and rivers were stained with blood. Countless mountains and rivers were destroyed and completely unrecognizable.

Space exploded, and shattered fragments rushed into various realms, allowing many to witness this scene. In an instant, a sound like a mountain roaring and a tsunami raged out. This was the cry of the surviving beings, their mental power all focused on the Purifier.

The Thousand-Handed Demon God destroyed many lineages, not just to replenish his blood energy. He was ambitious and amazed by the countless powerful figures that had emerged from the human race. He wanted to obtain the Myriad Scriptures, refine and integrate them, and thereby gain a chance to advance to the Quasi-Emperor level.

Under such a grand goal, the various sects of Beidou suffered annihilation!

The Crane Clan, Bat Clan, True Demon Sect, Misty Peak, Illusion Palace, Tai Xuan Sect (its branches, main lineage, and several main peaks have migrated to other regions), Xiaoyao Sect, and Yin Yang Sect were all wiped out.

Even the ancient Ji family had its mountain gate destroyed, with millions of descendants killed or injured. The Ji family's Holy Lord also died tragically. If it weren't for the quasi-Emperor level divine might that erupted from the deepest part of the Ji family's ancient palace, which made the invading Great Saint take notice and hesitate to launch a full-scale attack, the Beidou Void lineage might have been wiped out today.

He was also the first ancient clan to inherit the ultimate path during this turmoil, far surpassing even the Golden Dragon.

This was a true demon god, who once roamed the North Star and slaughtered across five regions, yet now he was so terrified and fleeing in disarray, with blood splattering everywhere, a truly shocking sight.

Even a furious counterattack wasn't enough; the Daoist behind him, like a celestial king descending to earth, swept across, his royal-level soul bone glowing, the forbidden secret technique of the Primordial Thunder Dragon reappearing in the mortal world.

"The power of the Nine Heavens is under my control! The heavens will not be covered, and the mysterious thunder will alternate!"

Yan Ming made a hand seal, and with a roar the heavens shook. In an instant, blood thunder trembled, and a majestic thunder spirit dharma image rushed out, with boundless divine power.

"Mystic Thunder Finger!"

In an instant, the five elements reversed, and countless essences of true fire returned to the wood element, then transformed into lightning. A lightning finger quickly took shape, as red as blood, and finally clashed head-on with the Thousand-Handed Demon God.

"boom!"

As space collapsed, the Thousand-Handed Demon God, who was fleeing, had cold eyes. Thousands of divine weapons appeared in his hands, each capable of tearing the sky apart. At the same time, countless void abysses appeared, endless darkness connecting to the dimensional space. They merged with the thousand weapons, enveloping and dancing together, striking forward with boundless power.

The Four Symbols are destroyed!

This is his method; each hand represents a path. If he can collect all 3,600 methods, he might even be able to become a quasi-emperor.

But the Thousand Hands are truly powerless against the existence of eye techniques.

At least it wouldn't work with Yan Ming. The Daoist's soul bone revived, and his Xuan Lei Finger annihilated heaven and earth. His divine might was like a prison, indestructible. The Thousand Hands opposite him tore apart like paper, and a hundred of them broke instantly.

"Mystic Thunder Palm!"

The crimson symbols swept across the mountains and rivers like waves. Yan Ming stepped on the Xingzi Secret and his figure flashed, directly descending to the heavens. A terrifying handprint broke through the air, and lightning splashed up three thousand feet. Life and death were just a snap of the fingers. The demonic hands shattered, turning the Thousand-Handed Demon God into the Hundred-Armed Ni Ge, who was bleeding in the sky.

"You think you can kill me without even using an ancient imperial weapon? You're too arrogant!" The Thousand-Handed Demon God roared. Knowing that there was no way out, he began his last struggle.

"Thousand Hands Soul Shattering Technique!"

A furious roar shook the vast ocean. As a Great Sage, his methods were heaven-defying, and he displayed unparalleled skill at this moment.

The remaining three hundred or so arms emerged from the chaos, unleashing an incredible attack, shooting out countless beams of dark light towards Yan Ming.

Almost simultaneously, his body, as black as gold, emitted countless divine rays, opened its mouth to swallow heaven and earth, refined the origin, and manifested the true meaning of the tortoise swallowing the elephant, intending to swallow the black-haired man whole.

Yan Ming remained indifferent, the imperial bone in his hand glowing as the third divine technique was activated.

With a deafening roar, his platform seemed to surge like an ocean, or thunder like lightning, producing a sound so immense that it shook the entire earth.

As the fourteen heavens descended, in one of the life palaces, the Taoist who was chanting scriptures suddenly rose up and transformed into a dragon. All around him, innate thunder runes appeared in patches, dazzling and composed of imperial patterns, possessing a divine might that could suppress the nine heavens and ten earths!

The thousand-armed demon opposite them changed color, their hearts trembling with shock, and they had a bad feeling. This kind of aura was beyond human power to resist.

"Nine Heavens Tribulation Lightning!" Yan Ming unleashed his Origin Lightning Talisman, and the thunder dragon behind him roared through the heavens, shaking the vast earth. He was enveloped within it, and there appeared as if one celestial river after another, startling the world.

Blood splattered, the Thousand-Handed Demon roared, fighting desperately, but how could it be a match for Yan Ming? Its mind was suppressed by the Imperial Bone, and its last three hundred arms were annihilated by the Thunder Talisman. Blood gushed out, like a crystal-clear dark river roaring.

"Buzz!"

With a soft sound, Yan Ming stepped forward, removed the head from the wounded demon body, and looked at the terrified little divine consciousness figure inside the skull.

"Please forgive me, senior..."

(End of this chapter)