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

Chapter 265 Surviving Two Tribulations in Succession, Quasi-Emperor Sixth Heaven
The accumulated ruins of the Heavenly Court are very profound, containing not only some imperial scriptures, but also insights left behind by later imperial figures.

Even the elixir of immortality was copied, the dazzling golden hibiscus, the fiery red Vermilion Bird plant, the imprint indelible, looking so alluring, still retaining a terrifying vitality to this day.

Further away, a golden divine bird, with roots growing from its feet, rose from the hibiscus branch and landed on Yan Ming's shoulder, radiating an immortal glow.

This is the elixir of immortality that Yan Ming has always wanted most!
"The Vermilion Bird Elixir of Immortality, the Golden Crow Ancient Medicine, the Wutong Immortal Wood, the Ancient Kun Tree..."

Yan Ming's golden eyes darted around, and he saw those immortal elixirs that no longer existed in this world, and he couldn't help but sigh.

There have been roughly thirty kinds of elixirs of immortality throughout the ages, but in this era, even including those from forbidden zones, the number is unlikely to exceed twenty.

The rest have all disappeared into the river of time.

Just like the Golden Crow Immortal Elixir, upon reaching this realm, Yan Ming's immortal Golden Crow bloodline reverted to a terrifying degree, and he also monopolized the Golden Crow fortune of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

At this moment, standing in the ancient celestial palace, his primordial spirit sensed that a mysterious energy was descending, a cry of a crow that transcended eternity, resonating with people of this world.

That miraculous herb has been destroyed!

Throughout the nine heavens and ten earths, only this ancient celestial palace bears the mark of lightning, its physical form no longer visible.

Yan Ming had anticipated this, so he wasn't too surprised, but he felt sorry for him. After all, it was a celestial medicine from the same source as his own, and it was a real pity that he couldn't obtain it.

Yan Ming killed the woodcutter and obtained a fragment of his primordial spirit.

The other party was a trendsetter of his time, who obtained the ruins of the ancient Heavenly Court and thus soared to great heights. Throughout history, this is considered the most superior kind of destiny for immortality, surpassing even that of the Rongcheng Clan in some respects.

This is also why the old Taoist respected the Emperor, and he once replied to the Immortal Empress by saying that this place belonged to the descendants of the ancient Heavenly Court.

However, with his defeat and death, this palace-like complex changed its flag once again!
Yan Ming's primordial spirit shone brightly, and his golden eyes, shaped like Dao Tribulation, looked down upon the starry river, locking onto the Golden Crow Divine Medicine formed from lightning elements. In an instant, golden light flowed, and the Golden Crow roared, drawing refined gold energy from heaven and earth, from nothingness!

Turn the abstract into the concrete!

This is the pinnacle of Yin Escape. It recreates the wood essence, covering the roots, and the golden light overwhelms the sky, so dazzling that a real medicinal king rises from the ground, exuding a rich fragrance.

"A creation from the void..." The powerful figures of the Heavenly Court were quite surprised. This Golden Crow Herb of Thunder Element had actually transformed into a wooden body, reversing the five elements, a rare occurrence in the world.

"Hey!"

A drop of ancestral crow blood, imbued with immortal energy, fell and entered the body of the Golden Crow Medicine. Then, a golden sun rose up, breaking away from the Heavenly Palace complex with a thunderous roar, and soared directly into the outer reaches of the Nine Heavens.

Perhaps in the future, we can cultivate a demigod herb!
As for elixirs of immortality, they are extremely difficult to find, unless one can find even a fragment of the Golden Crow Immortal Elixir...

Later, several quasi-emperors from the Heavenly Court joined forces and covered the Heavenly Abyss with the Nine Li Map, taking away all the ruins of the ancient Heavenly Court. After a few flashes, they disappeared along with the palaces. They entered the Solar Domain and moved the Heavenly Palace complex into the Immortal Ruins for sealing!

Deep within the dark cliffs, teams of powerful warriors pierced the starry sky, flying towards the star field where the pseudo-divine court was located, to transport the spoils of their forces back.

In this battle, the Divine Court and the Dao Palace were destroyed one after another. The Heavenly Court's exposed strength was enough to make it the number one power in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, overpowering the Phoenix Nest. Yan Ming's reputation grew even stronger, and in many places, he could stop children from crying.

The infamous reputation accumulated over millions of years in the underworld's Yama Palace has been reversed in this lifetime!
More and more people fear the Dark Heavenly Court, and at some point, Yan Ming was given the title of 'Ten Yama Kings'.

This turmoil lasted for a long time.

The high-ranking officials of the Heavenly Court have successively gone into seclusion. This is a chaotic world where the laws of survival are cruel, and everyone is seizing the time to cultivate and improve their realm.

The Heavenly Palace Complex consists of palaces such as the Dragon Transformation Pool, the Ten Thousand Demon Tower, the Golden Bitter Sea, the Pill Tower, and the Military Hall.

These are all legendary palaces recorded in ancient books. They contain not only secret artifacts but also Taoist books, which are of immeasurable value. It is a pity that no remnants or waste pills of the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill were found in the Pill Tower, presumably because they were consumed by the woodcutter and his disciples and followers.

After flying from the Pill Tower into the Immortal Ruins, Yao Chen forgot to eat and sleep, immersing himself in the research, completely absorbed and captivated by the wonder of it all.

The same is true for Prince Yan of the Immortal Ruins. Over the years, his skills in alchemy have become increasingly refined, and he has the demeanor of a grandmaster, making great strides toward the path of a quasi-emperor.

Other alchemists, such as Yin Tiande and Zhou Tong, also studied here diligently. Occasionally, someone would be radiant with light, indicating that their cultivation was improving. The ancient Heavenly Court ruins were a true treasure trove of immortals.

In addition, the Central Heavenly Palace itself is a supreme treasure, because it is engraved with supreme Dao array patterns, with one symbol after another shining, which are part of the Emperor's Dao pattern achievements.

The Heavenly Court's array masters personally went deep into the area and examined it closely. They discovered that the Heavenly Palace's restrictions were flawed and differed significantly from the Emperor's Killing Array in Kunlun Immortal Land. The root cause was probably the battle that led to the collapse of the ancient Heavenly Court.

"What a pity."

The young monk, who was chosen by the Great Buddha Moke to be the next master of Mount Sumeru, sighed softly, revealing a terrifying talent for the art of array patterns.

Seeing that the immortal artifacts were incomplete, he sighed deeply, for if it were a perfect Emperor-level killing formation, it would be enough to shatter the heavens.

"The world changes, the sea turns to mulberry fields, even the immortal cauldron has shattered into countless pieces, so what's so surprising about the Heavenly Palace being flawed? It's all just a speck of dust, not worth a second glance." Duan De arrived, hands behind his back, and stepped into the ancient Heavenly Palace with an air of superiority.

As soon as the unscrupulous Taoist entered, all those who were experts in array patterns looked at him and laughed. It had been a long time since they had seen this tomb raider.

Longma, who had sneaked out of the Imperial Stables, teased, "Duan De, you've got another new scar!"

Duan De did not respond, but said to the monks who were temporarily in charge, "I have made great progress these days, and I heard that you have obtained the ruins of the ancient Heavenly Court, so I came to take a look." Then he took out various professional archaeological equipment and put on a high-grade Taoist robe made of Thousand Illusion Star River Divine Sand Silk.

Yang Xi winked and shouted, "Uncle Duan, you must have been beaten by the grave ghosts again, and you've come here asking for help and medicine."

Duan De glared and protested, "Nephew, how could you slander someone's innocence like this..."

"What innocence? I heard from Ye Tong that someone saw you carrying the Devouring Demon Jar to rob a tomb, being chased by the Yin God in the Demon Emperor's Tomb, losing half your body, and being chased and bitten by corpse worms nurtured by the Emperor's evil aura."

The unscrupulous Taoist priest blushed, veins bulging on his forehead, and argued, "Archaeology cannot be considered tomb raiding... I am a researcher with lofty ideals, and everything I do is to restore the truth of history... How can that be considered tomb raiding?"

Then came a series of incomprehensible phrases, such as "taking it upon ourselves to straighten out the progress of humanity and to reproduce the past history of the Demon Emperor through the underground cemetery," which made Yang Xi, Zhang Qingyang, and others burst into laughter, filling the Central Heavenly Palace with a joyful atmosphere.

Even Yan Song chuckled softly, while the handsome monk beside him whispered about the fat Taoist's miserable fate from the waist down. From that day on, Duan De earned the nickname "Duan Gen Taoist" in the starry sky.

Xiao Song blinked her big eyes and, after the banter and jokes in the hall had ended, secretly sent him an ancient medicinal herb, hoping he would recover from his injuries.

When Duan De realized what was happening, his face turned green. Who on earth was slandering him, an elder?
Over the years, he has repeatedly ventured into tombs, braving life and death. Was it easy for him?

His eyes darted around and immediately locked onto a shiny bald head not far away. He instantly realized which bastard was talking badly about Xiaosong and immediately started chasing after Huahua.

This little brat is practically a Buddha, a legitimate member of the ancient monk lineage, and he's still so irresponsible.

“Uncle Duan, I see your forehead is dark, you may be in danger of bloodshed in the near future,” Hua Hua said with a solemn and dignified appearance, like a high-ranking monk. When Duan De came after him, he looked at Duan De’s forehead with concern and said, “It just so happens that I recently had a secret spiritual connection with the Qianzi. I am willing to share your worries. Give me that jar, it is the source of the disaster. I will go to the Demon Emperor’s Tomb for you.”

“You little rascal, you’re inherently wicked. You couldn’t hide your true colors. I knew you were full of bad intentions. Even if you became a Buddha, you’d still be immoral. You actually ruined my reputation in front of Xiao Song.” Duan De rolled his eyes. He knew this kid was still obsessed with the jar.

"Uncle Duan, may I speak to you in private..."

Hua Hua speaks of gentleness, and behind her shines a blazing Buddha light, which is the key to connecting the dark heavenly court and Mount Sumeru.

A few days ago, Moke entered the sacrificial cliff, touched the position of the sage, and shocked the temples of the Western Desert. With this great merit, Huahua was able to temporarily hold power over Mount Sumeru and manage internal and external affairs.

Dahei and Xiaohei entered a side hall, where Huahua revealed the truth: they wanted to excavate the ancient mausoleum of the Vermilion Bird clan, and at the same time, they had initiated a project to build the tombs of the Eight Divine Generals. The two major projects could be carried out simultaneously.

"The Demon Emperor's Tomb is too filled with evil energy. It's not time to force it open. We should find another way."

"That seems to make some sense."

The fat Taoist priest stroked his double chin, reflecting on the extremely generous offerings he had received from the Heavenly Court over the years as an original shareholder of the Earth system. He pondered the Vermilion Bird Mausoleum and Divine General Tomb projects proposed by Hua Hua.

"Damn it! The Eight Great Generals of the Primordial Era. Legend has it that there was an unparalleled god among them who could rival the ancient emperors. His mausoleum must be absolutely amazing."

Autumn winds rise and fall, and sixty years pass in the blink of an eye. Beyond the realm, a giant, pure white lotus, bearing the power of faith, stretches across the universe. At the heart of the lotus, a celestial lamp shines brightly, revealing the twenty-four heavens. Within each flame, the phantom of a deity chants scriptures, runes fill the sky, and ethereal sutras resound throughout the land.

Yan Ming remained seated atop the sacrificial cliff, refining the remnants of the great battle and comprehending his own Dao and Dharma. The previous battles had greatly influenced him.

For more than sixty years, he has been pondering and comprehending!

Finally, he opened his eyes, stood up, glanced at the majestic Heavenly Palace on the horizon, and then saw the little girl under the Enlightenment Tea Tree. A tender look flashed in his eyes.

"grandfather!"

"Father."

Time flies, and Yan Ming's eldest son Yan also got married and had a daughter, Xiao Xiao. She was born with the ability to slay demons and possessed a terrifying alien bloodline. At this moment, the little girl looked at him with her big, black gem-like eyes.

The gentle woman beside him held her daughter's hand, her attitude very reserved.

Cai Lin's identity is very humble; she is a demoness at the third level of the Immortal Platform in the Kunlun Immortal Land on Earth. She never expected to have a karmic connection with the Crown Prince in the forbidden area.

When she first entered the Immortal Ruins, she received a gift that transformed her from an ordinary demon into a Nine-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python, a top-tier bloodline comparable to the ancient Heavenly Serpent and the Teng Serpent.

"Previously, Jinglian was ordered to suppress the Golden Serpent Clan and obtained some fine items." Yan Ming took out a delicate array diagram with four swords attached.

During the years he was in seclusion, the Pure Lotus Demon Saint of the Ziwei Star Domain accumulated profound knowledge. After refining the Teng Snake's origin, he broke through the barrier and transformed into the Heavenly Serpent Quasi-Emperor, surpassing the Stone Man Ao Mang, who was highly regarded and possessed the Heaven-Mending Technique.

The beautiful woman standing to the side paused, recognizing it as the suppressed Tengshe Formation Diagram, a magical artifact left behind by a peak quasi-emperor, which had been so easily taken out.

"It's too valuable," Cai Lin said, somewhat apprehensive.

Yan Ming didn't mind, knowing that his daughter-in-law was always cautious in front of him, especially since she had never given birth to a descendant with the blood of the Golden Crow Emperor, which made her even more cautious.

It should be noted that even Yan did not inherit much of the Golden Crow bloodline, so Cai Lin's sense of guilt is unfounded.

After helping Xiaoxiao refine the Tengshe Formation Diagram, Yan Ming drifted away and appeared on the edge of the universe to undergo his own great tribulation.

He killed many powerful figures, including the Old Golden Crow and the Woodcutter. After sixty years of enlightenment and the consolidation of the Twenty-Four Heavens, his Dao reached a new height.

Yan Ming's tribulation was not a single tribulation, but two quasi-emperor tribulations simultaneously. Although his cultivation time was not very long, his accumulation was deep enough and his killing was terrifying enough. He truly walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

He broke through from the fourth level of Quasi-Emperor to the sixth level, unparalleled in the world. Endless lightning and raging fire filled the sky, and a vast Sun Immortal Realm suppressed and surrounded him.

Is that all the power you've got?

Yan Ming shook his head, calm and composed. After sixty years of cultivation and refining his enemies, his magical power had increased to an unprecedented level, especially at the Sendai, where he had almost reached the golden stage of the Dao Tribulation, resulting in a terrifying boost.

He didn't consider the two tribulations a difficulty. In fact, it was extremely rare for a Quasi-Emperor to undergo tribulations consecutively; it was almost unprecedented. How could someone at that level possibly undergo tribulations in succession?

Normally speaking, the Quasi-Emperor Tribulation really requires one to endure it layer by layer, and the further one goes, the more difficult it becomes. Each layer can trap a cultivator for many years, or even until death.

But someone like Yan Ming, who broke through realms one after another in less than two hundred years, is truly a rare sight in the world!

At the edge of chaos, Yan Ming was completely clear, his whole being like gold condensed from the Dao Tribulation. His aura surged, and his blood roared like a sea, making him seem like a god or demon.

"boom!"

In an instant, accompanied by a deafening roar, his forehead shone brightly, and a terrifying waterfall of primordial spirit surged forth. His Daoist thoughts were boundless, and this heavenly tribulation could not stop him. His soul light transformed into a golden ancient crow of Dao tribulation, which flapped its wings and soared upwards, piercing through all the thunder and fire seas and shattering the vast chaotic world.

The Chaos Bell, the Burning Lamp, and the War Spear danced with him!
On the surface, it represents the accumulation of sixty years, but in reality, it is backed by the Daoist light of quasi-emperors such as the woodcutter, the old golden crow, and the bearded giant.

Within the spiritually connected Divine Mark Purple Gold Lamp, these defeated enemies melted away, transforming into boundless lamplight, which became nourishment for the Golden Immortal Platform of the Dao Tribulation...

(End of this chapter)