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

Chapter 292 The Ruthlessness of the Western Queen Mother, the Ancient Immortal Scene Reappears

The news that Yan Ming had knocked on the gates of the underworld shocked all walks of life. No one had expected that the first thing Yan Ming would do after his path to immortality was to shake the most mysterious underworld in history.

This news was absolutely earth-shattering, captivating the attention of countless people, even those in the Beidou Life Zone; it was practically a global event.

In the eyes of the world, the underworld is very mysterious, a place where one is born from the dead and seizes all the wonders of creation!

The person who was a master of the Imperial Path in life, and whose physical body was transformed after death, and who attained the Dao once again, was the Underworld Emperor. He was the first one!
His origins are mysterious, and his power is beyond imagination!
In the ancient times, during the primitive era, the underworld was incredibly terrifying and had a supreme reputation.

This life is very special. The Dark Heavenly Court rose up unexpectedly and became the end of another cycle. Later, it even suppressed the original version with piracy. The power of the Sacrifice Cliff grew day by day, while the Underworld gradually declined. It seems incredible to the world, but no one dares to underestimate it.

After all, the deepest part of the underworld is where the legendary Underworld Emperor sleeps, making him the most terrifying being in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

Once that giant is resurrected, the underworld will immediately return to its peak and look down upon the vicissitudes of the mortal world.

Death permeated the air, the underworld was vast and boundless, and many regions were shrouded in endless dark mist, dividing them into different territories. This place was like another universe, where death was the eternal theme, and the black land was endless.

The Dark Quartet arrived quickly, with the sun, moon, and stars appearing beneath their feet. A powerful pressure swept across the entire starry sky.

They ventured deep into the land of evil, crossing rivers of blood, seas of corpses, and worlds of coffins, without any attempt to conceal their true intentions, and followed the path of righteousness!

The number of Yin soldiers along the way was enormous, overwhelming the starry sky. However, when these people saw Yan Ming and his group, they all retreated in terror. No matter how powerful the Yin gods or battle slaves were, they could only tremble under the aura of the Emperor. How could they dare to fight?
This is the supreme power. As long as the blood energy is surging, all living beings will tremble. If the power is released even slightly, those powerful Yin generals will collapse.

Everyone stepped back, as if ants were looking up at a true dragon, deeply feeling their own insignificance.

During this period, powerful war slaves appeared, including some extremely powerful quasi-emperors, but in the end they were all terrified and could not get close, trembling with fear.

"The Heavenly Court has attacked!"

"More than one person."

"Retreat quickly! Go and awaken the sleeping Supreme Being. This will be a battle for the survival of the Underworld."

All three quasi-emperors of the ninth level of the Underworld fled. Faced with Yan Ming, who had a notorious reputation, they couldn't even muster the will to fight. They abandoned their important positions and rushed to the deepest part of the Underworld.

With no leader in sight, a quasi-emperor appeared, becoming the heir to one of the three palaces of Zhenyu, Yama, and Minghuang, and took the lead in the fight against the Dark Heavenly Court.

Instantly, his prestige soared, and many underworld gods and ghost kings submitted to his command.

Then, in full view of everyone, he threw!
"Greetings, Your Majesty and the three ancient ancestors!" Yao Guang bowed, acting as a guide, and knew the treasures of the underworld like the back of his hand.

This place has a long history, with countless collections accumulated over tens of thousands of years in the three main halls. For example, there is an ancient tree planted in the center of the underworld, which is as red as blood, as if it were cast from phoenix blood and gold. Because blood phoenixes appear and entwine around it, this is a kind of divine wood controlled by the underworld, which is specifically used to subdue evil spirits and ghosts.

At the same time, it is also somewhat toxic to the primordial spirit.

Legend has it that this is a rare tree formed from the seeds of death that formed after an immortal died and transformed into a demon, and then grew after being nourished by the blood of a phoenix.

It has an extraordinary origin; there is only one in the world, and there will never be a second one. Like the elixir of immortality, each one is unique.

Yan Ming also saw a kind of magic sunflower grass, which is recorded in ancient books. This plant is said to only grow next to immortal corpses, and it was even preserved in the Yama Palace.

There is also a locust tree that has died of illness, which can nourish a corpse for seven days, guide the soul for seven months, and revive the spirit after seven years, providing immense nourishment to the spirits of the dead.
……

Some of the treasures even moved Yan Ming, but the methods used were mostly unacceptable to the world.

There are also many inscriptions. The ancient Heavenly Court collapsed, but the Underworld was well preserved. It records some past events from mythology to the present day, including some extraordinary figures from ancient times who were guided here after their deaths.

The inscription on one of the stone drums tells the story of a certain ruler of the Underworld Palace, involving one of the Nine Heavenly Venerables.

“The Celestial Venerable Lingbao once ventured deep into this place, causing turmoil in the Underworld, but was repelled by the Underworld Emperor.” Yan Ming’s eyes darted around, showing a deep understanding of this ancient secret.

The guardian general was terrified. Faced with Yan Ming's aura, even as a quasi-emperor, he couldn't withstand it and knelt on the ground. This wasn't from the bottom of his heart; it was merely due to the supreme power.

"boom!"

This eerie calm soon ended. From the depths of the underworld, an ancient figure emerged from the deathly realm, clad in black armor, his entire body jet black, the armor even concealing his face and eyes.

Only the flowing dark light, that chilling imperial aura, even across countless star systems, still sent shivers down one's spine.

The ancient supreme being is born!

"To die or to live?" Yan Ming did not turn around, his expression was very calm, and he was still reading the inscription. A magnificent prison hall stretched out behind him, where a woman stood on the eaves, gazing into the distance, her eyes so cold that they could freeze everything.

"Although he is not the true Underworld Emperor, he also played a part in using the Heavenly Underworld Treasure to cast a curse." A voice devoid of emotion rang out, as if it could cleave through the thirty-three heavens.

"Then kill him."

Yan Ming nodded. The curse of the Holy Body lineage began in the early ancient times. In the more ancient years, there was no such ominous sign as people becoming covered in golden hair in their later years.

The same applies to the red-haired curse of the Yuan Tianshi lineage.

Once Yan Ming reached the Supreme Realm, he naturally knew that there was something fishy going on.

Leaving aside Master Yuan, they were just a group of weaklings, and influencing them was too easy.

However, the Holy Body lineage is different. Even if a forbidden zone being personally casts a spell, it cannot be maintained for a long time, at least not for a life form of the Great Accomplishment Holy Body level.

Only celestial artifacts can do this, but there are limitations.

According to the Martian Holy Body, his divine recitations also mentioned that strange things happened in his later years, but he dispelled them and they did not recur. He eventually died of old age naturally and passed away peacefully in the starry sky.

Furthermore, considering the curse that struck Ye Fan in his second incarnation in the novel *Covering the Sky*, the so-called Holy Body Curse becomes very clear: its source is definitely the Tongtian Nether Treasure!

The Martian Saint Body might have been comparable to the Great Emperor of his time, but he could never have been stronger than Ye Fan in his second life.

The latter encountered something extremely unusual and ominous, most likely a real-time curse personally activated by the Source God, Source Ghost, and that Chaos Blood Monster using a celestial artifact.

When Ye Fan was 18,000 years old in his first life, he also grew a thin layer of golden hair, just like the Martian Holy Body. After it was burned away, it never recurred.

In theory, this curse has its limits and can be broken through conventional means.

"The Holy Spirits of later generations are descendants of that golden sun crow," a cold voice said.

The ancient venerable one, clad in a Nether Iron battle armor, was awakened. He held a Heavenly Halberd in his left hand and supported a black and gold shield with dragon patterns in his other hand. The moment he opened his mouth, deathly energy roared, as if he wanted to kill everything.

His aura was unique, mottled yet ancient, containing the breath of time and accumulating secrets from ancient times to the present. Coupled with the title of the Underworld Emperor, his true nature remained a mystery.

"It seems my ancient ancestor is quite famous; many people know him." Yan Ming smiled, his face becoming even brighter. A flash of blood-red light appeared in his hand, and the Emperor-Slaying Spear flew about. A terrifying aura, even more terrifying than that of the Underworld Supreme, erupted, engulfing this Netherworld. An aura of absolute dominance surged forth, oppressing heaven and earth.

The other three walked over and stood side by side, almost overwhelming everything.

The outer perimeter of the Underworld is black, but the core area is a different story. For example, in the Underworld Emperor's Palace, there is even a spring of life that looks like an endless galaxy falling down and converging into a milky white world.

The place where the Supreme Being sleeps is even more mysterious. It originates from the end of the Calamity Land, where countless ancient steles stand, one after another, like the tombstones of immortals. They are planted all over the starry sky and form a great array, which produces the effect of slowing down time. Otherwise, the Eternal Heavenly Venerable would not have stayed here.

The latter's departure from the Immortal Mausoleum, including the Corpse Emperor's move to the Primordial Ancient Mine, were all attempts to avoid the Underworld Emperor, not because the Underworld environment was unsuitable.

A dark hurricane swept up, boundless and endless, containing supreme laws, terrifying beyond measure.

But facing the Dark Four, an ancient supreme being was truly frail and alone. His aura was suppressed, and the storm that arose without wind was broken apart.

Back in the day, they were at their peak, with the Eternal Heavenly Venerable, Yama Ancient Venerable, Prison Suppressor Emperor, Corpse Emperor, Source God, Source Ghost, and others all gathered together. Now, only one person remains.

"You want to flatten the underworld? Many have tried throughout history, but they all died." The voice of the ancient supreme being resounded throughout the starry sky, shaking the world. The forbidden being's anger sent shivers down everyone's spine.

"You didn't call your friends, are you afraid of exposing the lie?" Yan Ming sighed softly, his eyes like an ancient galaxy, deep and unfathomable, but suddenly sharpened: "I gave you a chance."

"It seems you know quite a bit." The voice coming from beneath the dark armor was even colder, and a heart sank.

He was not the Lord of the Underworld, but another ancient lord from the mythological era. During the war against the heavens, he took charge of the Heavenly Treasure and participated in the turmoil, earning the title of Prison Suppressor.

"boom!"

The heavens and earth trembled as the four attacked together. There was no mythical battlefield duel, only four enormous hands that blotted out the sky.

This was simply divine might, surrounding and killing the master of the underworld, powerful and domineering.

The Prison King made a move, but it couldn't change the fact that he couldn't stop it. He stretched out a giant hand and attacked, but it was instantly blown apart and bled profusely.

"The Dao Seal Represents the World!"

The Western Emperor unleashed the Immortal Tear Green Gold Pagoda, an imperial artifact that seemed to have hung before the creation of heaven and earth. It shot out a bright green light, splitting the void and settling the karmic ties of past lives. She was the first to charge forward.

"when!"

The Prison King, wielding a black halberd, blocked the attack, sparks flying everywhere, and he was nearly sent flying – this was the power of someone who had never severed themselves.

At the same time, the Immortal Bell shook, the laws of time flowed, and Yan Ming also made his move, thrusting out a spear that slayed the emperor. There was no way to avoid it, and it directly tore through the Nether Iron Battle Armor and pierced through the Supreme's body.

Both Dark Saints also plunged down, venturing deep into the Netherworld, and launched their most powerful attack.

In the land of Calamity, a torrential rain fell, gods and demons roared, and the four Dark Emperors cast spells together, creating a terrifying spectacle that caused numerous strange phenomena, plunging the world into darkness and eclipsing the sun and moon!
"Oh!"

Even the mighty ruler of the underworld could not withstand it. Blood splattered on the treacherous land, his battle armor shattered, and he was instantly severely injured. The ghostly soldiers and generals in the distance were all terrified and utterly disheartened.

The three hall masters were furious; the 'Emperor of the Underworld,' on whom they had placed such high hopes, had fallen so quickly!

From another perspective, this also demonstrates the terrifying nature of the Prison Emperor. Despite being so corrupt, it survived the devastating attack from Yan Ming and his companions, and even managed to withstand the onslaught, showcasing the formidable power of its defenses.

"It can't even achieve the ultimate sublimation," the Queen Mother of the West said mercilessly.

"Yes, I am old." The Prison King stood up, black blood spilling from his mouth. Leaning on his battle halberd, he said, "If you hadn't come, I wouldn't have been able to hold on much longer. Even sealing my immortal source can't stop time."

His tone was weary; despite being severely injured, he showed no signs of despondency. Four imperial-level experts saw him off, making it a grand funeral.

Over the years, he remained asleep, allowing the Dark Heavenly Court to grow stronger without ever targeting him, because his condition was extremely poor. Only the Immortal Emperor's jar of Phoenix Blood could attract him, causing him to briefly revive.

However, the return of a peak-level Great Accomplishment Saint Body thwarted all of the undercurrents' schemes.

The Four Dark Emperors pressed forward, tearing through time and space from the ancient era of ignorance. Each step brought an illusion, and their footsteps echoed across the land of Calamity. The land was densely covered with imperial array patterns, but they could not stop them even half a step.

With a soft sound, the Immortal-Slaying Gourd revived on its own. The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass inside, which had been refined, glowed. The deity, nourished by the dark matter, sighed and almost merged with the grass.

At this moment, it really feels like the ancient times have reappeared, except that back then it was the immortal kings of other realms besieging and killing the Nine Heavens Immortal Kings.

But now we live in a degenerate age of Dharma!

Equally terrifying, equally oppressive, similar endings—a blood-stained tapestry!

(End of this chapter)