Covering the Heavens: Starting from the First Great Emperor

Chapter 127 Cut Through

Puff puff puff!

Four ear-piercing cracking sounds rang out in succession, and the four powerful Immortal Kings bled profusely as their chests began to explode.

As Xu Yuanming took a step forward, a scroll seemed to turn in the darkness, gathering together fragments of past history.

With a single stroke of his hand, countless eons ago, thunder roared, and the light of immortality illuminated the heavens and earth, piercing the vast universe.

A young man, expressionless, held a celestial sword high above his head, and thrust it out, attempting to shatter the boundary and ascend to the heavens.

Just then, the True Immortal Tribulation, which had already been overcome, surged again, and three immortal swords appeared from the dark clouds.

The young man was shocked. His natal sword had already transformed into a true immortal sword, which he raised high above his head.

The most powerful sword technique in this world was displayed, and it appeared extremely exquisite to the eyes of the world. Countless people were drawn into enlightenment upon seeing it.

But it's still far from enough.

A near-Immortal Emperor-level Immortal King arrives across time and space, influencing destiny, allowing history to be altered, and unafraid of incurring karmic consequences.

With a flick of his hand, three flying swords shot out simultaneously.

The first sword strike shattered the young man's natal immortal sword.

The second sword strike shattered the young man's sword immortal physique.

The third sword strike shattered the young man's immortal primordial spirit.

At this point, the heavenly tribulation ceased.

Only one corpse rolled down from the top of the universe and fell to earth.

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puff!
The supreme being wielding the immortal sword coughed up a mouthful of blood, and a hideous blood hole suddenly appeared in his body, which was about to transform into a quasi-immortal emperor.

It wasn't over yet. The light of the Quasi-Immortal Emperor deep within his primordial spirit dimmed instantly, and his realm, which was only one step away from transformation, was instantly knocked down.

"Ah..."

He roared, his past severed, a crucial point vanished in time and space, filling him with fear and making him unwilling to fight the person before him any longer.

run!
Wherever he goes, as long as he can survive, that's enough. He still wants to become emperor; he can't fall here!

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A large bridge spans the starry sky on both sides, and every grain of sand in the endless river is a star.

There are two main roads directly in front of the bridge.

There were no hints, nothing was different.

They are two identical bridges.

On the bridge, a boy sat cross-legged, his arms pressing down on a chessboard between his legs.

This game of chess has been going on for who knows how long, after all, time is insignificant to the universe, it seems to have no concept.

Even though this young man's cultivation level was shallow, he was still above true immortals here.

"found it!"

The boy smiled, and just as he was about to place the black chess piece in his right hand, his hand suddenly trembled, and blood oozed from between his eyebrows.

In a moment of confusion, the chessboard on his legs split open from top to bottom, and each black piece was interconnected and shattered together.

The boy was stunned for a long time, staring blankly at the chessboard that had slipped from his legs. Finally, he stood up, faced the starry river, and sighed deeply.

"Hoping there will be successors..."

After saying that, at the end of the starry sky, the boy's body slid down and was shattered by the endless void.

"What am I doing?"

A clear, ethereal voice echoed from deep within the bridge.

It was an old man who slowly opened his eyes and murmured to himself.

"It seems we've finally found our destined one, someone from several eras ago..."

After a long while, he shivered. This natural yet unnatural feeling terrified him, as if someone was remotely controlling him from behind.

"My lord... what is this?"

A young servant approached the old man.

"Don't overthink it, don't ask too many questions, don't..."

Before he could finish speaking, his body began to shatter into pieces, scattering divine light.

"With the 'King' taking action... we can defy fate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a supreme immortal at the pinnacle of this world died. After years of silence, the opportune moment he had been waiting for was cut off from the future and sent to the past.

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The eerie, supreme eye that had been making underhanded moves since the start of the battle trembled.

This wasn't like the strange and supreme being wielding the immortal sword, who directly slew everyone. Instead, it was a process that concealed a beautiful, sincere, and important time from the inside out, burying everyone in the dust of history.

"Hahaha……"

He burst into laughter, his primordial spirit becoming tainted with dust.

The butcher was silent for a moment, then finally uttered two words.

"crazy."

The Immortal Kings stood silently by, terrified to witness a supreme powerhouse on the path to becoming a Quasi-Immortal Emperor suffer a mental breakdown, even though it wasn't directed at them.

But everyone knew perfectly well that from then on, there would be someone who would weigh heavily on their heads, someone that no one in the myriad realms could compare to.

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"Is this the scripture for cultivation?"

In a dilapidated wooden hut in the mountains, a ragged little beggar licked his lips.

He's really lucky today; he actually dug up a cultivation technique from a grave.

This story, which seemed straight out of a novel, actually happened to him!

The little beggar turned the first page of the book on kung fu and his face turned green.

"If you want to practice this skill, you must first leave the palace."

His body was trembling. He had been wandering for more than ten years and thought he could reach the pinnacle of life with this scripture, but he never expected it to be such a scripture.

Several hours later, the little beggar seemed to have made up his mind. He took a rusty, blunt knife and slashed hard.

With a pitiful scream, the hilt of the knife fell to the ground, but blood continued to flow from where it should have disappeared, showing no sign of breaking.

The pain overwhelmed his brain, and he eventually lost consciousness.

After waking up, the little beggar remained silent. He tried to convince himself, and finally picked up the blunt knife again, knowing that practice makes perfect.

He successfully chopped it off; he was numb, and the pain couldn't stop him from moving forward.

He climbed to the front of the manual and struggled to turn to the next page.

It was white. He didn't believe it and turned to another page.

It's still white.

The little beggar trembled all over and frantically flipped through the pages.

White, white, and still white...

Not a single word.

Finally, he turned to the last page, where black ink rolled across the white paper.

The little beggar let out a choked laugh, believing that the key lay in this technique.

Upon closer inspection, a line of cold and indifferent sentences was written on it.

There's no such thing as a free lunch. This is a lesson for you.

After reading it, his eyes darkened, and he collapsed into a pool of blood.

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The last supreme immortal king smiled helplessly.

For him now, gender makes no difference; whether he is male or female makes no difference; and whether that part of him exists or not makes no difference.

But that feeling was as if I had truly returned to the past, to a time when I had never cultivated. That feeling welled up in my heart.

He was powerless, smiling to the side, neither attacking nor running away, his eyes somewhat vacant.

The other Celestial Kings also fell silent. To be honest, treating them like this now was indeed quite ordinary.

But what if...

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Xu Yuanming exhaled a breath of turbid air, the scroll in his hand still unfurling, with thousands of sword energies weaving through it.

It's not just a single point in time; with each strike, countless moments in the past are disrupted.

The three strange and supreme primordial spirits were drawn in, and their fates at this moment were like a blade of grass, with nowhere to attach themselves, drifting in the wind and being picked by anyone.

Snapped!
The measuring rod struck again, attempting to overturn the scroll of fate.

brush brush...

One after another, streams of light were separated by Xu Yuanming at the past nodes, and three beings that looked exactly like the strange and supreme being manifested and attacked the red-haired old man.

Xu Yuanming himself remained unchanged, using the chessboard of fate to manipulate the strange destinies of the three.

If he were currently in the Quasi-Immortal Emperor realm, the three people before him would already be dead.

Of course, Xu Yuanming also placed these three people in the realm of Quasi-Immortal Emperors.

Ultimately, no matter how powerful a Celestial King is, interfering with history that has already occurred, even changing its course, and forcing the fate of one world connected to all the heavens and myriad realms to be altered, is a terrifying thing.

Even a quasi-immortal emperor would not easily come into contact with such karma, as it would damage one's cultivation in a way that disregards all dimensions and all time-space nodes. Only a truly supreme being can ignore it.

However, the supreme Celestial Emperor does not need to make such a move; the mere expression of his thoughts is enough to initiate a great battle that has lasted for countless years.

It could be in the blink of an eye, or it could be hundreds or thousands of epochs.

This creature is beyond comprehension; it is a true being beyond the scope of understanding, and its power is indescribable.

Xu Yuanming is currently only a Celestial King, yet he already possesses this characteristic, allowing him to completely interfere with the process using his Celestial King body.

Rewriting history is not about taking advantage of time and space, like when the Crimson King tried to kill Shi Hao, but about completely erasing his power from the past.

Xu Yuanming put away the scroll of destiny, and countless particles of various colors floated all over his body. Each of them was interconnected and represented a different destiny. It was terrifying, and even a single one could crush a vast universe.

Behind him, there seemed to be thousands upon thousands of supreme beings, each one a being who transcended chaos and opened their eyes. Each one was a being that surpassed even the giants.

The light of the Great Dao flickered, and a sword intent pierced through the heavens and earth, traveling through the long river of time and space, fixing this place in place.

The Immortal Sword is fleeing in a strange and unpredictable manner. In just a moment, it has already traversed countless worlds. It is heading towards the Boundary Sea, wanting to go deep into the ultimate ancient palace and obtain the protection of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor!
slow!
too slow!
The speed of an unparalleled immortal king was far too slow. Before the sword light of fate, he was like a tortoise, passing through everything in the world and obliterating countless laws of the Great Dao.

If this sword were to fall into the Boundary Sea, it would surely cause a great upheaval, causing countless great worlds to sink.

Every ray of sword light refracted and lingered in the long river of time, piercing the past, slashing towards the future, and finally locking onto the time of this place, sealing off all space, and slicing off the strange and supreme head of the immortal sword!
The strange and supreme being wanted to fight back, but just as the thought arose, his body suddenly went limp. He looked down and saw that his hands had been broken off at some point.

Reaching this level, the so-called rebirth through blood is no exaggeration, but it was of no use. No matter what forbidden techniques he used, he could not best heal his injuries.

"what!!"

Sword light shone within the primordial spirit, not from the past, the future, or even from the present, but it had always been there.

Forcibly grafting fate onto us.

Fate is not something that can be used to carry out a deeper level of destruction, but rather something that intersects with fate.

Fate is in my own hands; it is what I, Xu Yuanming, wield; it is what I decide!
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Xu Yuanming withdrew his gaze. In everyone's sight, he had never moved, but simply stood in place and stretched out his hand. A supreme being had died mysteriously.

It was too bizarre and impossible to defend against, almost like a curse. Yet Xu Yuanming was upright and honest, never concealing his desires during battle. Every attack he made was traceable, but he was simply impossible to counter.

No matter your thousand spells or myriad paths, I will break them all.

Xu Yuanming was confident of victory. He raised his hand again, and the strange and powerful creature that was attacking him was immediately frozen in place.

He snapped his fingers.

With a snap, everything around that supreme expert vanished, as if he had never been there at all.

The butcher realized something and muttered to himself.

“Exiled! He has been removed from this era. Now he is a lamb to the slaughter. If given the chance, let alone a true immortal, even a human cultivator or a mortal who has never cultivated could kill him!”

"So how big is this opportunity you're talking about? In the end, people who haven't entered the Immortal King realm won't know how big the gap between different realms is. The previous small realm crossing was simply laughable. It can be said that just one Immortal King is equivalent to several major realms. Let alone the Human Realm, how can even a True Immortal make a move?"

A tycoon's voice was low; he was unwilling to believe this reality.

Why bother?

The last one, the strange and supreme one, was utterly helpless. Seeing his fellow Daoist fall beside him, his expression was dazed. Gradually, he regained some of his senses, his lips trembled, and his voice was filled with endless sorrow.

His figure gradually became ethereal, his true existence grew shallower and shallower, and in the end he lost his way and could not find a way out.

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The red-haired old man coughed twice. The injuries suffered by those three supreme beings were much weaker than his. As a former quasi-immortal emperor and Dao ancestor, he was really too difficult to kill.

The complete characteristics of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor forced Xu Yuanming to be cautious. Many special nodes were fixed, and with his current strength, he was not yet able to fight against a true Quasi-Immortal Emperor. He could only attack from the sidelines and target certain areas.

The battle between the two lasted too long, spanning from the past to the future, with Xu Yuanming employing various ingenious techniques to suppress them.

Almost all the top creatures in the Boundary Sea have gathered together.

Xu Yuanming's methods are astonishing, and even now, he remains dressed in pristine white robes.

The red-haired old man before them, and the three Supreme Beings who had died earlier, could only buy time; in terms of strength, they were no match for this young man.

Suddenly, the young man grabbed the measuring ruler and pressed it down hard.

The Measuring Ruler finally couldn't withstand the pressure and exploded with a bang. Both fist light and sword light arrived and passed through the red-haired old man's body.

Before he could recover, Xu Yuanming held the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Dao Fruit in his hand.

(End of this chapter)