Covering the sky: Great Accomplishment Tyrant Body

Chapter 373 The Birth of the Mysterious Progenitor

His Great Dao Fruit was crystal clear and dazzling, like the first signs of all things.

His appearance signifies that Xiao Ping'an has truly reached the Immortal Emperor realm, achieving Great Perfection.

On this day, Xiao Ping'an, amidst the long river of time, seemed to have a preordained connection.

Xiao Ping'an, from countless eras, seemed to have awakened, as if he had emerged from a deep state of enlightenment.

They slowly opened their eyes.

They converged on the place where Xiao Ping'an was.

All the figures merged with Xiao Ping'an, as if it had taken millions of years to complete the fusion, or as if it had only taken a moment.

He truly stepped into the realm of the Immortal Emperor.

He was extremely excited to feel that supreme power and the wonder of this realm.

Just as he was about to thank that supreme being, a terrifying apocalyptic scene appeared before him.

Suddenly, a terrible change began to occur across the entire plateau.

It was all because of that mysterious, supreme being.

At this moment, the handsome and dashing man became extremely terrifying.

Various colors of foul blood flowed from his nine orifices and seven pores, and his body emitted all sorts of terrifying mists.

His body and spirit began to rot, growing long hair of various colors.

His body emanated an extremely eerie and ominous aura.

His voice also became low and terrifying, a hoarse voice that seemed to rot the whole world.

"The day of reckoning has come!"

Rumble.

An extremely eerie aura erupted, and countless crimson and black lightning bolts intertwined, exploding across the plateau.

The man was no longer recognizable; he had become the most terrifying creature in the world, countless times more terrifying than the progenitor of all monsters.

buzzing.

Within Xiao Ping'an's body, countless mysterious runes within the jar seemed to have been activated, appearing on their own to protect Xiao Ping'an's body and primordial spirit.

Those radiant runes exuded the supreme aura of the Great Dao, isolating the extremely strange and terrifying aura.

Xiao Ping'an silently watched the bizarre degeneration of that supreme being.

He trembled uncontrollably, his face filled with horror.

Although he had a premonition of the fall of this supreme being, he still found it hard to accept when the day actually came.

Under the protection of the urn containing the ashes, Xiao Ping'an carefully observed the man, trying to see through everything.

Black blood, gray blood, green blood, golden blood...

Ten different colors of terrifying and bizarre substances appeared on the man's body; they were all the most primal and powerful bizarre substances.

As Xiao Ping'an watched the ten most terrifying and bizarre substances of later generations truly take shape, he realized that things were already beyond redemption.

This means that the ten most bizarre progenitors will inevitably emerge in the future.

Just like an inevitable calamity.

Xiao Ping'an was fortunate to come to this era and this place, and to witness all of this with his own eyes.

He also took this opportunity to carefully understand the difference between these strange primordial substances and the initial strange substances in the urn.

Carefully perceive its characteristics.

He used the initial form of that strange substance from the urn to cultivate, and has now gained immunity to it.

As strength increases, one will inevitably become immune to higher-level strange substances.

If we can bring this back, it will definitely help more powerful individuals undergo transformation and help them become immune to this high-level, strange substance.

Rumble.

An extremely eerie aura surged forth, accompanied by a terrifyingly bizarre road that blotted out the sky and enveloped the entire plateau.

That terrifying fluctuation of the Great Dao can flow along the long river of time, polluting endless ancient history and the future, plunging the entire river of time into darkness.

Fortunately, this supreme holy spirit is not here to destroy the entire world.

Even when he was seriously ill and incurable, he remained rational.

Although the body and spirit have become a source of strangeness, it still tries its best to control the manner and intensity of the pollution.

The long river of time has not polluted everything, nor has this eerie plateau. This courtyard remains sacred and peaceful.

Although this eerie plateau, with large areas polluted and seemingly on the verge of destruction and collapse due to violent tremors, still retains its basic form.

The man was still doing his best to control everything and prevent it from harming other places.

Pollutants accumulated over the long course of time are being collected as much as possible.

The strange substances in the strange plateau were also confined within its boundaries and then forcibly imprisoned.

The man did his best to remain clear-headed and said to Xiao Ping'an in a calm tone, "You should leave now."

"You must cultivate diligently, and one day become a being above the path of sacrifice, and then awaken my dormant wisdom."

Xiao Ping'an solemnly cupped his hands in greeting: "I will obey your instructions, Senior!"

"I must become a being above the path of sacrifice!"

He didn't say anything more, just quietly watched everything.

Feeling the increasingly terrifying and eerie fluctuations emanating from that supreme being.

The man did not immediately send Xiao Ping'an away, nor did Xiao Ping'an voluntarily leave.

Clearly, he wanted Xiao Ping'an to witness how he was buried, and he wanted Xiao Ping'an to see him off on his journey.

The man left his courtyard and walked into the depths of the plateau.

As a being of the sacrificial path, he moved with incredible speed, quickly reaching the deepest part of the plateau.

He witnessed firsthand how the man used the most essential soil from the plateau to forge the Three Generations Copper Coffin within the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin.

Then he crafted a simple and crude urn.

He looked at the urn containing ashes, then at the urn in his own hand.

These two items should be the same item.

They appeared in the same era. Could it be that there are two identical urns in the world?

Xiao Ping'an watched as the man crafted a cremation furnace, and took one last look at this world.

Then, with a calm and composed expression, he entered the cremation furnace and ignited the flame of the Great Dao.

Start burning yourself.

That flame, powerful enough to destroy everything in the world, capable of drying up the river of time and turning everything in the world into nothingness, was the Great Dao Flame that raged fiercely on his body.

Xiao Ping'an witnessed this magical flame firsthand.

As he watched the supreme being being cremated, Xiao Ping'an respectfully saw him off.

buzzing.

Xiao Ping'an felt that everything in this world seemed to be becoming more and more illusory.

The whole world seemed to have turned into a painting, becoming increasingly hazy.

He sensed the presence of time, like a scroll of time slowly unfolding.

Xiao Ping'an could sense that he really had to leave this plateau.

The Dao fluctuations he had once felt emanated from his body, and endless runes appeared, enveloping him with supreme and unparalleled power.

This supreme light of the Great Dao, so powerful and incredible, all originated from that supreme being.

In the darkness, the supreme and unparalleled Daoist voice resounded, ethereal and elusive, just as he had experienced when he first came here.

Xiao Ping'an spent many years on this plateau.

He accumulated enough resources and foundation, devoured endless rare and precious materials, and successfully stepped into the realm of Immortal Emperor.

He felt his body and spirit gradually moving away from the plateau and flying towards the infinite heights.

It was as if I had transcended this plateau.

He watched as that supreme being burned everything in the raging flames, leaving only radiant and sacred ashes.

The ashes fell automatically into the urn, and after the lid was closed and countless seals were applied, they flew into the bronze coffin.

The coffin was made of three layers, one inside the other, and each layer was covered with dense seals.

Then it was buried in the deepest part of the sacred plateau.

Xiao Ping'an, high above, was enveloped in mysterious Dao runes and traveled swiftly along the river of time.

The river of time has relentlessly eroded his body, yet it has left no trace on him.

He could still see the sacred plateau below, ancient and eternal.

One day, it was suddenly discovered that a terrible earthquake had struck that sacred plateau.

The bronze coffin was shaken out, the seal on it was shattered, and the urn containing ashes was also shaken out. The terrifying ashes scattered everywhere, polluting the entire sacred plateau and turning it into a terrifying and eerie plateau.

The river of time continued to flow, and countless eras passed before an incomparably powerful Celestial Emperor finally arrived at this place.

Their ambition to pursue the highest and most supreme path brought them here.

These people were all contaminated. After coming into contact with the ashes, they underwent terrifying changes.

If nothing unexpected happens, they will be the progenitors of the future monsters.

Their transformation was terrifying; they seemed to lose their minds and attack their opponents with a frenzy.

An even more devastating earthquake struck the entire plateau, sending countless stone tools flying.

It turned out that the bronze coffin and urn were also thrown away like trash.

They couldn't even recall that there had been so many mysterious artifacts on the eerie plateau, none of which had been destroyed in the battle, but had all been blown away.

They drifted into the endless void and other worlds.

Xiao Ping'an was like a high and mighty god, enveloped by a mysterious power, observing all of this.

Those ten formidable experts, however, seemed completely unaware, as if they had never sensed Xiao Ping'an's presence.

Xiao Ping'an flowed along the river of time, from the cremation of that mysterious man to the current situation where these Immortal Emperors were corrupted by strange substances, countless eras had passed.

They're going crazy, they're waging war.

As they emanated the supreme Dao fluctuations, an eerie and ominous aura blotted out the sky.

They eventually became the progenitors of the bizarre.

That terrifying aura permeated everywhere, causing the endless Great Dao to collapse and large swathes of time to be submerged.

Ten terrifying figures appeared on the eerie plateau that was shrouded in gray mist all year round.

Their bodies were rotting, and their eyes were filled with death.

Ten colors of filthy blood flowed everywhere.

They were covered in long hair of various colors.

They all looked like mummies, as if they were extremely weak and could die at any moment.

But in reality, they have already mastered incredible and powerful abilities.

They have become powerful figures in the sacrificial path.

Although it was achieved by becoming the progenitor of the bizarre.

They possessed power that transcended all the heavens and myriad realms, the power to overlook the ever-changing world.

These ten terrifying and bizarre progenitors have officially been formed.

Before becoming the progenitors of the strange, they were already the supreme immortal emperors in all the heavens and myriad realms, having reached the pinnacle of the immortal emperor realm.

They sensed that there were higher levels in the world, and they wanted to pursue a higher realm. After countless eras of powerful beings, they finally seized that opportunity.

They came here following some mysterious call.

After being contaminated by those terrifying ashes, they transformed, they sublimated, and they reached the realm of sacrificial rites.

Although this form was not what they wanted, they ultimately achieved the state they desired.

Perhaps that summoning was emanating from some strange substance, or perhaps from some strange plateau.

Anyway, they have the ability to resurrect infinitely in the eerie plateau, as if they have become children of the eerie plateau.

Suddenly, the ten bizarre progenitors raised their heads and looked towards the infinite heights of the bizarre plateau.

Black and blood-red lightning intertwined densely, and an incredibly terrifying pressure permeated the air.

The full power of the sacrificial master was unleashed.

They sensed something unusual about that space-time, as if some supreme being was watching them.

They worked with all their might to simulate the time and space of the South, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed as if they had frozen time and space in the South.

An endless stream of eerie and ominous power erupted, causing everything in the world to tremble.

The river of time has been stirred up with tremendous waves, and in the blink of an eye, it has been dyed with ten colors.

The eerie progenitors searched the past and future along the river of time, but they could not find any place that made them feel strange.

It was as if everything was their illusion.

"How is this going?"

"Was it just our imagination?"

"We are already powerful figures in the Dao of Sacrifice, yet someone still dares to covet us!"

"Could it be that there are truly beings in this world who transcend the sacrificial path?"

These eerie progenitors, their hoarse voices seemed to rot the entire world, echoing through countless eras.

They ultimately failed to discover Xiao Ping'an, who was enveloped by a mysterious force.

Xiao Ping'an was also relieved to have escaped a disaster.

Although he was already a powerful Immortal Emperor, he was ultimately no match for the strange progenitors.

He was enveloped by a mysterious power, and his whole being seemed to be constantly changing between illusions.

The moment those ten bizarre progenitors sensed something amiss, he instantly traversed countless eras.

They were completely freed from the constraints of the eerie plateau.

That mysterious power, the divine charm and aura it exuded, were all above the level of the Dao of Sacrifice.

Xiao Ping'an was originally thinking that he hoped nothing unexpected would happen on the way back, and what he would do if he unfortunately fell into the strange plateau.

In retrospect, this consideration was unnecessary.

This mysterious and powerful force is enough to cause the plateau to collapse once.

The real concern should be for the eerie plateau and the eerie progenitor.

However, this power gradually dissipated as we got closer to the real world.

This made him feel somewhat regretful.

Blah blah blah.

The long river of time rushes and roars, exuding an ancient and weathered aura, while the supreme power of the Great Dao flows continuously.

Xiao Pingan could clearly sense that his return journey this time was incredibly smooth.

Because it was going downstream, it really felt like traveling a thousand miles in a day, like a light boat passing through ten thousand mountains.

We are getting closer and closer to that familiar era we live in.

He felt his presence becoming stronger and stronger.

The body and primordial spirit also materialized, and the Dao fruits and power unique to the Immortal Emperor returned.

Another deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were being created, was followed by an incomparably brilliant light.

Even though Xiao Ping'an has now become an Immortal Emperor, he is still somewhat mentally disoriented.
When he came to his senses, he realized that he had finally walked out of that mysterious time tunnel and returned to his own era.

When the feeling of solid ground returned, he finally awoke from that mysterious state.

He looked around and, just as he had guessed, he found himself back in that ancient and weathered stone cave.

It truly is a place that connects to the heavens.

After seeing this, Xiao Ping'an could finally confirm that he had swum back from that long river of time.

They have truly returned to their own era.

Feeling the boundless divine power contained within his body and primordial spirit, he unleashed the light of an Immortal Emperor and burst forth with boundless fighting spirit.

In this era, the Desolate Emperor and the Pollen Empress are at the forefront of the battlefield, resisting the invasion of that dark and eerie force.

Of the Celestial Emperors of Heaven, only Meng Hai and Luo Tianxian remain. Those Celestial Emperors who attempted to be resurrected will require a long period of time to be brought back to life.

They really can't carry the load alone.

Xiao Ping'an becoming an Immortal Emperor would undoubtedly greatly alleviate their pressure.

It is even possible to launch a counter-offensive in localized areas.

Now, those dark and eerie forces have temporarily reduced their attacks, causing the beings of the heavens to rejoice. They have even taken the opportunity to reclaim some of the corrupted areas of the heavens, as well as some of the great worlds among the myriad realms.

This gave countless lives a glimpse of the dawn of victory.

But Xiao Ping'an knew that the eerie ancestor was still asleep.

Some of the strange Immortal Emperors are also asleep, or rather, they are watching the living beings of the world with a cold smile, pondering when to launch their next attack.

They even sneered at those powerful individuals who grew up, knowing that one day they would all be turned into delicious sacrifices.

Whether it's the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Battlefield or the Immortal Emperor Battlefield, the terrifying crisis has never diminished.

The battle continues.

Every attack by a Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperor or a Dark Immortal Emperor on the myriad realms will instantly destroy countless worlds within them.

Building is always harder than destroying; destruction is always easier.

Since the path of offense as defense is not viable, the powerful beings of the heavens and all realms can only strengthen their defenses as much as possible.

Rumble.

In the battlefield of the heavens, amidst terrifying light, one after another, heroic or peerless figures struggled against the strange creatures.

They could not retreat; every retreat meant the collapse of a front and the destruction of a world.

They are calling on the whole world, calling for more strong individuals.

They hope that more strong individuals will emerge, which will alleviate their pressure.

(End of this chapter)