In the world of "Covering the Sky," my cultivation technique is not right.

Upon seeing the old madman arrive, the monster looked up, its eyes filled with the pleasure of killing and revenge.

He bared his teeth, revealing sharp fangs.

The monster seemed to sense that the old madman was not easy to deal with and wanted to scare him away with this method.

The old madman remained silent, then with a flick of his wrist, countless array patterns appeared out of thin air, instantly engulfing the area, and a vast light curtain enveloped the five-headed, eight-headed monster.

This is an ancient formation that is extremely complex and profound. It does not contain much killing intent; it is simply a sealing formation.

Lu Yao could vaguely recognize that the ancient formation seemed to have the shadow of the Source Celestial Master's Six Seals of Forbidden Immortals and a corner of the Void Emperor Formation.

It must have been Ye Fan and the Black Emperor who taught it to the old madman.

Several array patterns combined to weave together a vast and complex array of Dao patterns, densely packed, sealing the heavens and earth, radiating brilliant light, illuminating the night, and instantly suppressing the five-headed, eight-headed monster.

"Roar"

The monster roared, and a thousand faces appeared on its five heads, each wailing mournfully, which was extremely terrifying. Apart from Lü Yao and his companions, no one knew what kind of monster it was or why it possessed the power of the Yin God, but its sorrowful and helpless emotions infected the entire world.

The old madman, now appearing as a middle-aged man, immediately sat cross-legged in the void, staring intently at the monster within the ancient formation, chanting Buddhist scriptures for salvation from calamity.

Ancient characters emerged from between his brows, radiating Buddhist light and golden brilliance. The peaceful aura calmed the trembling cultivators.

But the ancient Buddhist scriptures were mainly used to purify the demonic thoughts and yin energy on the monsters.

The monster roared incessantly, waving its eight arms and unleashing astonishing divine spells, its divine light crisscrossing as it attacked the ancient formation.

But as golden Buddhist characters enveloped him and entered his body...

Wisps of black mist dissipated from his body, and the resentment and hatred in his heart disappeared.

A series of paintings unfolded behind him, and a series of illusory figures of cultivators dressed in white stood behind him, expressionless.

Ancient sacred mountain, palaces everywhere, countless cultivators practice in this pure land, and powerful figures from various sects come to visit.

But one day, everything changed. Dark turmoil erupted, and the strongest members of the cult went to war, sacrificing themselves to fight against the most terrifying enemies in legend. Their blood was spilled across the starry sky, and they never returned.

However, the old servants in the clan harbored ulterior motives. They had promised the Taiyin Quasi-Emperor and the Taiyin Great Sage that they would take good care of the clan's elderly and children, but suddenly they wielded their butcher's knives and began to kill indiscriminately, slaughtering men, women, and children alike, and even newborn infants.

As the story goes, the Taiyin Divine Sect was seized by the Duanmu clan, who became the inheritors of the Taiyin Ancient Scripture.

At the foot of Tianyuan Mountain, a saint once risked his life to escape, leading thousands of his clansmen to seek refuge in the former cultivation grounds of the Taiyin Emperor. However, they were pursued by the Duanmu clan patriarch, who killed them all there.

For some unknown reason, the vengeful spirits did not perish, and thus formed this monster of saintly caliber.

The old madman kept chanting Buddhist scriptures to purify the monster's dark energy and karmic debts, and silver runes were densely distributed in the black mist.

The sound of Buddhist scriptures grew louder and louder, and phantom images of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas appeared between heaven and earth, as if they were trying to save the entire mortal world.

The more the old madman understood, the more his brows furrowed, especially as he watched the five-headed, eight-armed monster slowly disintegrate, its flesh melting like snow.

The Tianyuan Mountain was filled with people, all of whom were members of the Taiyin clan who had died unjustly there years ago.

"I will avenge you." The old madman murmured, his voice not loud, but the figures heard him, cupped their hands in salute, and divine light shone from their bodies, turning into specks of silver light and disappearing completely.

"I will avenge you!" the old madman roared, instantly overturning thousands of mountains. The already shattered and chaotic land, amidst the battle of many kings, was once again ravaged and completely flattened.

The old madman reached out and tore through the void, disappearing into it before everyone's eyes.

The White Tiger King and the Old Man King, who had miraculously survived, looked at each other, not knowing what had happened, and could only look at the master of the Eight Views Palace.

The two had just witnessed the scene of the master of the Eight Views Palace revealing himself and talking with the ancient saint of the human race, and were extremely surprised that the two knew each other.

"Fellow Daoist Lü, where has the Sage gone?" the White Tiger King asked.

Lu Yao glanced at the sacred artifacts in their hands and guessed that the descendants of the emperor attacked them because they recognized these few legendary sacred artifacts. Did these sacred artifacts appear when the tragedy happened?

He replied directly, "I don't know."

He activated the "Travel" technique, stepped on the Dao patterns, and arrived at the Yin Cave at the foot of Tianyuan Mountain. He swept out with his divine sense and saw clearly what was inside.

His face was extremely pale, because there were thousands of remains inside, most of them not human-shaped, scattered and broken, with piles of white bones. At the deepest part of the dark cave, there was a bottomless hole that emitted the sacred power of the Yin.

Perhaps this Yin Cave is connected to the underground cave where the Human Emperor cultivated, possessing extremely Yin power, which is why the remnant soul remains undying and wanders within it.

He didn't venture too deep and left immediately. On Tianyuan Mountain, he took out the Xuanyu Platform, located the Taiyin Divine Sect's territory, and prepared to follow them.

The old Grand Preceptor cried out in alarm from afar, "Master, take me with you!"

Lu Yao glanced at him, flicked his sleeve, and divine light enveloped him. A flash of light, and the two disappeared outside Tianyuan Ancient City.

The old Emperor Ziwei was just killed in the battle, and the old Grand Preceptor pretended not to see it, so of course he had to follow along.

The old madman's imposing aura was like a bright moon rising up, and the entire Luzhou could sense that aura.

Lu Yao crossed the river several times and soon spotted the old madman.

Also visible were clusters of palaces, pavilions and towers, a divine island suspended in the sky, waterfalls cascading down, exotic flowers and rare herbs growing among them, and various mythical beasts and birds leaping among the mountains and crossing between the floating islands.

"It's the Taiyin Divine Sect." Lu Yao sensed the Taiyin principles gathered here and instantly understood where he was.

In the original story, the old madman obtained the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist and the Taiyin Ancient Scripture in Ziwei, and then went into seclusion in the Human Emperor's cultivation ground until Ye Fan arrived and fought a bloody battle with a ship full of Ancestral Kings.

They didn't sense the Yin Cave beneath Tianyuan Mountain at all, nor did they see the monster formed from the unjustly deceased Taiyin clan.

Now that we are inheriting the ancient Taiyin scripture, how can we not seek justice for it when this happens?

The sky turned a pale white, and a touch of crimson rose, but even the sun could not steal the glory of a great sage at this moment.

The holy might swept across the land where the Taiyin Divine Sect was located, and protective array patterns appeared in the void. It was clearly an ancient array set up by the saint, but even the old madman's pressure could not withstand it.

A purple gourd appeared in Lü Yao's hand. It was a great sacred artifact left by Laozi. A wisp of purple energy surrounded it, blocking the terrifying sacred power from him.

More importantly, the old madman wasn't targeting him; otherwise, even a great sacred artifact would have been blasted to pieces by the old madman.

Lu Yao was absolutely certain that after the old madman cultivated the Taiyin Divine Power, he had indeed undergone a significant transformation and entered the ranks of Great Sages.

The old madman's black hair danced against the sky, the silver moon between his brows turned black, and the sacred power of the moon surged out like a tsunami.

He strode forward, charging towards the Taiyin Divine Sect's stronghold. With a roar, he obliterated countless array patterns, causing the Taiyin Divine Sect's floating islands to crumble.

Countless figures turned into blood and gore under this roar, and those who survived flew towards the deepest pure land.

......

"Who goes there?!"

"Why did this mysterious ancient sage attack my Taiyin Divine Sect?!"

......

Deep within the Taiyin Divine Sect, three pillars of light erupted, soaring into the sky with overwhelming holy might, causing the heavens to tremble.

They are the saints of the Duanmu clan, sealed within the divine source, and now they have all awakened.

Three figures flew in from afar, with the one in the center possessing the strongest aura. He wore black armor, held a battle spear, and had a cold and stern expression, exuding a chilling killing intent.

"The Saint King?" The old madman stopped and ceased his advance.

His voice was incredibly cold, like a demon lord traversing the heavens and descending upon Ziwei.

He then looked at the two sides of the Black Armor Saint King. Both of them were saints, but they were also incredibly powerful, as they were surging with the power of the Taiyin Divine Force and had cultivated the ancient imperial scriptures.

"To annihilate the bloodline of the Human Emperor, he deserves to die!"

The old madman's eyes were as frightening as knives, his pupils radiating coldness that seemed to freeze the void, exuding an extremely domineering aura.

"Who do you think this is, to act so arrogantly here!"

The Black-Armored Saint King was covered by a mask, obscuring his face. However, judging from his voice, he was not old. He must have been a young prodigy who conquered the stars in his youth, but was sealed away, plotting to emerge in the Golden Age and prove his Dao.

As soon as he finished speaking, the long spear in his hand began to radiate divine light, surrounded by mysterious Dao patterns, and a wisp of a quasi-emperor's aura burst forth!

"A quasi-Emperor weapon!" The old madman's pupils shrank slightly, but he was not afraid and attacked directly!

With a single step, countless patterns burst forth in the void. These patterns, like dragons and snakes rising from the land, converged in mid-air and transformed into a celestial mirror.

"Battle Saint Technique! Void Mirror!" Lu Yao recognized it from a distance, but he still threw out a stream of emerald light!

"Brother Old Madman, catch the Quasi-Emperor weapon!" Old Madman reached out and grabbed the Azure Sky Bow, only then realizing that it was a damaged Quasi-Emperor weapon.

But that's enough; he only needs to draw upon a wisp of quasi-emperor's power to protect himself.

"kill!"

Without even flinching, he displayed unparalleled heroism as he pressed towards the three sages of the Duanmu clan.

Divine light burst forth from the Void Mirror imprint, instantly causing the earth to crack, the universe to tremble, and chaos to churn. An aura of creation and destruction surged forth, engulfing everything.

"what......"

Amidst the dazzling divine light, even Lü Yao couldn't see exactly what was happening. Only by using the Purple Gold Gourd could he see a figure constantly moving about, wielding a longbow that slammed down like a giant hammer.

In addition, a peculiar Daoist aura permeated the air, which Lü Yao was very familiar with; it was the Daoist aura of the "Soldier's Secret".

This secret technique was dictated to the old madman from the depths of the starry sky.

Finally, a loud shout rang out, all the light disappeared, and only a middle-aged man who looked like a demon lord stood alone in the arena, without a single scratch on his body.

He held a broken, emerald-green longbow, the bowstring tightly wrapped around the neck of the black-armored holy king, whose head was nearly severed.

The mask on the Black Armored Saint King's face was mostly shattered, revealing a fair and youthful face, but his eyebrows and eyes were narrow and long, giving him a sinister look.

The old Grand Preceptor was stunned. Who was this person? A saint who wielded a quasi-emperor weapon was killed in the blink of an eye, in such a humiliating way.

That large black halberd stood tall in the sky, its body bearing the bloodline mark of the Duanmu clan.

"Your master was once a descendant of the Taiyin Human Emperor. For hundreds of thousands of years, these traitors imprisoned you and branded you. Today, you are free!"

The old madman threw the chick-like Holy King in his hand to the ground. With a thud, it sank dozens of feet into the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

As for the other two saints, they were instantly reduced to ashes by the two beams of light, leaving no trace of their existence in the world.

The old madman reached out and grabbed the large black halberd, activated the "Soldier" secret technique, and endless dark light surged from his body, constantly washing away the marks left by the Duanmu clan, quickly erasing them completely.

He held the Quasi-Emperor's Divine Halberd upside down and walked step by step into the depths of the Taiyin Divine Sect.

The Duanmu clan was undeniably powerful, with two sages and a sage king as its foundation, yet it was easily slain by a mysterious sage, as easily as killing a chicken or a dog.

"Senior...Senior, spare my life!"

Among the remaining members of the Duanmu clan, there are three old kings, all sealed away using secret methods in an attempt to prolong their lives.

But now, they bow and scrape, almost kneeling on the ground, just to survive.

The old madman's eyes were cold and lifeless, but he didn't speak, which made the group break out in a cold sweat, not knowing what he meant.

"Lü Yao!" The old madman's deep voice suddenly rang out.