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

The universe remains desolate, but amidst the bleakness and loneliness, occasional streaks of shooting stars streak across the sky, fleeting yet leaving a lingering sense of joy.

Time and space became the most useless things. If it weren't for the stars as a reference, Lü Yao wouldn't be able to be sure if he was still moving forward.

The Eight Views Palace continued its journey along the ancient starry road. Chi Jiao, Li Tian, ​​and Yan Yixi were all engrossed in cultivation. Such a desolate journey had no other way to pass the time except for cultivation.

A period of one or two years is a tremendous test of a cultivator's mental state.

As for the little girl, she eventually got bored and asked to enter the Chaos Gourd. She was hypnotized by Lü Yao's secret technique and will be awakened when they arrive on Earth. I imagine her parents will have a very nice expression when they see that they have brought back a little girl.

Thinking of this, Lü Yao smiled unconsciously, a smile playing on his lips.

This can be considered finding joy in hardship; no wonder, only a saint can walk among the stars.

Aside from extreme conditions such as lack of oxygen, temperature, and energy, without a strong Dao heart, it is easy to get lost in this darkness.

Five years have passed since he left Beidou. He spent four years on the ancient star Ziwei and is now traversing the star field, which has taken another year. Lü Yao is now thirty-four years old.

Lu Yao closed his eyes and entered a state of cultivation once again. After the tribulation of severing the Dao, the Devouring Heaven Immortal Art had fallen into a state of stagnation. It was trying to create a new scripture, a scripture that belonged only to Lu Yao.

Even if it's just a prototype, it means that Lü Yao has already embarked on a bright and promising path.

It seems that the Five Primordial Elements are attempting to integrate the Nine Secrets of Taoism, such as Xing, Jie, Bing, Qian, Zhe, Dou, and Shu, and transform them into secret techniques under the rudimentary form of scriptures.

Especially with the three secrets of Zhe, Jie, and Bing, after taking a half-step to the extreme, the difference from the original version is huge.

"Perhaps the other nine secrets will, like the secret of the character '皆', transform into my forbidden secret techniques. The nine secrets of Taoism will become the nine techniques of the Taoist Ancestor."

Lu Yao thought to himself,

"But it sounds pretty good."

In the vast universe, across countless star systems, how many life-bearing planets are there? Perhaps only those supreme beings in forbidden zones who have enjoyed the buffet know.

This was destined to be a tedious journey. Even with Chi Jiao and others by his side, he still felt lonely. They were still ranked as second-level immortals, and their Dao heart and cultivation were far from being able to traverse the star field.

Fortunately, this journey had a destination, not just aimless drifting. After another six months, the Crimson Dragon was the first to break through the Dao.

This crimson dragon possesses extraordinary talent. It has undergone two rounds of tempering with true dragon blood, one round with divine phoenix blood, and another round with the tempering of its primordial spirit by the immortal energy of the Supreme Purity. It has long since firmly established itself in the Eight Forbidden Domains.

Moreover, he has mastered the Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor, the Sacred Method of Dragon Transformation, and the three secrets of the Nine Secrets: the Military Secret, the Foremost Secret, and the Other Secret. He possesses the foundation of an Emperor's son and is able to fight against the Heavenly Emperor's son and others.

Lu Yao gazed into the distance at the crimson dragon churning in the lightning tribulation. Bolts of lightning were tempering its body, and pieces of its true scales fell off, growing new dragon scales in their place. The dragon horns on its head also fell off, and crystal-clear jade horns like deer antlers grew in its place.

"It's a pity that searching for the Yin-Yang Scriptures requires traversing star fields; otherwise, Princess Wanlong, Yuan Gu, Huang Xudao, and the others should be under my oppressive influence right now, haha..."

Lü Yao found joy even in hardship.

Finally, a dragon's roar that shook the heavens and the earth resounded from the starry sky. Even the void could not block this sound. The crimson dragon opened its mouth wildly and swallowed all the dissipating lightning tribulation.

In an instant, its abdomen swelled up, and even its dragon skin and scales could not block out the terrifying sight of flashing purple lightning.

"Burp..." The red dragon let out a burp, its dragon mouth emitting wisps of burnt smell.

Yan Yixi, dressed in white, frowned slightly.

But Li Tian immediately covered his nose and said in disgust, "How disgusting, why is he burping?"

But Lü Yao could tell that the two were envious and using this method to cover up their disappointment.

The two had previously gone astray, narrowly conflating human desires with sexual desires, which led to a deviation in their cultivation and caused their cultivation to be stuck at the peak of the second level of immortals.

To truly sever the Dao, one must re-understand the Great Dao of Human Desire and find one's own sword of wisdom.

As for the old Grand Preceptor, let's not talk about him. He's too old, and as long as the Azure Emperor doesn't loosen his suppression, he'll find it difficult to sever his Dao.

He is skilled in divination, but that doesn't mean he has extraordinary talent in cultivation.

A bolt of red lightning shot back from afar and landed inside the Eight Views Palace. Instantly, flames erupted, and the light shone brightly, transforming into a donkey.

"Master, I've also become a Dao-Slaying King." The Crimson Dragon spoke with a smug tone, its donkey tail swishing rapidly.

Lu Yao's face darkened. This guy could transform into human form or dragon form, but he preferred to transform into a donkey, and he wouldn't change no matter what he said.

Li Tian sneered: "You made the Dao Lord ride a donkey, you really disgraced the Dao Lord."

The Crimson Dragon retorted, "Haven't you heard that the Snow Rabbit transformed into a Silver Dragon and attained the Dao to become the Demon Emperor? If I were to attain the Dao, people would say that you, sir, had the discerning eye to recognize a dragon and turned a donkey into a dragon!"

That makes perfect sense. Lü Yao turned his back and sat on the small raised cushion, not wanting to pay attention to these three clowns, letting them bicker as they pleased.

Meanwhile, the old national teacher was cultivating slowly and steadily, not troubled by his inability to sever his path.

They traveled for nearly another six months, and including the previous journey, after a two-year trip, it seemed that they were finally approaching their destination.

While Lü Yao was cultivating, the ancient starry road suddenly began to shake and undulate, waking him from his state of enlightenment.

"What happened!" The Crimson Dragon broke free from its slumber, stood up, and paced anxiously in circles.

"Don't panic, wait for the Dao Lord to speak." Yan Yixi gestured to Li Tian and Chi Jiao to calm down.

Lu Yao immediately remembered something and said, "It must be that the Five-Colored Altar on Earth is broken and can no longer guide us there, so the Star Passage has changed its location."

After the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin set sail from Mount Tai, many five-colored jade stones were collected from places like the Vatican in the west and Longhu Mountain in the east, resulting in the altar being damaged and destroyed.

This causes planets that should be on the correct coordinates to choose to descend from ancient planets with similar coordinates that are still intact. Now that the spacetime channel is distorted, it is very likely to collapse.

"What should we do? Will we be buried by the space-time tunnel?" Li Tian asked anxiously. He had not yet severed his Dao and had not yet comprehended the Dao of Sentiment that the Dao Lord spoke of. He did not want to be buried in the boundless starry sky.

"Don't worry, the Eight Views Palace is Lao Tzu's legacy, there won't be any problems," Lü Yao reassured him.

Sure enough, as soon as Lü Yao finished speaking, the Eight Views Palace began to glow with a shimmering purple light. The inscriptions on the outer walls and pillars of the palace, like tadpoles, came to life, radiating an immortal aura and spreading purple energy that enveloped the palace.

The spacetime tunnel flickered erratically, and space itself twisted violently, as if it were about to break apart or explode.

This is a very bad omen, for it foreshadows a catastrophe that could easily lead to certain death. For a king, traversing the heavens is as dangerous as entering a forbidden zone.

But this clearly does not include Lü Yao. He is not an ordinary Dao-Slaying King, and he also possesses Imperial Weapons and Great Saint Weapons.

This disaster was so severe that even the defenses of the Eight Views Palace could not be breached.

In the violent collision, many spatial nodes were shattered. The three Crimson Dragons turned pale, fearing that the Eight Trigrams Palace was not sturdy enough. The three of them fell into the void and were turned into dust.

"Firefly, the Demon Eye of the North Sea." Lu Yao sat cross-legged on the Dao platform, completely calm, and two words came to mind.

The North Sea Demon Eye holds immense terror, far beyond what he can currently fathom, so he has no intention of going there.

"bang"

Suddenly, a violent impact was heard as the Eight Views Palace crashed to the ground, causing the bells and inscriptions on the entire palace to rise up and dissipate the immense force.

"arrive."

"We've finally arrived!"

Yan Yixi and Li Tian opened the gates of the Eight Views Palace, and crimson light flooded the room. Accompanying them were shouts of men and roars of beasts, and the sounds of battle shook the heavens. It seemed that a war was taking place in the distance, but soon these sounds disappeared, as if they were hallucinations.

"This is..." A dry and fierce wind blew, carrying reddish-brown sand and gravel, blowing up Yan Yixi's white clothes and making the purple-gold crown on her head slightly crooked.

"Pah, pah, pah!" Li Tian spat repeatedly, and a divine light shot out from his fingertip, forming a barrier.

Lu Yao got up, walked to the door, and was followed by Chi Jiao.

He looked out at the scene outside the Eight Views Palace.

As far as the eye can see, there is only gravel, and the reddish-brown Gobi Desert stretches to the distance beyond the horizon, with deep ravines and valleys that seem to have no bottom, sitting on the earth.

Earth scientists have explored this area and said it has water features, mountains, mineral veins, and may even have been inhabited by living beings in the past.

The China National Space Administration and others are right. In ancient times, before the Ninety-Nine Dragons Mountain descended to Earth, this place was indeed lush and vibrant.

This place was once home to numerous sects and countless cultivators; it was an extremely ancient life-giving planet in the universe.

Lü Yao said to the three men, "Wait here for me for a moment."

"Yes," the Crimson Dragon and the others replied.

Lü Yao immediately soared into the air, transforming into a rainbow of light that stretched across the sky like a knife, cleaving the heavens and splitting the countless stars in two.

As he flew, he kept an eye on the positions of the blue stars, the sun, and the moon in the sky.

When he left Kowloon Coffin and set foot on the ancient star of Yinghuo, he remembered the locations of the three places and used them to locate the Great Thunder Temple.

He had seen Li Xiaoman in the Qinling Mountains of Beidou Central Plains. At that time, he guessed that Li Xiaoman was possessed by the primordial spirit of the Crocodile Ancestor. Now that he thinks about it, it should only be a wisp of divine thought.

But this wisp of divine thought could easily take their lives. If it weren't for Ye Fan's special existence, and the fact that Crocodile Ancestor had suffered a great loss from the Three Incarnations Copper Coffin, who knows what that wisp of demon saint's divine thought might have done.

This time he came back to see if the seals on the eighteen levels of hell left by Shakyamuni were still intact.

He spread his divine sense and saw the vast landscape for tens of thousands of miles, and soon found the location of the ancient temple.

After all these years away, nothing has changed here.

Back then, after being persuaded by himself, Ye Fan only collected a small number of Buddhist artifacts and took them away without breaking the seal. Therefore, the sky was still shrouded in a light curtain, and the wind and sand could not penetrate it. The ruins of the Great Thunderclap Temple stood quietly on this ancient land.

Lü Yao entered the light curtain and walked on foot.

At this moment, he finally sensed the supreme aura permeating this ancient heavenly palace. Although it was already extremely weak, its supreme and immense power still made people tremble with fear.

That was the aura of someone about to attain enlightenment, the aura of a quasi-emperor at the ninth level of heaven.

“Once the Great Thunderclap Temple collapses, the formation here will be destroyed, and the seal of hell will also become ineffective.”

Lu Yao opened his Chaos Heavenly Eye, constantly observing the array patterns in the void and sensing the subtle changes.

The eighteen levels of hell beneath the Great Thunderclap Temple are not all here, but are scattered across nine ancient stars, each with two levels, suppressing ancient demon giants.

"The demons that even Shakyamuni Buddha had to suppress were all powerful beings in the Great Sage, ruling over powerful races in the universe and occupying a star field."

"Even though the Crocodile Ancestor was injured by Shakyamuni and suppressed for two thousand years, it was still incredibly powerful."

Lu Yao quickly walked around the area. Buddhist artifacts made of glass, agate, gold, bronze, and other materials were quietly placed in various temples, but time was merciless, and many were covered with thick dust. The deities within them had died and lost all their spirituality.

Suddenly, his brow throbbed, emitting a nine-colored radiance—a warning from the secret of the previous character.

He suddenly turned around and saw an extremely imposing figure under the eaves of an ancient temple. He couldn't see the face or clothing clearly, but the two eyes shone as brightly as magic lamps.

At first, Lü Yao thought it was some unknown formidable enemy and was startled.

After all, anyone who can live in the Firefly Realm for two thousand years and still walk freely is no ordinary person; they are most likely ancient sages.

They are either demon saints or bodhisattvas or Buddhas under the tutelage of Shakyamuni.

But after truly meeting the gaze of that mysterious and imposing figure, Lü Yao understood.

Who else could appear here? There is only one powerful figure left in the Great Thunderclap Temple; the other one was long ago obliterated by the passage of time and the methods of Shakyamuni.

"The Crocodile Ancestor?" Lü Yao spoke first.