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

Suddenly, another old Taoist priest started glancing at Lü Yao frequently, sometimes even lingering on his face for a long time.

The Lingbao Sect Leader discovered this and immediately rebuked him: "How dare you be disrespectful to your senior!"

The old Taoist hesitated, glancing at the sect leader and then at Lü Yao. Seeing the mysterious senior's enigmatic smile, he could only stammer, "Senior, are you the one who left with the Nine Dragons pulling the coffin?"

These words made the others widen their eyes and stare at the old Taoist priest.

"I am," Lü Yao admitted, there was nothing he couldn't admit.

Chi Jiao and the old national advisor have already gone to handle these matters. All hostile forces will be destroyed. They will also leave some contingency plans for the future, so that the Lü, Ye, and Pang families will no longer be disturbed by those with ulterior motives.

The old Taoist priest forced himself to say, "After the incident at Mount Tai ten years ago, many forces obtained information about those people, including this senior, named 'Lü Yao,' who looks exactly like the person in the photo."

The people present were all high-ranking members of the Lingbao Sect and had all paid attention to what happened back then.

At this point, the faces of the departing people appeared in my mind.

At this moment, something even more shocking happened: this person was not a great master who survived from ancient times, but a contemporary person who went to deep space and returned, carrying with him a terrifying and astonishing level of cultivation.

Lu Yao said, "By chance, I went to another life source star, where the cultivation environment is much better than here."

The Lingbao Sect Leader pondered for a moment, “Back then, when the world changed, many sages left Earth before the Song and Ming dynasties. Presumably, they went to other stars. Senior, you have had such an encounter, you are a person with great opportunities.”

"Where did those sages go? Are there any records?" Lü Yao asked curiously.

"I don't know." After pondering for a moment, the Lingbao Sect Leader gave an answer that was expected.

After all, these people were of a very low level, and many of the religious texts had been lost.

Afterwards, the group chatted and laughed, discussing matters of the cultivation world. Lü Yao obtained the imprint of the Lingbao Sage, completed it, and then handed it all over to the old Taoist priests.

The several broken mountains covered an area of ​​about several miles, and they quickly traversed them all. Afterward, the sect leader led Lü Yao into the deepest part of the area.

The spiritual energy here is several times more concentrated than outside, no wonder the Lingbao Sect Leader was able to step into the Dragon Transformation realm with one foot in.

The core secret area is extremely small, only one or two acres, with an ancient palace located there, which should be the training ground for the sect leader and others.

Lu Yao walked around the palace and heard two more heavenly sounds, but he still couldn't find anything left behind by Ge Xuan, Ge Hong, or even their disciples.

The Lingbao Sect Leader said from the side, "This world was created by Ancestor Ge Xuan. In ancient times, it was extremely vast, like a real world. But now, it is only this small part, and it is still shrinking."

His voice was melancholy and regretful, perhaps in another hundred years, this secret place will disappear.

"After decline comes prosperity, and the cultivation world on Earth will soon have its day of prosperity." Lu Yao's words were not meant to be comforting. At that time, both he and Emperor Ye would have the ability to deal with the Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountain.

"I hope so." The old Taoist priests were not in high spirits and accompanied Lü Yao on a walk around the hall.

Lu Yao activated his Listening Technique and attempted to merge into the void of the secret realm to extract the Dao traces within the ancient hall.

Soon, a faint Taoist voice resounded in Lü Yao's ears, as if Ge Hong had traveled through two thousand years and was preaching to him.

Mysterious characters kept appearing in the void, shining with colorful light, carrying the charm of the Dao, and surrounding Lü Yao.

Those are the imprints left by the sages who once practiced and preached here.

But there is still no trace of the Lingbao Scripture. Is it really necessary to go to the ancient mythological road and the ancient star of heavenly soldiers to obtain the corresponding inheritance?

He stepped out of the ancient hall and gazed at the edge of the secret realm, where chaotic energy and void rifts gathered.

The edge of the secret realm is shrinking at a rate imperceptible to the naked eye.

Lu Yao seemed to be deep in thought. After a while, he pointed to that spot and asked, "Was that place also within the scope of the secret realm?"

The Lingbao Sect Leader suppressed his joy at obtaining the scripture again and hurriedly said, "Yes, but as the essence was lost, the laws of the Dao became disordered, and most of the space was swallowed by the chaotic void."

Lu Yao did not stay for long before returning to the location of the broken mountains. He stood silently on a platform, waiting for the inner and outer disciples of the Lingbao Sect to gather.

This is the place where leaders and protectors of the sect have preached throughout history. The venue is spacious and can easily accommodate thousands of people.

But after waiting for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, only about a hundred disciples finally gathered, including some who had just opened up the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

“I will preach here for a month, preaching for two days each time and resting for one day. I will preach from the Sea of ​​Wheels to the Transformation of Dragons, covering everything. Fellow practitioners, choose to learn according to your own knowledge, and do not force yourselves.”

"I will obey your orders, senior."

More than a hundred cultivators, including the headmaster of Lingbao Sect, were extremely respectful and bowed to him several times.

This is a great opportunity for the Lingbao School in the Dharma-ending Age, and every Taoist priest cherishes it.

Soon after, Lü Yao began to preach, and traditional Chinese characters were imprinted in the void, spreading throughout the sky. These were ancient scriptures he had obtained from the Lingbao Secret Land, restoring the classic texts for them.

Lu Yao is neither a Great Sage nor a Quasi-Emperor, so it would be difficult for him to fully revert to his original form in a short period of time unless they were allowed to revive within his own body and deduce the truth themselves.

But this is enough for these people to cultivate; they can easily reach the second level of immortality or even sever their Dao.

For the first ten days, the sound of Dao echoed within the secret realm of the Lingbao Sect, countless imprints shone brightly in the sky, and a strange fragrance filled the air.

Twenty days later, after Lü Yao had almost completely restored and transmitted the Lingbao School's classic texts, he began to expound on the true path of cultivation.

Starting with the opening of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, it gradually delves deeper, revealing the secrets of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, the Fountain of Life, the Divine Bridge, and the Other Shore.

Most of the Daoists were at the Wheel Sea level, listening with rapt attention. Some Daoist fanatics couldn't help but dance wildly when they heard something exciting, and only stopped when others pressed them down.

Then he talked about the Dao Palace Secret Realm and the Four Extremes Secret Realm, which are the realms of the Lingbao Sect's most important figures and protectors of the Dao. At this point, the Dao he was talking about began to become more profound.

Those monks from the Sea of ​​Wheels couldn't understand it, but some clever ones found a tape recorder and a cell phone from somewhere and recorded everything.

Many middle-aged and elderly Taoist priests frowned, held their breath, and pricked up their ears, listening and trying to understand, afraid of missing any golden words of wisdom.

Then, the secret of the dragon transformation was explained. Only the Lingbao Sect Leader was involved in this realm. He sat upright, completely focused, and asked questions whenever he had any questions.

Lu Yao was not annoyed and answered all his questions. In fact, this way of imparting profound knowledge gave him some new insights.

Finally, he spoke of the wonders of Sendai. By this time, there were only two days left, and the month-long period was almost up. Lü Yao was completely absorbed, and he spoke of the Way of Sendai in an extremely profound way. More than a hundred Lingbao Daoists looked at each other in bewilderment, and not one of them could understand it.

But they knew that these words were profound and profound, words of the Dao. Heaven and earth rejoiced, and the laws of nature were filled with joy. The plants on several broken mountains, for some unknown reason, all grew wildly.

The sky was filled with white clouds, fiery clouds, and dark clouds... and even more strange phenomena appeared, such as purple aura coming from the east, a chaotic black hole, seven-colored light rain, a three-phase six-armed immortal, and a divine phoenix.

Each of these strange phenomena exuded a dangerous and powerful aura, capable of easily destroying this place.

The crowd couldn't understand, but they knew the opportunity was hard-won, and even the veterans went to find a tape recorder.

Even if the Daoist chants cannot be recorded, recording the sounds is enough.

As January arrived, the many strange phenomena dissipated, and Lü Yao slowly opened his eyes.

More than a hundred pairs of eyes below the platform were fixed on him, their eyes filled with respect.

"Thank you for the scriptures, senior. Thank you for the teachings."

The sound was loud and clear, reaching the heavens. Birds and beasts on several broken mountains were making noise and running around.

"No need for formalities." Lü Yao raised his hands, and the Taoists felt a surge of divine power lift them up.

Excitement shone on everyone's faces. They knew that as long as they secluded themselves for a period of time, they would be able to break through to a higher realm, and their path would be much smoother afterward.

Lu Yao looked at the Lingbao Sect Leader and saw that his eyes were filled with spiritual light, like overflowing water. It seemed that breaking through to the Dragon Transformation realm would not be a big problem.

"I have something I wish to ask the sect leader for permission to do." Lü Yao stood up, left the platform, and went to the headmaster of Lingbao Sect.

"Senior, please accept my permission. There is nothing I cannot refuse." The Lingbao Sect Leader's words were resolute.

The Lingbao School is grateful for the complete teachings of the scriptures and may even place a memorial tablet for Lü Yao in their Ancestral Hall for daily worship.

Lu Yao's eyes shone with divine light, like two divine lamps, shining brightly. Countless runes floated in his eyes, and a vast aura soared into the sky, as if a god had descended to earth.

"I will reopen the secret place for the Lingbao Sect. If I can obtain even a single word from the two immortal masters Ge Xuan and Ge Hong, I will take it with me."

"Really... Lingbao Sect agrees..." The Lingbao Sect Leader was somewhat excited. If the secret place could be reopened, the Lingbao Sect could continue for another thousand years in this Dharma-ending Age.

At this moment, within the secret realm, only the ancient deep well of the ancient prince was releasing some primordial energy.

If... if the secret place could be reopened... The Lingbao Sect Leader's face flushed red, and he trembled with excitement.

Lu Yao immediately stepped forward, his figure disappearing into the void and vanishing from everyone's sight.

"Where is he?" An old Taoist priest asked, looking around frantically after seeing Lü Yao disappear.

"boom!"

In the deepest part of the secret place, a sudden, earth-shattering tremor resounded, and boundless immortal light burst forth, piercing through the void and the sky.

A large hole opened up at the top of the broken mountain, and a dilapidated, ancient palace flew out, landing with a thud on the open ground.

Lu Yao's voice came from deep within: "Let's leave this palace outside for now to avoid damage."

As the words fell, a figure with three phases and six arms appeared deep within the secret place. It resembled a mountain, overflowing with chaotic energy, its skin shimmering with seven-colored light, and a small white figure perched between its brows.

That incomparably powerful aura swept across the void, causing the chaotic energy at the edge of the secret realm to churn continuously.

"open!"

The man with three phases and six arms let out a long roar, and six divine weapons appeared in his six hands: the Stone Gourd, the Seven Treasures Tree, the Wooden Whip, the Azure Lotus, the Stone Bell, and the Demon Jar, which shone with brilliant mythology and illuminated all realms.

These people don't know that half of them are weapon artifacts, and only half are genuine.

He plunged into the chaos, his body enveloped in wisps of mist.

He brandished the God-Slaying Whip, shook the stone bell, and summoned the Demon Jar, from which countless Daoist patterns emerged and shot out in all directions.

"Boom!"

In an instant, chaos began to surge and recede, and countless laws and chains of order surged out from Lü Yao's body, disappearing into the void and stabilizing the turbulent flow.

He then manipulated the Azure Lotus to unleash divine light, mending void rifts that stretched for hundreds or thousands of miles and smoothing out spatial wrinkles.

The Chaos Gourd trembled slightly, and chains of divine order emerged from its mouth, sealing the void rifts and stabilizing the world.

Everyone stared in astonishment at the godlike figure moving through the chaos, conjuring earth, water, fire, and wind, surveying the eight directions, and creating the world.

His eyes shone like the sun and the moon, the five secret realms burned like furnaces, the sound of scriptures resounded through the chaos, his skin was dazzling, his pores shimmered with light, and with each step he took, he left behind a hundred miles of mountains and rivers.

They continued walking step by step, and the secret realm quickly expanded to hundreds of miles.

The three-phase, six-armed Taoist scooped up some soil from the ground, carefully kneaded it into a ball, and then blazing light flowed from his mouth, eyes, nose, and ears, with wisps of divine fire shooting out, and countless runes dancing in the firelight.

Soon, the lump of mud transformed into a magma-like sun, which he hung in the sky as a source of light.

This process lasted for a month. During this month, Lü Yao traveled through the hundreds of miles of pure land he had created, perfecting the laws with all his knowledge, connecting with the earth's veins and source energy, forming the sun from the soil, and gathering water to create a lake.

"This... is just divine intervention!" A young Taoist priest had never seen such a scene before; he had only heard of Pangu creating the world in his textbooks.

"Ancient sages were able to create the world and a pure land; they were truly saints! Are there really saints on Earth?"

The older Taoist priests were more experienced and knew that there was no god like Pangu. But the more they knew, the more they understood the immense power behind the creation of the Pure Land.

The old Taoist priest gripped his bamboo staff tightly, his hand trembling: "In this degenerate age, a true saint has descended upon the world, a great opportunity for the Lingbao School."