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

Not only him, but also the Lingbao Sect Leader and the protectors could see it, but how could such a declining sect keep a true dragon?

Meanwhile, Lü Yao was focused on walking deep into the secret place.

This opening up is not actually the complete creation of a world, but rather a re-surveying of the four directions based on the foundation laid by the sages of Lingbao.

When the chaos receded and the void rifts dissipated, the former lands were all revealed.

The ruined palace complex, the ancient Taoist temple, the cave dwellings on the cliff... the ancient Lingbao Sect must have been extremely prosperous and one of the strongest forces on this ancient star.

Both Ge Xuan and Ge Hong are quasi-emperors. With such a foundation, if we exclude the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron, they are even stronger than the Yao Guang Holy Land.

Lu Yao dispersed his Daoist body and walked on the broken earth. Wherever he went, greenery grew, ancient trees sprouted, and fairy flowers swayed. He seemed like a banished immortal walking the world, and all things rejoiced.

"As expected, the greatest foundation of the Lingbao Sect was swallowed up by the Chaos. After I reopened the Chaos, the ancient halls and caves that survived were all places where saints once stayed."

Lu Yao looked around and saw only devastation, yet also treasures everywhere.

Places that remain undestroyed in chaos are protected by grand formations set up by sages, whose owners were all powerful figures in the history of the Lingbao Sect, and may possess scriptures, divine treasures, or other valuable artifacts.

"These sages did not die. They left behind their cave dwellings and inheritances, and embarked on the ancient star road to the ancient stars such as Feixian."

Lu Yao's eyes shone brightly, colorful lines intertwined between his brows, and the character "前" trembled slightly.

"Senior..." The Lingbao Sect Leader and others stepped into the new secret area, looking at everything with excitement. This was Lingbao's true homeland!

With a thought, Lü Yao conjured a barrier of light, blocking the group outside.

"Don't rush in. Wait for now. There are still some dangers to be eliminated, otherwise there is a risk of death," Lü Yao explained.

The Lingbao Sect Leader suppressed his excitement, regained a bit of composure, and respectfully said, "I will obey your orders, Senior."

The other party has always maintained goodwill and would definitely not lie to me. Moreover, even if the other party has other intentions, no one from the Lingbao Sect can stop them!

A purple-gold gourd appeared in Lü Yao's hand, shining with purple light. A vast and profound holy might rose up, and a Taoist priest sitting cross-legged in the void radiated divine light, manifesting in the world.

He directly and completely revived the Great Sage Weapon, rudely destroying the divine arrays and defenses left behind by the sages of Lingbao one by one.

On the ruined mountain, there was a cave with a heavy stone door. A flash of purple-gold light appeared, the stone door shattered, and Lü Yao stepped inside.

Soon after, he stepped out with a satisfied expression, having obtained a scripture from the Lingbao Sutra. Although it was not the main scripture, it was still precious.

At the site of a dried-up lake, a Taoist altar is revealed, inscribed with dense Taoist patterns that intertwine to emit divine light and evolve into ancient formations. It must have been the place of cultivation for some ancient sage who loved water vapor.

A flash of purple-gold divine light appeared, the ancient formation collapsed, and Lü Yao extracted the brand from the platform, obtaining another scripture.

The Lingbao Sect Master, a hundred miles away, was so overwhelmed by the holy might that he could hardly breathe. It was as if the heavens were collapsing, and his whole body trembled as he watched Lü Yao, holding the holy artifact, charge wildly, crashing into one ancient cave after another, shattering one mountain after another.

"The relics left by our ancestors..." The old Taoist priest behind him looked at this scene with great heartache. Before he could finish speaking, someone next to him covered his mouth and warned him to speak less.

"So what if it's broken? Don't talk nonsense. Senior has done us too much for us," the Lingbao Sect Leader warned.

Lu Yao intentionally controlled the holy power so that it did not spread to those old Taoist priests, preventing them from being crushed to death.

He stepped to the foot of the last mountain and looked up.

This mountain is thousands of feet high, its rocks shimmer with light, and dragon energy emanates from its crevices. It is majestic and precipitous, with overlapping peaks, yet it remains completely undamaged.

Its height seems to pierce through this pure land, connecting heaven and earth; even the sun created in the distance is not much taller than it.

"The might of a quasi-emperor..." Lü Yao murmured.

He sensed the power of a quasi-emperor here; only Ge Xuan and Ge Hong possessed such cultivation.

Lu Yao was very cautious. He put away the purple-gold gourd, and a dark light shot out from between his eyebrows, floating above his head. It emitted strands of dark light, as dense as rain, intertwining to protect him.

However, it has not recovered.

Lu Yao leaped off the ground and rushed towards the mountaintop. As he got closer, he suddenly felt a chill. He saw a black and red light rising from the mountaintop, its sharpness tearing through the sky, slashing towards him.

That slash was fast and terrifying, shattering one's mind and soul, especially since it also carried a trace of the divine might of a quasi-emperor!

A large number of Dao patterns appeared behind Lü Yao, shortening the spatial distance. With a slight retreat, he arrived a hundred miles away and appeared in front of the Lingbao Sect Leader and others.

In a flash, a person appeared in front of them, but then vanished again.

That murderous, blazing light cleaved through space, plunged into the endless void, was submerged by chaos, and disappeared. But the residual fluctuations were captivating, startling Lü Yao so much that he appeared a hundred meters outside the mountain, hesitating to go in.

"This is... such a powerful sword intent, carrying intense killing intent and baleful aura... and it even seems to contain the shadow of an array..."

Lu Yao opened his Chaos Heavenly Eye and looked at the mountaintop, where there was a stone platform. On the platform, there seemed to be an ancient bamboo scroll floating, emitting a black and red celestial glow.

That was no ordinary killing intent, but rather a kind of great Dao aura that swept over everything. Lu Yao only glanced at it, but he felt uneasy and his primordial spirit was about to shatter.

He was horrified: "It really is a quasi-emperor's heirloom."

Lu Yao remained silent. It seemed that the inheritance represented by the bamboo slip was different from that of other quasi-emperors. It carried a strong killing intent. Just by looking at the appearance, it had such an effect.

At this moment, essence flowed gurglingly within the secret realm, wisps of it seeping out from the ground, and purple energy began to drift from the damaged mountains.

In the process of creating the world, Lü Yao gained many insights, but none of them were as captivating as that bamboo scroll.

That is very likely the main scripture of the spiritual treasure left behind by the two quasi-emperors, Ge Xuan and Ge Hong.

He collected many of the Nine Secrets, among which the All, Soldiers, and Masters broke free from their original constraints and even became a new secret technique, though it has not yet been renamed.

The allure of the word-combination secret wasn't as great as he'd imagined; rather, it was the Lingbao main scripture that he was eager to obtain.

With the aura of a quasi-emperor protecting us, it seems the only option is to forcefully clear a path using the Devouring Demon Jar.

Chapter 291 Kunlun Mountain

Having made up his mind, Lü Yao's expression turned serious, and with a thought, his divine power vanished as if pumped out of water.

"boom"

The Devouring Demon Jar revived a wisp of supreme imperial might, and dark raindrops spread out like umbrellas, dense and numerous. The sky roared and the earth trembled. The sage's cave and Dao platform, which had persisted in the chaos for hundreds of years, turned to ashes in an instant.

With a force as powerful as if the heavens were collapsing, the barrier set up by Lü Yao instantly crumbled and descended directly upon the heads of the Lingbao Sect Leader and his companions.

With a "thud," several people collapsed to the ground, their faces pale, their eyes filled with horror, and they could hardly breathe.

In the cultivation world of Earth, sacred weapons are things that have long since disappeared, let alone ancient weapons of the Great Emperor.

"What is this?!" An old Taoist priest roared with bulging eyes, squeezing out a few words from his throat.

"An imperial weapon, possibly the imperial weapon recorded in ancient books!" The Lingbao Sect Leader seemed to recognize it, but he wasn't very sure. Under the imperial aura, his voice was intermittent.

With the Devouring Demon Jar on his head, Lü Yao flew forward at high speed, approaching the mountaintop platform.

But at that moment, the altar seemed to sense the offense. Red and black divine light rose up like smoke and condensed in mid-air into four ancient longswords, each with a different shape and ancient characters engraved on their blades.

Lü Yao easily recognized the meaning of the characters on it: 诛仙 (Zhūxiān), 戮仙 (Lùxiān), 陷仙 (Xiànxiān), 绝仙 (Juéxiān).

Legend has it that when Lingbao Tianzun's four killing swords appeared, even though they were just formed from the light and mist of an ancient formation, their tangible killing intent still made people tremble with fear.

"No, that's not right. This is not an ancient formation left by Lingbao Tianzun. Lingbao Tianzun could not have left an ancient formation here. This ancient formation is incomplete and could not have been set up by Tianzun."

Lu Yao's eyes burned brightly, filled with colorful light, and he saw very clearly with the help of the imperial weapon.

"This should have been left by Ge Xuan. Ge Xuan obtained the complete inheritance of the spiritual treasure, founded the Lingbao Sect, and left behind the ancient array that guards the sect. This is a reasonable guess. For some reason, the descendants did not use the ancient array to continue the inheritance, and let the essence and energy be exhausted, and the chaotic void devoured this mountain."

With these thoughts in mind, Lü Yao continued walking forward without stopping.

Four ancient swords soared into the air, their killing intent blazing, seemingly piercing the heavens!

They transformed into four pillars of light, standing tall between heaven and earth, and suddenly swept across.

"Sizzle sizzle"

The void could not withstand such violence and shattered with a deafening roar, revealing countless cracks that resembled a giant python coiling around the void.

Even through the overwhelming imperial might, Lü Yao was still alarmed by this murderous intent and killing aura.

"boom"

Where the sword light passed, everything was annihilated; everything disappeared, and the laws and principles of the Dao were destroyed.

With a flick of his finger, Lü Yao sent the Devouring Demon Jar soaring into the air. The lid opened, and the jar transformed into a black hole, inlaid with countless floating runes, ready to engulf an ancient realm.

"swallow!"

With a roar, the imperial weapon revealed its ferocious claws, its dark light surging and engulfing all four sword beams.

The world was silent, except for a black hole that swallowed four sword pillars that looked like true dragons; there was no sound, no color.

The next second, time no longer stood still, and everything returned to normal.

With a clang, the lid closed and returned to Lu Yao's head, as if an entire world was rising and falling.

With the loss of the four sword lights, the world was no longer dark. Light shone down on the earth, and the secret realm was in ruins. Under the sweeping might of the Quasi-Emperor, no mountain range remained; all were reduced to flat ground.

The towering peak before us is the last sight of the Lingbao Secret Land.

"tread"

Lu Yao landed on the mountaintop, only ten zhang away from the Taoist altar.

Perhaps due to the damage to a key part caused by the Devouring Demon Jar, four weak cracks appeared on the edge of the platform, spreading towards the center.

A broken ancient formation of the Great Emperor is completely ineffective against a complete imperial weapon.

Not to mention that with Lü Yao's current strength, bearing the revival of a wisp of the Supreme Emperor's might is not much of a burden at all.

If one strand isn't enough, he can revive two or three strands until he truly obliterates this Dao Platform—the core of the incomplete Imperial Array.

Lu Yao stepped forward, and the platform emitted sword light, but it was not as powerful as the four sword pillars that stretched across the heavens and earth, and was blocked by the barrier formed by the dark divine light.

But at that very moment, the wisp of mysterious white energy in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly flew out and hovered in front of him, like a small true dragon, radiating an immortal white glow, extremely mysterious.

Even now, he still doesn't know where this wisp of white energy came from, or why absorbing the profound mysteries of the Dao Scripture would produce such a wisp of gas.

There seems to be no necessary connection between it and his "golden touch".

The wisp of blackish-white energy shot out and headed directly toward the ancient bamboo slips on the platform.

The crimson and black divine light, the quasi-emperor's divine might, were all ignored by it, and it went straight into the bamboo scroll.

Lu Yao's eyes were unusually sharp: "What exactly are you? Are you really a remnant of the Moral Celestial Venerable? But the Moral Celestial Venerable is at most a third or fourth Great Emperor."

It wasn't that he looked down on the Moral Celestial Venerable, but rather that the methods left behind by the pinnacle of humanity in this universe were unlikely to span millions of years.

It is even more difficult to accurately predict his existence and devise a plan.