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

And the other party simply said:

"It feels more comfortable this way."

Lu Yao didn't know which ancient pass Guan Cheng had reached before being pinned to the ground with a spear, but now, he was directly pinned to the wall of the first pass of the human race.

Guan Cheng spoke rudely, and Chi Jiao was about to step forward to make a move, but after thinking about it, he decided to make the move himself, as if to complete a ritual, choosing a posture that no one could understand.

Guan Cheng did not die; he was nailed to the city wall, swaying back and forth like a tattered rag hanging up, with blood constantly flowing from the wounds in his mouth and abdomen.

He tried to draw his spear himself and also tried to use his healing technique, but he couldn't. The powerful Dao principles had sealed off his entire secret realm.

Fortunately, the array patterns on the ancient city wall sensed the disappearance of the external force and also concealed their power; otherwise, he would have been attacked by the ancient array as an enemy.

"Tap tap..."

A series of footsteps suddenly came from the ancient city, accompanied by the clanging of metal armor.

Behind the parapet, figures appeared, their armor gleaming coldly, illuminating all directions. Beneath their helmets were iron masks that concealed their true faces, making them appear as ruthless killing machines.

They carried standard-issue spears or halberds, and a few even carried divine iron bows. Everyone could see that although the armor and weapons were standard-issue, they were made of extremely high-quality materials.

"What is this?" someone asked in a low voice.

"They are soldiers from the ancient pass, guarding the first pass of the human race."

"I heard that they were all once outstanding figures in their respective ancient star regions, but they failed on the ancient trial road. Instead of returning home, they stayed here to improve their cultivation, hoping to set off again one day to conquer the ancient road."

Before the first pass for the human race, there are countless fragmented ancient paths. The fact that everyone has made it this far means that they have already dominated one of these small ancient paths.

But only by stepping into the ancient city of the human race and fighting all the way to the final level can one obtain the qualification for the ultimate ancient pass. The ancient paths of the demon race, the human race, and all the ancient races will converge there. That is the place that truly determines who will become the emperor.

The Ultimate Land has existed since ancient times, opening once every ten thousand years. However, how many people can ascend to the Ultimate Land? And how many can successfully become Emperors?

Looking back on the years, all that remains is white hair and beard, bones buried in the yellow sand.

"The ancient city is mostly inhabited by former losers and their descendants, but it is still a place where hidden talents reside and is quite terrifying. Do not provoke the natives," someone warned, adding that there are special training grounds where fighting is forbidden within the city.

"Enter the customs!"

Suddenly, a divine thought arrived, extremely powerful, echoing like a great bell, causing many people's bones to tremble, their blood to surge, and their faces to show horror.

The ancient city gate creaked open, heavy with age. This was a colossal city standing in the cosmos, as large as a star, containing an environment suitable for human habitation.

Many cultivators urged their mounts forward, preparing to enter the city, while others focused their attention on the four seeded players, all of whom were saints.

Surprisingly, the powerful figure riding the crimson dragon who had just displayed his might stood there motionless, showing no intention of entering the city.

He kept asking the people around him if there were any cultivators from the Big Dipper Star Region, or if there was a star map of the Big Dipper Star Region.

Chapter 300 Beishen

In the end, Lü Yao still managed to ask about it. Although this human cultivator was not from the Big Dipper Ancient Star Region, he possessed a corner of the star map.

Lü Yao cross-referenced this star map with the star map within the Sun Secret Realm, thus confirming the branch ancient road leading to the ancient Big Dipper star.

The other party did not want to offend a seed-level prodigy, and although they were puzzled as to why he was going against the flow, they still generously gave it to Lü Yao.

"If there is an opportunity, we will meet again on the ancient road." Lü Yao bid farewell to this king named Yang Daoxian and embarked on the road back to Beidou.

The crowd surged through the ancient gate, while a streak of crimson light traveled against the current, leaving a dazzling trail of red light in the vast universe.

This path was not smooth. It did not only connect the ancient star field of Beidou, but also other ancient paths of other ancient stars gradually converged. Therefore, Lü Yao heard about some ancient star fields, pure lands and continents that he had never heard of before.

He also met some very promising young prodigies. These prodigies looked at him with surprise when they saw him from afar, as if wondering why someone was walking in the opposite direction.

Some people chose to attack him directly, considering him a loser, but they still carried the treasures that Gu Guan had brought back.

Even when faced with such a person, Lü Yao didn't have to lift a finger; the Crimson Flood Dragon could easily suppress him on its own. Over time, the Crimson Flood Dragon's reputation spread far and wide.

The crowd actually gave him the title of "Red Emperor," which left Lü Yao both amused and exasperated.

The Crimson King was already arrogant enough, and now there's the Crimson Emperor, but it's hard for Lü Yao to say which one is more arrogant.

However, the Crimson Emperor and the Black Emperor are destined to be contemporaries of the Azure Emperor.

Lao Qing is also getting better.

This ancient road is incredibly long and desolate, with only the twinkling stars and galaxies for company. Occasionally, rare magnetic light or black holes can be seen, which can be considered a slight change in the otherwise mundane landscape.

But what interested Lü Yao the most was a star on the verge of destruction. The moment of brilliance it unleashed at the end of its life deeply moved him.

Although he was comparable to a saint, capable of plucking stars from the sky and grasping the moon, he was still like an ant compared to the sun, the moon, and these ancient stars.

Over the past year, Lü Yao has become increasingly silent. He released Zhu Xuan, guided him in cultivation, preached to him, and combined with his unique primordial spirit, imparted to him the original version of the Qianzi Secret and the Nine Refinements of the Sun Gold.

At the same time, the technique for refining primordial spirit weapons that Jiang Ziya had obtained, as well as the dragon-patterned black gold holy spirit sword in his hand, were also given to this kid.

The little guy has already switched to studying the Lingbao Sutra, and this sutra may shine brightly in his hands.

Zhu Xuan was ten years old that year, and he was in the fourth level of the Dao Palace.

Lu Yao was fifty-seven years old. Thirty-one years had passed since he set off for the ancient star Beidou with the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin. For twenty of those years, he had been drifting among various ancient stars, which made him miss Beidou and this second ancient star.

"I wonder if the Holy Lord has succeeded in severing his Dao. The suppression of heaven and earth has lessened so much. If he still hasn't succeeded, it would be too embarrassing. His talent is far inferior to that of Senior Uncle Wang Zheng..."

"I wonder what happened to Ruyu. If I take the Sacred Heart away, her pure bloodline will definitely be slowed down, and I don't know what stage her cultivation has reached..."

"And then there's Ye Fan. He's such a troublemaker; he must be going up against those ancient princes. I wonder if he's managed to pluck a hair from the Heavenly Prince's head. But he's only been cultivating for thirty years; I wonder if he can even reach the second level of Immortal..."

"And Yao Xi, I wonder how she is. Since she's back, let's give her a proper status before she leaves again..."

The large star in their eyes disappeared, and a vast ancient star was within reach. The void passage began to shake violently, and countless Dao patterns appeared, forming a network that shone with light and stabilized spacetime.

At the same time, a five-colored pillar shot into the sky from the ancient Big Dipper star, like a lighthouse in the sea, guiding the way.

The extraordinary mansion of Zhongzhou.

On that unremarkable hilltop, the old man tended the medicinal herb field outside his door with a pickaxe, dressed simply, like an ordinary old farmer.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked into the depths of the Qishi Mansion, where a vast void power surged, and a five-colored pillar of light soared into the outer starry sky.

The old lord's face showed a strange expression: "This is... someone has returned from the ancient road..."

He guarded the Qishi Mansion for countless years, making it his home, and knew a great deal about the changes that had taken place on the ancient road.

A blazing fireball appeared deep in the sky, falling along a multicolored pillar of light, accompanied by occasional dragon roars, carrying a terrifying aura.

The old manor shone two beams of divine light from his eyes, and wisps of Dao traces appeared outside his eye sockets as he saw the visitors from beyond the realm.

A crimson dragon is returning from beyond the realm, occasionally letting out a terrifying roar. Its scales look like they were cast from molten iron, shimmering with a chilling light. If one did not know that there are no real dragons in the universe, many people would probably mistake it for one.

"It's him. He disappeared for thirty years and has actually returned." The old mansion master withdrew his divine gaze and muttered to himself.

If that dragon has already reached the Great Perfection of King, how terrifying must this number one genius of the Beidou human race be now?

Not only the old manor lord, but everyone saw the strange phenomenon there. When an ancient savage beast, like a real dragon, descended from the sky and crashed down, the entire Qishi Mansion trembled three times.

"Boom!"

The sound spread in all directions, even waking up the geniuses who were in seclusion cultivating or comprehending the Dao through the inscriptions left by sages.

In an instant, figures rose into the air, standing high above the clouds, looking toward the source of the disturbance.

"They are from beyond the realm. Could it be that a powerful expert who left has returned?"

"That dragon's aura is so strong, I feel even the deputy prefect is not as strong as it."

"There's a person standing on the dragon's head. Who is that person? They look somewhat familiar."

Suddenly, someone shouted, "It's the Holy Son of Yaoguang! It's the Holy Son of Yaoguang who left twenty years ago!"

This person's voice instantly wiped away everyone's long-dormant memories, and the person's name appeared in their minds:

Lu Yao, the Holy Son of Yaoguang.

The sworn brother of the Three Evils of the Big Dipper.

They call themselves the light of the Big Dipper.

A traveler carrying holy weapons/imperial weapons.

The custom of carrying sacred weapons when traveling through the Great Wilderness originated with this person.

The Primordial Clan emerged a few years ago and, in their quest for territory, began to hunt down the holy sons of sacred lands, aristocratic families, and ancient sects. However, they were often killed by the holy weapons drawn by the younger generation, resulting in the fall of many Dao-Slaying Kings of the ancient clans.

Now, when the Primordial Clan travels through the Great Wilderness, in addition to using legendary sacred weapons to suppress the clan's internal strength, any additional sacred weapons they acquire will be given to the clan's number one prodigy for protection.

The multicolored pillar of light gradually dimmed, and the entire sky returned to its azure blue. A savage beast, as large as a mountain range, soared into the air, hovering in mid-air, overlooking the many demons of the Qishi Mansion.

Even though the Crimson Dragon had shrunk to only a hundred feet long, its aura as a fully-fledged king was still enough to make people tremble.

Dressed in white, Lü Yao stood atop the red dragon's head, gazing at the prodigies on various mountain peaks.

I've never seen most of them before, but I seem to remember a few. These were the people who were here when Lü Yao was cultivating.

Later, the younger generation all cultivated to Sendai and were gathered by the Qishi Mansion, and they were still there.

Lu Yao did not go up to greet him, but used his divine sense to send a message to the red dragon, indicating that it should go to an ancient cliff.

The red dragon immediately transformed into a streak of red light and rushed towards its destination.

Soon, Lü Yao met an "old acquaintance" there, the former head of the Qishi Mansion.

"I never imagined that the Holy Son would return to Qishi Mansion in this way." The old mansion master still held the medicine hoe in his hand, his trouser legs rolled up, and his calves were covered with dewdrops that shimmered with light.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes as he tried to see through Lü Yao's true nature.

However, he was not entirely sure. Although Lu Yao appeared to have achieved the Great Perfection of Dao, he sensed a sense of threat emanating from him.

When Lü Yao does not actively reveal his divine power, it is difficult for outsiders to see through his specialized cultivation level.

Lu Yao descended step by step from the head of the red dragon, as if stepping on stairs, and landed in front of the old mansion master, laughing:

"Seeing that the old lord is still as healthy as he was back then, I am overjoyed." Lü Yao greeted the old lord with the courtesy due to a junior, and was very humble.

The old lord of the manor allowed him to freely travel to the many relics of sages within the Qishi Mansion, which greatly helped him and allowed him to see thousands of different paths.

"Haha..." The old manor lord laughed heartily, "Come, come inside with me and tell me where we've been for the past twenty years and why we retreated from the ancient road."

"Yes." Lü Yao followed the old mansion master into his simple courtyard. In the courtyard, there was an old wooden table with four small stools next to it, all of which had faded.

The red dragon then transformed into a size of several meters and disappeared into the clouds and mist, its breath sounding like the wind howling through the mountain gorge.