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

Wait a minute, we're not missing anything, so don't let your Dao heart break down!

Lu Yao sat up abruptly in a panic: "Don't do that! You can't let your Dao Heart shatter!"

The comprehension of Tai Chi Chuan is ridiculously strong. Even Ye Fan, who has the Bodhi Seed, might not be stronger than it. We can't just let it become a useless secret technique just because we're afraid it's no match for the Undying Emperor's Secret Technique and we switch to the Ruthless Man's Secret Technique, because then our Dao Heart will collapse.

Seeing your anxiety stemming from concern, your "Tai Chi Chuan" felt a warmth in its heart and vowed to thoroughly comprehend the Eight Thousand Secret Techniques and the forbidden chapters of the Devouring Heaven Demon Art, transforming them as quickly as possible into a Quasi-Emperor Secret Technique or even a Great Emperor Forbidden Secret Technique.

That's more like it...

[Your "Tai Chi" technique is currently being reviewed and analyzed in relation to this battle. I will share a copy with you later, so please do not disturb me.]

This...this person is still a little bothered by being beaten...hasn't fully recovered to be that enlightened master yet.

Well, at least his Dao heart is preserved. I'll see if there's a way to get him to study the scriptures and teachings of the ancient clans and holy lands later.

Lu Yao was determined to obtain all kinds of scriptures and secret manuals as soon as possible, including those from the human race, the demon race, and the ancient race. He would accept any that came his way.

Your "Soldier's Secret Technique" is lying on a boulder, seemingly unhappy, because you didn't use it during the battle.

Is this ever going to end? Are all of you this individualistic?

Lu Yao's eyes widened as he searched for the stone, whose existence he didn't know if, to see if there really was someone on it.

If so, pin the soldier to the ground and kill him.

Can't you two see you're being chased? You're just making things worse!

[Your "Soldier's Secret" senses your anxiety and knows you care about it. Holding its baby bottle and patting its chest, it assures you it has a great idea and will definitely help you refine the gourd into an invincible divine object.]

Wait... is he sucking on a baby bottle?

Lu Yao's eyes were filled with doubt. What exactly was the "Secret of the Soldier"?

But after a while, Lü Yao realized that he didn't understand the essence of the cheat system at all, so he gave up.

"Fine, let them take whatever they want. I'm tired, I need to rest."

Although the battle with the Hundred Flowers Saintess lasted only a few dozen moves and he was not injured, the subsequent escape from the pursuit of a half-step Great Power was quite mentally taxing, and Lü Yao quickly fell into a deep state of recuperation.

When I awoke again, the lake reflected the full moon, wisps of mist swirling around it. On several distant mountain peaks, there were corpse kings and ferocious beasts, exuding powerful auras as they breathed in and out of the moonlight.

No old corpse with a cultivation level above Dragon Transformation can even occupy a small hill. That's how realistic the cultivation world is; strength is paramount.

Why does it look like there's someone on the lake?

Lu Yao rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating from the secret energy of the character "兵".

"Sigh...it really was an illusion. It's all fine now, it can't be a ghost, can it?" The woman in the green palace dress on the lake disappeared.

Although the hallucinations disappeared, Lü Yao felt colder, as if something was blowing on his neck.

He rubbed the back of his neck to smooth out the goosebumps, feeling a little apprehensive.

This is the Qinling Mountains, filled with ancient corpses. Regardless of their cultivation level, cultivators seem to prefer burying themselves here. It's normal if there are any remnant souls or something similar, right?

As the old saying goes, "Born in the Eastern Wilderness, buried in the Qinling Mountains?"

"I actually miss Master Duan a little now. I shouldn't have bullied him like that last time. How will we brothers meet again in the future?"

Holy light flashed in Lü Yao's eyes, and runes representing the path of light rose and fell as he searched for the anomalies on the lake and in this vast ancient forest, piece by piece and inch by inch.

But the woman in green never appeared again, and there were no graves nearby.

For an entire day, purple divine light descended from the gourd above Lü Yao's head, transforming into a light curtain to protect him, and then he activated his divine eye to search for any anomalies in the vicinity.

Still nothing.

Tonight is not a full moon night. On Earth, it would be around the tenth of each month. The crescent moon hangs high, its light flowing, and all sorts of corpses are greedily absorbing the moon's radiance and dragon energy.

Lu Yao sat cross-legged by the lake, with a pile of ordinary source stones in front of him, mixed with a lot of pure source stones. Strands of essence were absorbed by the Dao Palace and the Sea of ​​Wheels Secret Realm.

Even with the Devouring Heaven Demon Art's automatic cultivation and comprehension of the Great Dao, the essence of heaven and earth cannot be generated out of thin air; it still requires Lü Yao's provision.

He also voluntarily shared his understanding of Tai Chi Chuan and practiced alongside the Devouring Heaven Demon Art. His progress almost doubled, and he might only need two more months of arduous training to advance to the fifth level of the Dao Palace.

Suddenly, he stopped cultivating and opened his eyes.

A woman in a green dress appeared on the lake, wearing a hairpin that was neither gold nor jade.

This green hairpin was tied into her dark hair and hung between her cloud-like hair, with flowing patterns.

The woman's eyes held an lingering sorrow, which slowly transformed into hope.

Upon seeing this, Lü Yao asked, "Who are you?"

The woman remained silent, as if her spirit could not communicate with the living, and slowly dissipated.

But a three-zhang-long whirlpool slowly appeared in the center of the lake, and the power of the void dissipated, like a gateway.

Lu Yao felt a tremor in his heart and a slight tremor in his mind, but it was not because of a crisis.

It seemed that an opportunity was waiting for him, and something in the lake was attracting him.

With a "splash!", water splashed everywhere.

Lu Yao chose to trust his intuition and entered the vortex that seemed like a gateway between two worlds, disappearing into the Qinling Mountains where corpses danced and ferocious beasts roamed freely.

......

"Brother Xun Can, hurry up!"

When Lü Yao opened his eyes, he heard this voice, but it came from his own mouth, as if he had become a six or seven-year-old girl.

Behind him was a boy of the same age, chasing after her.

"Ying'er, wait for me!" The boy's smile was as bright as the sun, pure and warm, as he played the simplest game in the world with the girl.

Chapter Forty-Eight: Memories of a Sage

The scene shifts, and Lü Yao is kneeling on the ground, stubbornly staring at a middle-aged man beside him.

This is a dark ancestral hall. There is an offering table in front of it, and three sticks of fine sandalwood are stuck in the incense burner, filling the hall with a sweet fragrance.

"Father, why can't I associate with Brother Xun Can?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man snapped his wooden whip across her back: "You are the eldest daughter of the Lan family, a divine body capable of ascension. He comes from a small family; how could he be worthy of you? He's only ruining your reputation."

Lu Yao suddenly felt a pain in his back.

Damn it, why are you using a magic weapon to fight people?!

"No, I want to be with him." Lan Ying stood up and ran out of the ancestral hall. The middle-aged man behind her trembled with anger and cursed, "Unfilial daughter!"

The image flashed by.

"Ying'er, you must cultivate diligently. Only when you become stronger can you protect me."

Lu Yao looked at the boy grinning and making flirtatious remarks, and really wanted to punch him...

Unfortunately, this seems to be someone else's memory, perhaps the memory of the woman in the green dress?

But even if you are an ancient sage, how can you let people perceive your past in the first person?

ah?!

Lu Yao asked a question in shock, but to no avail.

Two years later, the boy's talent was discovered, and his exceptional comprehension caught the eye of a powerful figure, who then sent him to join an ancient sect in Zhongzhou, a sect far more powerful than the Lan family.

The Lan family finally agreed to the marriage.

The scene flashed again, and Lü Yao was cultivating in a palace of his family. At this time, the girl named Lan Ying had already tied up her hair in a woman's bun, and her cultivation had reached the second level of the Immortal Platform. She had been married to her childhood sweetheart for more than two hundred years.

However, her husband entered a secret realm within the sect several years ago in order to obtain a kind of inheritance, and has not returned since.

Just then, the family formation suddenly activated, shouts of battle shook the heavens, and weapons flew everywhere. Someone was attacking the Lan family!

Boundless killing intent engulfed the Lan family's territory. Several kings joined forces to massacre the Lan family, nearly wiping them out. Lan Ying was severely injured.

Just at this critical moment, a streak of light descended from the sky. It was Xun Can, who had already achieved the status of King after severing the Dao. He was several hundred years old, and his appearance had not changed, but he had become much more composed.

He fought fiercely against several kings, and managed to break through the encirclement with Lan Ying.

The two sides chased each other across the ancient Central Plains, and Lan Ying was carried along by this young king for a full thirty years.

Over the course of those thirty years, Lan Ying also learned the identity of her pursuers.

They are remnants of the Feathered Divine Dynasty, from the other side of the starry sky, searching for Feathered Bodies, hoping to open the mysterious little world left behind by the Feathered Emperor on the ancient Feathered Star, where the secret of the Feathered Emperor's resurrection may lie.

However, opening the small world requires three ethereal beings as keys. These remnants have left their mark across several star fields, and finally, three targets were identified, one of whom was Lan Ying.

Thirty years later, Xun Can became a half-saint, and Lan Ying became a king. Those kings had long been killed by Xun Can himself.

But the pursuer has changed to an extremely powerful saint, and the battle royale game has been upgraded!

Xun Can dragged Lü Yao along, running wildly through the desolate Central Plains, trying to evade the pursuit of the sages. He dared not bring a sage back to the sect, as there were no such experts in the sect.

In their panic, the two entered an ancient temple with an altar. They didn't know where it led, but they knew their situation couldn't be worse than it was now.

Thus, they traversed boundless time and space and fell into the Primordial Ancient Mine in the Eastern Wilderness.

The sages who followed were persistent and came after them, but they seemed to have bad luck as well. They encountered a strange plant and were strangled to death by the ancient vines.

Xun Can led Lan Ying inch by inch through the Primordial Ancient Mine, encountering dangers and getting injured repeatedly. In the end, a mysteriously appearing fragment of a star pierced through his Sea of ​​Wheels, grazing his Wheel of Fate and damaging his foundation.

Fortunately, the two finally reached the edge of the ancient mine.

Fortunately, there was a cave here, and inside the cave was a small pool of divine essence liquid.

Xun Can's Dao foundation was already damaged, and he was not far from death. Lan Ying had no choice but to seal him with his divine source and leave him there. After setting up an ancient formation, Lan Ying left the ancient mine and headed to the Qinling Mountains in the Central Plains.

The two men came from Zhongzhou, so they were naturally familiar with the legends of the Qinling Mountains in Zhongzhou.

Legend has it that there is an ancient dragon's lair in the Qinling Mountains, containing a dreamlike divine essence, comparable to an immortal elixir. Perhaps finding it could save Xun Can's life and heal his Daoist injuries.

This departure might be a final farewell. Lan Ying stared intently at Xun Can in the Divine Source Liquid, tears welling up in her eyes, yet her gaze remained resolute.

"My husband, wait for me to come back and save you!"

She resolutely left and returned to Zhongzhou to save her husband.

Unfortunately, she searched the entire Qinling Mountains and even found a Chaos Stone Saint Spirit that had failed to transform, but she still couldn't find the Ancient Dragon's Lair.