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

"But this deity is somewhat strange, unlike the deities cultivated by ordinary people. Even I find it difficult to discern its true nature."

"That furnace composed of Dao patterns and laws is somewhat similar to the Jiang family's Hengyu Furnace," Ye Fan, who was watching the battle, suddenly said. During the miserable days when he was being hunted down by the Jiang family, he often saw replicas of the Hengyu Furnace.

A ridiculous idea suddenly popped into his mind: Could it be that Lü Yao's fire god is related to Emperor Hengyu?

"You seem to have seen a lot." Lu Yao's gentle voice suddenly appeared. Hei Huang and Ye Fan turned around and saw Lu Yao, dressed in a white robe with gold trim, suddenly appearing beside Ye Fan without making a sound.

Ye Fan asked doubtfully, "Your avatar only looks like it's at the fifth level of the Dao Palace realm. Can it defeat Little Peng King?"

If Lü Yao were to personally take action, he naturally believed there wouldn't be any mishaps. But a mere clone at the fifth level of the Dao Palace realm—wasn't that a bit unstable?

Lu Yao looked at Ye Fan and said seriously, "Don't think that Little Peng King is that strong. He is far from being a true genius. I am waiting for the one in the Great Wilderness Halberd to make a move."

The little dragon king in green noticed the appearance of Lü Yao's true form. Upon hearing Lü Yao's words, he felt that the Holy Son of Yao Guang was joking.

An astonishing change occurred in the sky: clouds stretching for hundreds of miles suddenly burst into flames, flames appeared out of thin air, and the temperature between heaven and earth rose sharply.

"This doesn't seem like the strength of the Dao Palace Secret Realm." The Golden-Winged Roc King's golden hair turned black as he watched the wisps of flame in the sky intertwine and converge into a massive phantom of a divine furnace.

A wall made of Dao patterns appeared in front of his face; he had just run headfirst into it.

In the blink of an eye, the divine furnace in Hengyu's hand transformed into a huge phantom furnace, within which the phantom of the Golden Roc flew about, but was always blocked by the furnace walls.

"One hundred and eight thousand swords!"

The voice of the Golden-Winged Roc King pierced through the phantom of the divine furnace and shook the sky. He no longer tried to escape the sea of ​​fire, but instead used the Roc Feather Sword that he had refined.

"I don't believe it. It's just an avatar at the Dao Palace level. How powerful could it be?"

"Watch me smash your broken stove—"

Between heaven and earth, a murderous intent suddenly arose. Golden sword beams shot into the sky, and feathered swords lined up like a forest, each several feet long, with a cold blade and emitting sharp sword energy.

"cut!"

With a determined effort, the Golden-Winged Roc King unleashed a torrent of Roc Feather Swords, crashing into the colossal divine furnace that contained the heavens.

"Clang—"

Each sound was like striking metal; every golden sword that collided with the edge of the divine furnace phantom would light up a crimson iron wall, creating a series of crackling sounds.

After the torrent of sword energy surged through, the phantom of the divine furnace remained completely undamaged.

Seeing this, the Golden-Winged Roc King gritted his teeth and shouted, "Thousand Feathers, Thousand Swords!"

"Three thousand swords, disrupting the void!"

"Clang clang clang..." The divine swords, as thick as buckets, resonated in unison, generating incredible power. The sword beams intertwined, forming a terrifying net, dense and menacing.

However, the final result left everyone feeling cold. Hengyu's illusory figure flickered, and the furnace burned away all the sword energy.

"This birdman's Pengyu Sword is truly powerful. Any other cultivator would probably have been slain by it long ago." Tu Fei was shocked as he looked at the golden rainbow filling the sky.

But what's even more unacceptable is that the Flame Furnace didn't change at all.

No! Yes!

"The furnace formed by the laws of fire is shrinking!" The little dragon king in blue noticed it, and the others noticed it too; the furnace was shrinking.

"The flames are now even more powerful."

The golden robe on the Golden-Winged Roc King had long been burned to tatters by the flames, and his whole body was charred and disheveled. A trace of fear began to appear in his eyes.

"The Heavenly Roc Soars Through the Dragon!" A shout resounded through the heavens, and within the illusory image of the divine furnace, the phantoms of a true dragon and a divine roc appeared.

The Golden-Winged Roc King unleashed his trump card, a technique that was both a strange phenomenon and a divine offensive art.

"I refuse to believe that I can't even defeat your Dao Palace level avatar!" The Golden-Winged Roc King roared, brandishing the Great Wilderness Halberd in his hand. Behind him, the Heavenly Roc Fighting Dragon phenomenon suppressed the flames in the sky as he charged towards Hengyu's avatar, shattering countless flames.

The Great Desolate Halberd exuded a chilling demonic aura, captivating everyone's soul. A tragic aura swept through the hearts of all present, and many lesser demons with weak cultivation turned pale from the force of the halberd's power.

The little dragon king in green robes looked nervous. Could the little roc king with golden wings break through the Flame Furnace and destroy that avatar?

Hengyu's illusory figure had a blurred face, but anyone could feel his aloofness and godlike indifference.

...eighty...eighty-eight...eighty-nine...ninety...one hundred

Finally, on the hundredth attempt, Hengyu's avatar triggered the "All" secret technique 100% of the time, causing his aura to surge tenfold, and the power of the flames in the divine furnace to also surge tenfold.

The divine furnace suddenly shrank tenfold, and the flames within it changed from crimson to golden. Endless golden flames continuously condensed in the void, eventually transforming into a fiery phoenix.

"Boom!" The fiery phoenix pounced on the Golden-Winged Roc King, and the flames soared into the sky. The Heavenly Roc Dragon-Breaking Diagram was powerless against the crimson flames and was directly burned to ashes.

"Ah—" The Golden-Winged Roc King brandished the Great Wilderness Halberd, wielding it with impenetrable force. Dark light rippled, transforming into a curtain of light, but it was no match for the Flame Phoenix.

The phantom of the divine furnace was shrinking, becoming more and more like a real artifact. Dao patterns gradually appeared on the body of the Flame Phoenix. Those Dao patterns were like real feathers, gorgeous and noble.

"Screech!" The Flame Phoenix roared to the sky, smashing the dark light shield constructed by the Great Desolate Halberd to pieces.

"Ah!" The Golden-Winged Roc King was instantly engulfed in flames. The intense pain transformed him into a gigantic Heavenly Roc demon, his entire body wreathed in flames, making him extremely terrifying.

With overwhelming force, even though the fiery red figure didn't move an inch in the clouds, Little Peng King was powerless to retaliate against the furnace it unleashed.

The demon cultivators felt a chill run through them, filled with fear.

The fight has lasted only ten breaths. The Golden-Winged Roc King has used several powerful secret techniques, but they have all been easily suppressed by the flames in the divine furnace, leaving him in his current miserable state, and he is very likely to die.

The little dragon king in green robes knew more, but felt even more powerless; it was merely an avatar suppressed to the level of a Dao Palace.

If this incarnation were to unleash its full power, could it possibly sweep away the younger generation of the Eastern Wilderness?

But more importantly, Little Peng King cannot die here, otherwise Old Peng King will hold him and Green Dragon King accountable!

He gritted his teeth, cupped his hands to Lü Yao, and pleaded, "Please, Your Majesty, show mercy and spare his life!"

Unexpectedly, Lü Yao shook his head and pointed to the Great Wilderness Halberd floating in mid-air, saying, "It's not over yet! My real opponent has appeared."

Amidst the raging flames, the Great Wilderness Halberd trembled slightly, seals were broken, and a domineering figure slowly emerged...

It was a powerful force that he had sensed long ago, the force within the Great Desolate Halberd.

It is a manifestation of a great power of the old Peng King.

Chapter 116 Old Peng King Makes a Move

A figure slowly emerged from the Great Wilderness Halberd and gradually solidified, its eyes like two sharp swords that pierced the skin.

He was depicted as an old man, yet tall and imposing, with a head of golden hair flowing over his shoulders, skin shimmering with a golden luster, and wearing a golden Taoist robe. His entire being resembled a burning flame.

That was an incarnation of the Old Peng King.

It was clearly just an incarnation, yet it seemed like an unparalleled demon god, standing tall in the sky, looking down upon all living beings.

With a single hand, he unleashed a golden claw that transformed the golden light into a single, powerful claw far surpassing the Roc King's claw. It blotted out the sky and easily seized the crimson-gold Flame Phoenix, squeezing it gently.

"Bam—"

The Flame Phoenix split into wisps of Dao Fire, dissipating into the world.

His claws trembled again, and the divine furnace that had been forging heaven and earth vanished into nothingness.

The young Peng King was lifted up by divine power and slowly floated behind the old Peng King. His huge demon body had been burned beyond recognition, but his aura was still relatively stable.

Lu Yao's avatar did not kill him; Little Peng King was not his enemy. His target from the beginning was the demon king's avatar inside the Great Wilderness Halberd.

The old Peng King's face was calm, his eyes deep. With a thought, the Great Wilderness Halberd wrapped around the Golden-Winged Little Peng King and turned into a golden light, disappearing into the depths of the secret realm.

Seeing this, Tu Fei asked, "Where did that birdman go with the Great Wilderness Halberd?"

The little dragon king in green sighed, "Old Peng King was on good terms with my father, so he should be sent to my father's secluded retreat for treatment."

Since Little Peng King has lost consciousness, he is naturally unable to use the Heavenly Peng Regeneration Technique to recover from his injuries, nor can he take any spiritual medicine. However, Azure Dragon King will lend a hand out of respect for Old Peng King.

Lu Yao remained expressionless, took a step, and disappeared from the crowd. When he reappeared, he was already next to his Dao Palace avatar.

With a thought, Hengyu's avatar vanished, becoming a ball of crimson divine light that returned to his inner sanctum, and the sky once again turned azure.

"Junior Yao Guang Holy Son greets senior demon race." Lu Yao's gaze was level with that of the old Peng King, and there was something strange in his voice.

Old Peng Wang's eyes turned to Lü Yao, icy cold: "You're deliberately forcing me out."

Accompanying these words was a powerful aura, belonging to the level of a great being, soaring straight into the sky like billowing smoke, dissipating all the layers of clouds.

Lu Yao's face was solemn, and a fighting spirit slowly emerged in his eyes: "This junior wishes to test the strength of the peerless demon king."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gourd flew out from his sea of ​​consciousness, growing to a size of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), hovering above his head, with dozens of streams of chaotic energy cascading down like a waterfall, protecting his body.

He specialized in cultivating the two great secret realms of the Sea of ​​Wheels and the Dao Palace. Admittedly, once one reaches the Quasi-Emperor realm, everyone will start cultivating these two secret realms again, but now they have brought him combat power far exceeding that of the normal realm.

Within the Sea of ​​Wheels, the two great Heavenly Venerables, Yuanshi and Daode, and the three deities, Xihuang, Hengyu, and Taihuang, within the Dao Palace, are constantly exploring the potential of the secret realm for him.

At this time, the old Peng King was only an avatar, not the real body of the peerless demon king, and his combat power was not the same as that of the real body.

In the Sendai Secret Realm, each step is equivalent to the previous nine levels, but it is not divided into such fine divisions. Instead, it is roughly divided into early, middle and peak stages.

The most powerful beings reach the pinnacle of the second level of the Sendai Heaven, the end of this small staircase. The next step is to break through the Heavenly Gate of the Dao and become a king.

If the avatar of Elder Zhang of Dragon Head Peak possesses the strength of the pinnacle of the Immortal Realm, then in Lü Yao's perception, one of the avatars of the supreme powerhouse Old Peng King should be at the early or mid-stage of the Immortal Realm.

Old Peng King's physical body and primordial spirit have long been honed to their limits, with no further advancement possible. He is only waiting to sever his Dao, making him far stronger than Elder Zhang.

The demons watching the battle recognized the old Roc King and overheard their conversation, which immediately shocked them:

"Has the Holy Son of Yaoguang gone mad? He wants to challenge the peerless demon king, Old Peng King?" A demon cultivator thought he was deaf and asked the cultivator next to him.

"You heard me right, the Holy Son of Yaoguang is going to challenge the Old Peng King, even if it's just an avatar sealed in the Great Wilderness Halberd," the demon cultivator replied.

"Ye Zi, your friend is crazy! Judging from the power of this avatar of the Old Peng King, it must be at the level of a great power. Wouldn't it be slapped to death?" Tu Fei said blankly.

Black Emperor grinned and said, "This kid may be mysterious, but surely he can't possibly fight against an ancient powerhouse?"

As a member of the demon race, he had just learned about the strength of the old Peng King from the other demon cultivators.

Even knowing that Lü Yao was somewhat mysterious, they still felt that he was being too confident.

Unexpectedly, Ye Fan calmly looked at the two people facing off in the sky and slowly said, "I believe in Lü Yao. He is not someone who speaks without reason."

Tu Fei's grandfather, Tu Tian, ​​was still some distance from reaching the pinnacle of the second level of immortality, but he was already the leader of a major power in the Northern Region, and even the Holy Land was unwilling to provoke him.

He then said, "That is an extremely powerful being. For ten thousand years, such a person has been a regional overlord."

"It's alright, have you forgotten what else he has up his sleeve?" Ye Fan said casually, knowing some of Lü Yao's trump cards.