Covering the Sky: A Guide to Proving the Dao Without Cheats

Chapter 140 This sky... is not a place you should set foot in.

The four phantom images of the spirits that were already attached to his skin instantly burst into flames, transforming into four-colored divine flames that enveloped his entire body!

He seemed to have used some forbidden secret technique, directly igniting the protective phantoms of the four spirits, using his own essence as fuel and his lifespan as fire!

In an instant, the four-colored flames erupted like a blazing sun, burning fiercely! The flames were so intense that they were almost transparent, making Wang Teng look like a god or demon bathed in fire, with every inch of his skin burning, every drop of his blood boiling, and every strand of his hair turning to ashes!

This was a truly desperate, life-or-death strike!

Flames surged forth, their violent power attempting to spread in all directions, only to crash violently into an invisible wall—the suppression of the entire Tai Ming Yu Wan Tian!

The flames surged and burned across the land, yet could not spread forward even a fraction. They could only resentfully surge towards Wang Teng's back, dyeing half the sky with four vibrant colors, like a dying phoenix burning its last glory!

But in front of him, there still stood that insurmountable, invisible wall.

But Wang Teng couldn't care less about any of that. Relying on the power he had gained from burning his life force, he suddenly exerted his strength and let out a "whoosh!"

Amidst a terrifying roar, he actually took another two feet forward! With that step, a chaotic ripple exploded in the void, and wherever the ripple passed, space crumbled into pieces!

But that's all.

The onlookers watched from afar as Wang Teng exerted all his strength, burning everything he had, but was suppressed by Luo Heng with one hand, remaining three feet away from him, completely helpless!

Their expressions became complicated.

They had all witnessed Wang Teng's strength; among the many young prodigies, few dared to claim they could easily defeat him. The title of Northern Emperor was truly well-deserved.

But at this moment, the young man named Beidi, despite giving his all and burning everything he had, still could not get within three feet of that person.

To live in the same era as such a being is a tragedy.

This is from an outsider's perspective.

From Luo Heng's perspective, countless colorful chains of divine order transformed into a vast, all-encompassing net, covering Wang Teng beneath them. Each chain was as thick as a mountain, inscribed with profound runes and flowing with chaotic energy.

Wang Teng held up the enormous cross-shaped star field, like an arrow, trying to pierce through this net of heaven and earth. He pushed the net up, creating a bulge, and came to within three feet of Luo Heng.

With each exertion of his power, waves of the Dao's might crashed against this network like tsunamis crashing on the shore or galaxies colliding—yet following the divine chains of order, they were spread throughout the entire world and swallowed up by the endless void.

No matter how hard we try, we can't break through even the slightest barrier.

Yes, Wang Teng charged to Luo Heng's side despite the suppression of the entire Tai Ming Yu Wan Tian.

Luo Hengting admires his hard work and dedication.

But—it's time to end this.

He looked down at Wang Teng, whose blood was boiling and who was frantically pouring divine power into the Qian Starfield, and said indifferently, "I heard that you have obtained the inheritance of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor. But you should know that the Chaotic Ancient Emperor became an emperor through a hundred defeats. Since you have obtained his inheritance, you should follow his path."

As he finished speaking, Luo Heng slowly raised the hand that had been pressing down.

In an instant, his demeanor changed drastically—his air became subtly elegant and noble.

"Therefore, this sky—is not a place you should set foot in."

"Get down—"

Before he finished speaking, he had already pressed down with his palm, his posture revealing a touch of sorrow and determination.

The onlookers' hearts skipped a beat—this demeanor was far too strange, completely different from the arrogant Luo Heng they had just seen.

However, upon closer inspection, they discovered that the feeling they had just experienced was merely a fleeting illusion, as if it were a hallucination.

At this moment, Luo Heng truly resembled an emperor descending to earth. His posture was both elegant to the extreme and domineering to the extreme, as if all things in the world should bow down and submit to this palm strike.

The void collapsed silently.

It wasn't tearing, it wasn't exploding, but a true collapse—space was like a sheet of rice paper being crumpled by an invisible hand, collapsing inward layer by layer until it turned into nothingness.

The pitch-black cracks spread out, swallowing all the light around them, as if even time itself had frozen under this palm strike.

The white hand slowly descended.

Five feet, four feet, three feet—

With every inch it fell, the heavens and earth trembled; with every fraction it fell, the void collapsed.

Finally, his palm touched the cross-shaped star field.

"boom--!"

In an instant, the dazzling cross-shaped star field vanished like a dream! There was no stalemate, no struggle, as if it was destined to disappear under this palm strike.

Endless starlight scattered and splashed, the last lament of the star field, which was swallowed by nothingness in an instant.

Luo Heng's palm strike, still powerful, carried the full force of the Heaven and Earth Net's backlash, and landed squarely on Wang Teng's body. "Bang bang bang—"

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Wang Teng tore through layers of sound barriers and shot backward at an even faster speed than when he came! His figure left a long, bloody trail in the void, a gruesome sight of blood being evaporated by high-speed friction. Blood mist trailed hundreds of feet behind him, like a bloody comet's tail!

"boom--!"

The earth trembled violently! Centered on Wang Teng's crash site, the ground within a radius of a hundred miles surged like raging waves, and bottomless cracks spread in all directions! Each crack was tens of feet wide and bottomless, with magma gushing out from within!

The terrifying divine power swept across the land like a hurricane, uprooting the mountains along the way and pulverizing them into dust in mid-air, turning them into a sky full of dust!

Once everything had calmed down, a huge dust mushroom cloud rose from the spot, blotting out the sky and reaching a height of tens of thousands of feet!

The onlookers in the distance stared in disbelief, speechless for a long time. Some people's legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground; some were pale-faced and their foreheads were covered in cold sweat; others muttered to themselves but could not utter a sound.

The power of that palm strike was beyond their comprehension. It was not the power that the Four Extremes Realm should possess, nor even the power that the Dragon Transformation Realm should possess! They seemed to glimpse the majesty of an emperor within it, and the existence that was high above and looked down upon all living beings!

Only a few people who were very familiar with Luo Heng—such as Ye Fan—always felt that when Luo Heng's last palm struck down, there was an indescribable—allure in his posture.

It was as if the one who made the move was not Luo Heng, but a poignant and resolute woman, an emperor standing at the end of the mortal world, looking down upon eternity.

Of course, this was just a subtle feeling that Ye Fan had because he was too familiar with Luo Heng; no one else noticed it.

But in fact, Ye Fan's feeling was correct.

Luo Heng's final move was a secret imitation of the palm strike from the Western Emperor's memory, using the character "斗" (fight).

The innate Dao embryo is inherently in harmony with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and every action it takes is supported by the order of Heaven and Earth. At this moment, Luo Heng is in the Tai Ming Yu Wan Tian Heaven, and is also surrounded by the rules of Heaven and Earth.

The combination of the two was truly a case of "when the time is right, heaven and earth lend their strength," unleashing a terrifying power far beyond imagination. It was an imitation of the true Emperor's strike, lacking the Emperor's substance but possessing some of the Emperor's aura.

At this moment, Luo Heng's overall demeanor had returned to normal.

He stood high in the sky, looking down at the enormous mushroom cloud of dust below, and casually waved his hand—

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In an instant, the dust in the sky seemed to be drawn back to the ground by an invisible force, and the world was cleared up.

The entire battlefield seemed to have been drenched in a heavy rain; there wasn't a single speck of dust in the air, it was clear and clean, with only the cracks remaining in the void slowly healing.

Right in the middle of this battlefield, in a huge impact crater, Wang Teng lay there like a pool of blood and mud.