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

[Your "Tai Chi Chuan" is performed with your hands behind your back, your white robes flowing, and your eyes filled with Taoist wisdom. It remains silent, quietly gazing at the ridge of Mount Tai, seemingly having grasped something from the concept of yin and yang dividing day and night. The power of your fist technique has increased by three points.]

[Your "Primordial Qi Gong" is currently sitting cross-legged, focusing your mind on your dantian, completely immersed in cultivation. Knowing that diligence can make up for lack of talent, and practicing for twenty-four hours a day, it only hopes to exert just a little more effort to completely break through the limits of its talent.]

Two pieces of information suddenly popped into Lü Yao's mind.

At this moment, as he gazed into the distance from the top of Mount Tai, his heart was filled with emotion, marveling at the vastness of heaven and earth and lamenting his own insignificance, like an ant.

Hearing that this guy had actually gained some understanding of "Tai Chi Chuan", Lü Yao was overjoyed. This was his most powerful attack method at the moment, so naturally the more powerful the better.

Sure enough, in no time, countless insights about the combination of strength and gentleness, and the harmony of yin and yang, flooded into my mind.

Very good, as expected of the boxing style I have practiced, it already possesses three-tenths of my comprehension.

Lu Yao stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky with a calm expression, like a supreme Taoist master.

He wasn't originally from this world; he traveled here more than twenty years ago.

He thought he had been reborn back to his teenage years, so he plagiarized a lot of literary works and hit songs, achieved financial freedom before going to university, and then became an angel investor, owning a number of promising companies.

By his sophomore year, he had more and more money. He thought it would be good to just be the richest man in the country. But one day, he saw two groups of freshmen fighting on the university basketball court.

Among them were two burly junior students, one named Ye Fan and the other named Pang Bo!

What else is there to say? Lü Yao can only help fight first. What if it really is Ye-Fengchu-Heavenly Emperor?

Afterwards, Lü Yao donated some money to the school to settle the fight incident and found out about Ye Fan's situation.

He had several college classmates in his class, named Lin Jia, Liu Yunzhi, Wang Ziwen, Zhou Yi...

He also has a girlfriend named Li Xiaoman whom he just won over.

Lu Yao's vision went black. What was the point of playing this game? After all those years of hard work, were urban fantasy and fantasy the same thing?

So he spent a lot of money inquiring about cultivation, and even Ye Fan, who was quite interested in cultivation, thought he had gone mad.

As the saying goes, heaven rewards those who persevere. He learned that a small family in southern Fujian was selling martial arts techniques, so he traveled a long distance to buy the "Hun Yuan Yi Qi Gong".

Unfortunately, it is an incomplete piece, which can only open up the sea of ​​suffering, but cannot even cultivate the life spring, nor does it have a matching offensive technique.

No wonder you can buy things with money! What good stuff can you get if you can buy it with money?

Then, just as he was running the technique for the first time, his golden finger arrived late but surely. The "Primordial Qi Gong" could actually be practiced automatically and even deduce the technique on its own!

Most importantly, they are diligent and conscientious, focusing solely on practice, unlike the flashy style of Tai Chi.

After years of diligent cultivation, he has now reached the other shore, and the next step is the Dao Palace Secret Realm.

After obtaining the cultivation method, he spent a lot of effort to learn Tai Chi Chuan in a small Taoist temple on the back of Wudang Mountain, thus supplementing his combat skills.

In this degenerate age on Earth, he can be considered a minor expert.

Throughout this process, it was all due to his own efforts. On the contrary, the "Primordial Qi Gong" had reached its limit, making it difficult for him to advance further and holding him back.

The Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin hadn't arrived yet, but he couldn't wait to head to Beidou to see the Emperor's Scripture that allowed him to cultivate on his own.

Which is stronger, the Taiyin meridian or the Taiyang meridian?

Between the Beginningless Sutra and the Devouring Heaven Demon Art, is talent more important, or is aptitude more important?

Let me see your limits!

"Lao Lu, I brought some food, come and have some!"

As Lü Yao was admiring the scenery of Mount Tai and hoping for another epiphany in "Tai Chi Chuan", a voice came from behind him.

Lu Yao turned around and saw that the person who came was Ye Fan.

Further away, Ye Fan's classmates took out self-heating rice, bread, and water from their backpacks.

"I won't eat. You're having a class reunion." Lü Yao shook his head, declining Ye Fan's offer. He was preoccupied with the Big Dipper and had no appetite.

Besides, with his current level of cultivation, he can go for a long time without eating and be fine.

This time, he didn't climb the mountain at the same time as Ye Fan. Instead, after finding out the time of the gathering, he arrived a day early and wandered around the top of Mount Tai, looking for any ancient artifacts left behind.

Obviously, there was nothing there, so Lü Yao behaved himself and waited for the "Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin" spaceship to arrive at the port. Moreover, he was no more than twenty meters away from VIP customer Ye Fan, in order to prevent himself from missing the boat.

At university, Ye Fan and Lü Yao had a good relationship. The two were considered oddballs because of their obsession with cultivation culture. So after Ye Fan finished his food in a few bites, he went over to Lü Yao. Pang Bo also came over; he had just joined the group.

"Old Lu, do you think there are any gods on Mount Tai?"

Ye Fan asked.

No mountain is greater than this, no history is more ancient than this, it is the foremost of the Five Sacred Mountains, and the number one mountain under heaven.

"Of course there are, but they might not be gods, but rather more powerful cultivators," Lu Yao said calmly and confidently.

He did not teach Ye Fan the cultivation method because Ye Fan's cultivation method was too bad. If he hadn't been able to cultivate the method himself, he probably would have given up long ago. He was worn down by the relentless grind.

Even if Ye Fan were given it, he might not be able to escape the Sea of ​​Suffering.

Once Ye Fan reaches Beidou, he will have an even brighter future, with several imperial scriptures awaiting him.

As for whether the Imperial Scripture is complete or not, that's none of your concern!

Ye Fan was taken aback, not expecting Lü Yao to be so certain.

He naturally knew that after Lü Yao went to university, he traveled around seeking immortality and visiting Taoist masters. He had even followed Lü Yao to places like Sichuan and Zhongnan Mountain, but returned disappointed each time.

Lu Yao said at the time that the practitioners in these places had closed their mountain gates and did not welcome ordinary people to enter, for fear that the life essence within the mountain gates would be defiled by the mortal world.

But Ye Fan took it as a joke and spent more time reading the Daoist Canon after returning home to fulfill his hopes.

Later, Lü Yao lived a secluded life, rarely seeing anyone except Ye Fan and his parents.

Ye Fan was about to ask Lü Yao again if he had found a cultivation method during his last trip to the coastal areas of Fujian, when suddenly the top of Mount Tai became noisy.

"What is that?!"

"It's a coffin!"

"Dragon! The dragon has fallen!"

Nine enormous creatures descended rapidly from the sky, each dragging a bronze coffin behind it, and crashed heavily onto the summit of Mount Tai.

Instantly, countless cracks appeared on Jade Emperor Peak, rocks tumbled down, and under the blood-red setting sun, it looked like the end of the world. Tourists screamed and cried, fleeing in all directions.

The nine dragon corpses, resembling nine mountain ranges, crashed down with a clang. The bronze coffin lid opened, and a suction force was generated out of nowhere. Ye Fan and the others, who were closest, were all sucked in.

Because Lü Yao was closest to Ye Fan, he was also sucked in. As soon as he landed inside the coffin, the ancient coffin began to close.

With a clang, the coffin lid slammed shut, and a feeling of overwhelming weight arose. The Kowloon Coffin-Pulling Ship set sail once more.

The coffin was pitch black. Ye Fan's classmates screamed in panic. Some took out their phones to light the way, some dialed the police, and some cried.

Lu Yao breathed a sigh of relief. If nothing unexpected happened, he had caught Ye Tiandi's train and would soon be able to descend upon the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land and taste its specialties.

Lü Yao is about to arrive at the forbidden ancient land he is loyal to.