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

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 slapped his wooden whip across her back: "You are the eldest daughter of the Lan family, possessing the divine physique of ascension. He comes from a minor family; how could he be worthy of you? He has only ruined your reputation."

Lu Yao suddenly felt a pain in his back.

Damn it, why are you using a magic weapon to hit 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 sage who followed was persistent and came after them, but he seemed to be unlucky as well. He encountered a strange plant and was strangled to death by the ancient vine.

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.

The remnants of the Feathered Divine Dynasty have come again. Lan Ying is no match for them. She has been chasing and fleeing in the Central Plains with the newly arrived saint for nearly a hundred years. She has become a saint, but her opponent is also improving.

After the final battle, Lan Ying was nearly killed but managed to escape. Carrying her obsession, she entered the Qinling Mountains again, where she created a dilapidated little world in the lake, leaving behind her legacy before passing away.

This wisp of remnant soul resided within his sacred weapon for forty thousand years, manifesting on the lake's surface every thousand years at this time.

But only today did someone come in.

Lu Yao shook his head, breaking free from that dream, or illusion, and snapping out of his fragmented memories.

They discovered that what they were seeing was an ancient corpse.

The flesh and blood of the corpse had long since dried up, and the human skin was directly wrapped around the bones. The upper body was dressed in white, as if woven from moonlight, and the lower body was dressed in green skirt, the same color as jade, but the clothes had already lost their luster.

Even after 40,000 years, her hair still retained its luster, and a lapis lazuli cloud-patterned hairpin was inserted into her temples.

"This is a holy sword."

Having viewed her fragmented memories, Lü Yao knew that this was the weapon that had accompanied Lan Ying as she grew up—a saint-level longsword, which she usually used as a hairpin.

"Xun Can and I are childhood sweethearts. The love token he gave you is also the love token he gave me." Lu Yao muttered to himself as he stepped forward and pulled out the small lapis lazuli cloud-patterned hairpin.

Sure enough, it was a small sword called Azure Moon.

Suddenly, the small sword began to tremble, emitting divine light that was dazzling and brilliant. The laws of order manifested cloud patterns on the sword's body.

At first, tiny particles of light appeared, as small as rice grains, and if you didn't look closely, you might think it was an illusion. Gradually, they began to brighten and grow larger, like a blue moon rising in the dark starry sky. Eventually, they transformed into a cool crescent moon with a colorful halo.

On the crescent moon stood a woman in a green dress, smiling. It was Lan Ying's remnant soul, weathered by time, like sand and gravel about to collapse, ready to dissipate at any moment.

This sacred artifact revived on its own initiative, causing the small world to tremble and tiny, spiderweb-like cracks to appear in the void.

If the cyan sword hadn't shown no intention to kill him, he would probably have died eight hundred times over by now.

No, brother, that's not right. It should be 80,000 times per second!

The small sword slowly floated up, hovering about ten feet in front of Lü Yao, its azure light swirling around it and Dao patterns faintly appearing. Then it slowly grew larger, transforming into a long sword.