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

The holy sword is double-edged, but the blade has a slight curve that is difficult for ordinary people to see. Mysterious and beautiful moon and cloud patterns are intertwined and imprinted on the blade.

The Azure Moon Sword is not a legendary sacred weapon. Perhaps in tens of thousands of years, the azure crescent-shaped deity that wields it will truly die, and the sword itself will turn into ordinary iron.

However, the deity of the Azure Moon Sword remains powerful, protecting a wisp of its master's remnant soul and preserving it for forty thousand years.

Lan Ying's remnant soul slowly walked out of the inner space of the Azure Moon Sword and appeared in this small world, appearing in front of Lü Yao.

This small world is extremely desolate, covering an area of ​​only a dozen miles. There are no green mountains and clear waters, nor any immortal flowers or spiritual springs. It was created by Lan Ying with his last wisp of holy power before his death, just to leave a grave for his own body.

She did not want the remnants of the Feathered Emperor to take her body back and become the key to unlocking the world left behind by the Feathered Emperor.

At the same time, she left behind some of her memories and legacy here, as well as the Azure Moon Sword.

"Young man, I have left my scriptures and holy sword here. You may take them, but you must do me a favor..."

Lan Ying was petite and had a gentle appearance. If it weren't for the wisps of holy power swirling around the Qingyue Sword, one would never guess that she was a saint. She was neither heroic nor imposing, and had none of the air of a saint who could kill the heavens and the earth, or even kill herself.

That's true; many people's potential is brought out by being forced into situations.

The Great Completion Ascension Divine Body is merely the same as the Dao-Slaying King, just like the Eastern Wilderness Divine Body.

Only those who truly transform their origins and forge their own path can truly become saints and embark on the road to becoming emperors.

In the endless pursuit and after Xun Can was seriously injured countless times, she was finally forced to take this step and become an ancient sage who could open up a holy land.

In those fragmented memories, Lü Yao could feel the affection of childhood sweethearts and a harmonious, loving relationship.

"Please speak, senior?" Lu Yao's heart stirred, as if he could guess some of it, which was nothing more than two things.

One option is to rescue her husband, Xun Can, and even heal his Dao injuries, but that would require a complete immortal elixir or a dream-level divine essence to help him live a second life.

Secondly, it was to avenge his family and destroy the remnants of the Feathered God Dynasty.

Forty thousand years ago, the remnants of the Feathered Emperor might have been quite powerful, even sending out saints to search for the key, but now... and as the eldest daughter's brother, isn't he naturally opposed to the Feathered Emperor and the Feathered Divine Dynasty?

"Since you... have seen my memories... you know I have two regrets." The remnant soul of Saint Lan Ying was like a flame about to be extinguished, his voice broken and intermittent:

"My husband's fate is unknown, and the great hatred of my family is difficult to avenge."

Now that you have inherited my mantle, if you have the ability and opportunity to save my husband in the future, please do not hesitate to lend a helping hand...

The remnants of the Feathered Divine Dynasty are too powerful and mysterious. I don't want you to die seeking revenge for me. There's no need to consider seeking revenge for me..."

The remnant soul of Saint Lan Ying flickered on and off, growing weaker and weaker, as if it would disappear at any moment.

She only knew that the elixir of immortality was hard to find, but she had never personally experienced how hard it was. As long as one became a king or a saint, there would surely be a chance to obtain it, even if it was just asking someone for a single elixir fruit, rather than the whole thing.

But she really was hunted down by the remnants of the Feathered Divine Dynasty. She really saw the saints of the Feathered Divine Dynasty, and she never wanted to see those blue feather-like Dao traces again in her next life.

"Senior, this..." Lu Yao hesitated and said, "To heal a sage with Dao injuries, I'm afraid we need a complete elixir of immortality or an equivalent divine object, which I'm afraid I can't accomplish."

He still has the fruit of the Nine Wonders Immortal Elixir, knows the whereabouts of the True Dragon Immortal Elixir and the True Phoenix Immortal Elixir, and has three drops of the Azure Emperor's heart blood. But should he take them out for a half-saint who is almost certain to die?

He hesitated for a moment. What if it all went down the drain? Not everyone is like Jiang Taixu, able to live a second life. A figure like Jiang Taixu would rank among the top even in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, truly possessing the bearing of an emperor, unlike Wang Teng who only had inheritance and talent but an ordinary temperament.

On the other hand, it's good that Saint Lan Ying doesn't allow himself to seek revenge against the remnants of the Feathered Divine Dynasty.

But the problem is, as the eldest daughter's brother, he already has a grudge against them!

This grudge against Saint Lan Ying must be avenged! Otherwise, she'll be holding a hot potato with her scriptures and holy sword.

"Having inherited your legacy, I will fulfill one of your last wishes: to completely exterminate the remnants of the Feathered Divine Dynasty. Even if the Feathered Emperor is reborn, I will still slay him to comfort the spirits of you, my beloved wife, in heaven!"

Lu Yao swore an oath that he would be the enemy of the Feathered Divine Dynasty and the Feathered Emperor for three lifetimes and three lifetimes, and would grind them to dust.

Heavenly Emperor, did you hear that? My dear Heavenly Emperor, wake up! I'm professing my loyalty! If you heard me, could you please bestow your bronze sword upon me?

That sword is probably on its way to becoming a celestial artifact, right? Even if it isn't, it's not far off.

If you can't give me the bronze sword, a ring or a mask will do; they're among the most powerful imperial weapons.

Unfortunately, the Ruthless Great Emperor did not reach that level of omniscience and omnipotence, and was destined never to hear his sincere words.

The remnant soul of Saint Lan Ying flickered weakly, as if it would disappear at any moment, and its luster was visibly fading away.

As she listened to Lü Yao swear an oath to avenge her, two crystal-clear tears seemed to well up in her eyes. If this were her true self, she would probably be moved to tears.

"Good child..." The light of the blue crescent moon suddenly shone brightly, and the hazy blue light shone on the remnant soul, allowing the remnant soul of Saint Lan Ying to temporarily stabilize its form.

The Qinling Mountains are vast and mysterious. Even the saints of the Feathered Divine Dynasty could not find her after she casually disappeared into a hidden place.

Moreover, this place is not only the burial ground of peerless masters and kings, but also the site where saints and even higher-level holy corpses transformed 40,000 years ago.

Therefore, the remnants of the Feathered Divine Dynasty lingered here for a long time, but could not find his seriously injured self. They even disturbed a powerful being, and after a brief exchange, they had no choice but to retreat.

Every five thousand years, the deity of the Azure Moon Sword awakens once to search for cultivators who have fallen into this region.

But they gained nothing. This place was deep in the Qinling Mountains, and few cultivators ventured here. Only Lü Yao, who also possessed talent, was here, so he wouldn't waste that opportunity.

When he cultivated, the two secret realms shone brightly like wheels and rumbled loudly. The source was rapidly absorbed like flowing water. The purple sea of ​​suffering reflected the void, and the strange phenomenon of purple qi coming from the east appeared and disappeared. He must be a genius with outstanding talent.

"Good boy." Even though Lan Ying appeared young, he was already hundreds of years old when he died, old enough to be Lu Yao's ancestor.

Hearing Lü Yao's sincere words, her heart softened, and she wondered if she had gone too far: "Go to the Northern Region, find the place where my husband is asleep, and bring me a message."

As for whether you can save him in the future, I won't force it; it's up to fate.

Don't seek revenge for me; just pass on my legacy.

Furthermore, I had another fortuitous encounter in the Qinling Mountains, the foremost dragon vein in Central China, blessed by heaven and earth, favored by the universe, where the darling of all laws, the Holy Spirit, will be born.

Lan Ying's remnant soul teetered on the brink of collapse, dissipating from her feet upwards like clouds and smoke.

But Lu Yao could hear the hesitation in his words; asking him to take only a letter was his final plea.

Her remnant soul was dissipating, and even though the Azure Moon Sword God kept pouring in holy power, it was difficult to reverse the situation.

"...There is a failed holy spirit there, degenerated into celestial materials; you can refine its remains into weapons..."

With a hint of relief and a touch of nostalgia, Lan Ying vanished with a "bang." At the same time, a strange gust of wind blew by, and a tattered animal skin scroll and a letter emerged from under the hem of Lan Ying's body.