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

The clash of the ultimate imperial weapons finally ended, and Lü Yao watched as a mysterious and vast voice descended from the sky like a torrent.

Then, the Void Mirror trembled slightly, and a black hole appeared in front of it, disappearing into it.

The terrifying pressure that made it hard to breathe receded like the tide.

The numerous cultivators below the Sendai hid behind dozens of Sendai bigwigs, looking at each other in bewilderment, their faces filled with the relief of surviving a calamity.

Many cultivators collapsed to the ground, wiping the large beads of cold sweat from their foreheads with trembling hands, and let out a long sigh of relief.

But then came whispers and conversations, which coalesced into an uncontrollable mix of cheers and lingering fear.

"They survived! Who could survive the might of an extreme emperor? No one has done so in thousands of years!"

"Only...we!"

Surviving the aftershocks of a clash between imperial weapons is something to boast about for millennia. It seems countless legendary stories will be told across the Eastern Wilderness, mostly about how I fought against imperial weapons alongside so-and-so.

--I and the Holy Son of Yaoguang clashed against the Ancient Void Mirror while wielding the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron!

"Holy Son, it is the Ji family that is summoning the Void Mirror." The voice of the Dragon Head Peak Master rang out beside Lü Yao.

This ruthless leader, who usually held a high position and always felt that he had the demonic fetus under his control, felt the malice from Lü Yao for the second time.

The first time was when Lü Yao made a deal with the Holy Lord and received his full support. He was even allowed to carry the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron with him and freely enter and exit any treasure vault or palace, which was a privilege far exceeding that of Yao Guang when he was the Holy Son.

Today, I witnessed Lü Yao casually kill four heroes, injure their spirits with a single finger, and saw the special connection between him and the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron. Thoughts I'd never had before surfaced in my mind:

Could it be that this young man really modified the Devouring Heaven Demon Art in the Dao Palace? Did it trigger the awakening of the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron? Otherwise, why is the connection between the Emperor Cauldron and him so special? That's something neither he nor the Holy Lord could achieve.

They were being too intimate, as if the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron had been crafted by Lü Yao.

When he poured his divine power into the cauldron, he could vaguely sense that even without a large-scale revival, the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron could still unleash combat power surpassing that of an ordinary emperor, which is why it stimulated the Void Ancient Mirror deity to faintly appear.

They were just one step away from fully reviving the two imperial weapons.

Therefore, his attitude underwent a subtle change, and he took the initiative to explain: "It seems that the Void Mirror sensed the Ji family's summons, abandoned its confrontation with the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron, and directly tore through the void to leave."

"Hmm." Lü Yao nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

Seeing this, the Dragon Head Peak Master didn't know what else to say, so he could only take a step back and remain silent.

As for the Great Yan Peak Master, he still had that unchanging, cold, poker-faced expression, asking nothing and saying nothing.

Yao Xi and the others fell silent, deeply shocked by Lü Yao's decisive action in extracting the divine power of many Supreme Elders without any scruples in order to activate the Imperial Weapon.

Looking around, apart from the area where the Tai Xuan Sect is located, which was protected by the great formation and was not affected, the rest of the land has been completely changed.

What was once a landscape of towering mountains and rushing rivers has now been razed to the ground, turning into a desolate wasteland.

It's unknown how much manpower and resources the Tai Xuan Sect will need to expend to restore its former glory.

But Lü Yao knew that beneath the earth of this ancient star and in the boundless sky, there were countless complete array patterns left by celestial venerables, ancient emperors, and great emperors.

The Big Dipper is not so easy to destroy; merely a wisp or two of imperial might cannot completely destroy the foundation of this continent.

Even if the Void Mirror were to fully revive and go berserk trying to shatter the Big Dipper, those supreme beings would still intervene.

Unless they're starving, even rabbits won't eat the grass near their burrows; nobody wants their habitat to become a death trap.

It's not like the Victorious Fighting Emperor passed away; how could he have turned the precious land of the Northern Region into a wasteland?

With the Tai Xuan Sect here, countless cultivators will move mountains and fill seas to reshape the landscape, and this place will soon be restored.

Just as Lü Yao was considering whether to chase after them and finish off the severely injured Wang family expert to eliminate any future troubles, he suddenly heard a sound of crying and fussing beside him.

It sounded like a madman talking nonsense, crying and shouting, mixed with incoherent babbling.

"Go and hunt down the escaped powerful member of the Wang family, and bring back his head. I will take his head to Beiyuan and ask him what abilities the Wang family has that dares to interfere in the conflict between the Yaoguang and Ji families."

Lu Yao transmitted his voice with a poker face, and the latter disappeared from the spot in a flash, chasing after the powerful figure from the Wang family.

At this moment, the mad voice grew closer and closer, attracting the attention of many cultivators.

Suddenly, an old man, dressed in rags and covered in dirt, appeared on a boulder behind them.

He was half-lying down, half-sitting, looking dazed, muttering something to himself.

"who is he?"

"It seems to be a peerless master from six thousand years ago."

"Six thousand years? Unbelievable! It's practically a living history book; it must know many ancient secrets."

"Don't come near! Rumor has it that a half-step Great Power made a move, but he didn't believe it and wanted to test his strength. He was killed by a single glance!"

Many cultivators watched from a distance, whispering among themselves, both curious and fearful. The old man seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious power, and no one could get within three feet of him.

The old man, a powerful figure from the Feng family, suddenly sighed softly, "Six thousand years... I'm afraid he hasn't already embarked on the path to immortality."

Upon hearing this, the surroundings immediately fell silent, while a hint of eagerness flashed in their eyes.

Becoming an immortal! That is the ultimate dream of countless cultivators, and the Great Emperor spent his entire life researching how to become an immortal.

Upon hearing the words of the powerful figure from the Feng family, Lü Yao turned and glanced at him.

Why pretend to be confused? The Feng family's lineage is probably over a million years old, and they are suspected to be descendants of one of the earliest emperors of the human race—Emperor Fuxi.

Others may not know the status of sages, supreme beings, and emperors, but how could your Feng family not know?

The people can be made to follow a path, but they cannot be made to understand it, right?

The cultivators on the ancient star of the Big Dipper are all so ignorant. It's all your fault, you holy lands and ancient families!

Give me back the peerless master Nangong Zheng! How could you brainwash him! Lu Yao sneered inwardly. He hadn't heard from Nangong Zheng, the passionate and upright man who fought for immortality, for a long time. Could he have gone to attack the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land?

During this time, other cultivators tried to approach, but were all repelled by the divine light, falling dozens of feet and taking a long time to recover.

But two more figures emerged from the Tai Xuan Sect's ranks.

Surprisingly, they shouted a few times at that invisible boundary, and then walked step by step toward the mad old man and started talking to him.

Many cultivators heard it clearly; it seemed to refer to the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land, the Heavenly Pivot Holy Land, and the Heavenly Pivot Holy Maiden.

The Sect Leader of Tai Xuan frowned slightly and asked, "Who are those two young men?"

An elder standing nearby, after carefully examining the person, reported back: "Sect Leader, it seems to be a disciple newly accepted by Zhuofeng a few months ago."

Lu Yao's gaze sharpened; weren't those Ye Fan and Ji Ziyue?

The man was tall and had a resolute face, exuding an extraordinary air; the woman had bright eyes and white teeth, was lively and charming, and her purple dress made her even more beautiful.

The mad old man mumbled something.

Everyone strained to hear what the mad old man was saying, but found they couldn't hear anything; they were isolated by the barrier and had no choice but to give up.

Before long, Dao patterns appeared beneath the old madman's feet, and he took Ye Fan and Ji Ziyue away.