Covering the Sky: Fairy, I really need to control you properly.

Few people know that Zhu Wuji's biological parents were both elders of the Wan Chu Holy Land.

On the day he was born, his mother only glanced at him before turning her back.

"Why...why is my son like this?"

The father remained silent, gazing at the infant in his swaddling clothes, his eyes filled with only disappointment.

Later, Zhu Wuji learned that his mother disliked his appearance, saying that he was born with black eyes and skin covered with fine scales, which was considered an ominous sign.

After an argument, his mother abandoned him in a dilapidated temple.

His father found him overnight and carried him home.

But after that, he was abandoned and adopted by a handyman.

His talent was trampled on, his background was laughed at, his appearance was disliked. From childhood to adulthood, no one ever gave him a second glance, and his parents refused to acknowledge him...

They bullied him, insulted him, laughed at him, and cursed him.

He gritted his teeth and climbed up step by step.

If there are no resources, he'll rob them; if there are no traditions, he'll steal them. Nobody cares about him, so he only cares about himself.

He cultivated desperately, striving to become stronger. He refined the Primordial Chaos Technique to its peak and deduced the incomplete version of the Dao-Enlightening Technique of Slaying Myself again and again. Even if it meant his death and the dissipation of his Dao, he would not give up.

Finally, he succeeded in his cultivation and miraculously became a holy son.

But the way those people looked at him still carried contempt.

His fellow disciples were afraid of him, not respect him.

They feared his ruthlessness and his madness, but never truly respected him.

"I will never lose, I will never be defeated!"

"Slay me to understand the Way, only then will you see your true self! Slay me!"

The cocoon of light lit up, its bright white glow illuminating the entire battle platform.

The elders of the Wan Chu Holy Land clenched their fists, realizing they were too late to stop it.

The process of severing one's path is irreversible; no one can help him.

The cracks on the cocoon of light increased, spreading from the top to the bottom, seeping into the interior from the outer wall, crisscrossing and flickering, as if they were about to go out at any moment.

Once, twice, three times... In the end, only a thin layer remained of the entire cocoon, clinging to the surface and almost invisible.

In the end, they still broke up.

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound, Zhu Wuji's figure fell out of the shattered cocoon of light, like a piece of charred dead wood, plummeting straight to the ground.

"Bang!"

He lost.

He was defeated by himself.

He could have survived; his defeat and serious injury in the debate were merely temporary setbacks, and he should accept them.

But he refused, even to the point of death.

He insisted on forcibly using his power to slay my path to enlightenment in a desperate situation, and insisted on defying the heavens with his crippled body. It wasn't that the heavens wanted to destroy him, but that he himself refused to let himself go.

This tragedy was caused by human error, not by fate.

"Wuji!"

The elder from the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Beginnings could no longer hold back. He rushed onto the battle platform, embraced Zhu Wuji's broken body, and wept uncontrollably.

"Why are you so stubborn, my child...?"

Zhu Wuji's eyes were half-open, his pupils were unfocused, and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

"...I...don't want to...be looked down upon...anymore..."

The sound grew weaker and weaker until it finally dissipated in the wind.

Elder Wan Chu held him tightly, his whole body trembling.

The area around the battle platform was deathly silent.

Fairy Zixia stood aside, looking at the figure lying in a pool of blood, and remained silent for a long time.

She recalled the words Zhu Wuji had just spoken—those crazy, arrogant, and overbearing words.

Looking back now, those weren't acts of arrogance, but rather the desperate effort of someone who had been looked down upon since childhood to prove themselves.

"Too much obsession can turn into inner demons." Yao Xi stepped out of the car and stood in the crowd, shaking her head slightly.

"The Dao Palace Perfection Group, Purple Mansion, Fairy Zixia wins."

"The Dao Discussion in the Four Extremes Secret Realm is scheduled for three days from now!"

Afterwards, Zhu Wuji's body was carried off the battle platform by an elder of Wan Chu.

The disciples whispered among themselves; some shook their heads, some sighed, and some even had a hint of smugness in their eyes.

Zhu Wuji offended many people during his lifetime.

"Zhu Shengzi is dead just like that?"

"He actually dared to use the incomplete 'Slay My Path to Enlightenment' technique, what a disgrace!" Zhao Yanran stood outside the crowd, expressionless.

She looked at the body covered by a white sheet, remained silent for a moment, then turned and left.

If the Holy Son is gone, we can choose another one. Wan Chu has tens of thousands of disciples, and there is no shortage of geniuses.

When Zhu Wuji was alive, he was the Holy Son and the face of Wan Chu.

He's dead; he's nothing more than a charred corpse.

The three petals of the Other Shore Flower that he had previously seized were put into the sleeve of the Holy Maiden Zhao Yanran.

This is the fickle nature of human relationships; all efforts are in vain.

On the other side, the disciples of the Purple Mansion had already surged forward, their cheers deafening.

"Senior Sister Zixia! Senior Sister Zixia!"

"The Primordial Dao Embryo, the Eternal God!"

Surrounded by the crowd, Zixia was approached by Su Yunqi, the peak master of Tian Shu Peak. He patted her on the shoulder, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "Good girl, you've worked hard."

Yang Yang, the peak master of Zizhu Peak, also came over and offered his congratulations with a smile.

Yang Mo followed behind him, a smile on his face. He cupped his hands and said, "Congratulations, Junior Sister Zixia, on winning the championship and bringing glory to the Purple Mansion."

Zixia said calmly, "Thank you, Senior Brother Yang."

"The Dao Debate in the Four Extremes Secret Realm will be in three days." Yang Yang stroked his beard. "Yang Mo, you'd better prepare well, lest you tarnish the prestige of my Purple Bamboo Peak."

Yang Mo bowed: "Grandfather, rest assured, your grandson will do his utmost."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Zixia, a hint of gloom in his eyes.

Zixia's Supreme Yang Emperor Technique just now shocked the entire audience.

Yang Mo asked himself, if it were him, he definitely wouldn't be able to stop it.

He originally thought that although he was inferior to her in the same realm, being two minor realms higher would make up for it. As long as he brought glory to the Purple Mansion in the second group of the Four Extremes, coupled with his grandfather's influence in the Holy Land, the position of Holy Son would be rightfully his and there would be no more obstacles.

Unfortunately, Zixia's current power far exceeds his expectations.

……

Zixia returned to the platform at Tian Shu Peak and sat down cross-legged.

Many people came to offer their congratulations, and she dealt with them one by one.

At this moment, Xu Jinhuan's voice suddenly rang out from within the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

"Fairy, I will borrow the Immortal-Slaying Gourd for the next few days. Please be careful."

Zixia was taken aback and asked, "Dead Tree, where else can you go besides staying in the Sea of ​​Bitterness?"

"Don't do anything reckless!" Her heart skipped a beat.

Xu Jinhuan has a long criminal record. He often takes over her body, says strange things, and does strange things. Zixia Fairy has developed PTSD from him.

"I'm just going out for a walk," Xu Jinhuan said. "Don't worry, I won't do anything bad."

"You're just a tree, what makes you think you can grow legs and run away?"

"Who says trees can't run?"

Just as Zixia was about to retort, she suddenly felt a void in the Sea of ​​Bitterness, and the black gourd had disappeared.

"???"

She tried to communicate again, calling out in her mind a few times, but there was no response.

……

On the other side, on the platform of the Yao Guang Holy Land, inside the vehicle frame.

Yao Xi sat cross-legged, starlight swirling around her, adjusting her breathing. The four groups of Dao discussions in the Four Extremes Secret Realm would begin in three days, and she needed to get herself into the best possible condition.

Suddenly, she frowned slightly.

What is growing in the depths of the sea of ​​suffering?

As she focused her mind, she saw a small golden tree emerging from nothingness, its roots taking hold at the bottom of her sea of ​​suffering. The tree was entirely golden, crystal clear, and swayed gently, scattering golden light.

"This is……"

Yao Xi opened her eyes, filled with confusion.

A golden tree suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the Sea of ​​Bitterness—something unheard of.

There seemed to be a black gourd hanging on the tree.

She examined herself repeatedly and confirmed that the tree was indeed there, not an illusion, not an external invasion, but rather as if it had grown out of her body on its own.

"Strange thing."

"Is this tree... an auspicious omen?"