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

The two sentences Xu Jinhuan just shouted were from an event that happened two or three hundred thousand years ago.

The young brother of the Ruthless Great Emperor was taken away by the people of the Feathered Dynasty and sent to the Immortal Transformation Pool of the Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountain, where he became nourishment for the Emperor's Ascension Cauldron.

The Yao Guang Holy Land was built right on the tomb of one of the incarnations of the Ruthless Great Emperor.

This action is tantamount to dancing on a grave.

In the world of Shrouding the Heavens, Dao soldiers capable of giving birth to deities are extremely rare.

The Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron was personally transformed into an imperial weapon by the ruthless Great Emperor on that rainy night. The deity within the cauldron must have been imbued with her Dao and obsession for countless millennia.

It is impossible for the gods to remain unmoved upon hearing these words.

As for being detected by the Ruthless Great Emperor himself? Xu Jinhuan wasn't too worried.

Firstly, the Ruthless Great Emperor is currently undergoing a transformation, and his Dao Fruit has transformed into a little girl walking in the mortal world, so his primordial spirit is inherently flawed.

Saying a few words across an endless distance won't attract that person's attention.

After all, she wasn't a Celestial King, nor was she like An Lan, whose name could be perceived simply by reciting it.

Secondly, even if a ruthless person really confronts him, he can simply sell Ye Fan out.

Ye Fan is the reincarnation of your brother. That similar flower will soon descend upon the Northern Dipper Ancient Forbidden Land riding on a coffin pulled by nine dragons!

Let him take the blame.

Sure enough, the effect was immediate.

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire dragon-patterned black and gold cauldron trembled violently, and the black patterns flowed wildly, as if something was awakening inside the cauldron.

Endless dragon energy surged from the mouth of the cauldron, and ninety-nine dragon veins went out of control at the same time. Golden torrents surged wildly in the sky, some flowing upstream, some crashing around, and some exploding in mid-air, turning into a rain of golden rain.

Yao Xi's divine sense urgently asked, "Evil Tree, what do those two sentences mean? You've stirred up a hornet's nest, do you know that? With the Imperial Weapon resurrected, what will become of us?"

The resurrection of the imperial weapon is a power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth. Not to mention a mere Four Extremes Secret Realm like her, even those old monsters in the Holy Land would have no choice but to bow down before the imperial might.

At this moment, the entire Yao Guang Holy Land was in chaos.

From the hidden power suppressed underground, to the Holy Lord Li Daoqing and the various Supreme Elders who were in seclusion, and then to the elders and disciples of each peak, everyone felt a sense of connection at the same instant.

That imperial might was too strong, permeating the heavens and earth, making everyone feel suffocated.

Even though this was Yao Guang's own imperial weapon, and even though the imperial might was not directed at them, it still made it difficult for them to move.

"What's going on? The Imperial Weapon sensed something and revived on its own—this is the first time in ten thousand years!"

"Could this be related to the person who went against the flow of the dragon vein?"

"Fool!" another elder roared. "The dragon veins are all in disarray and their flow has stopped! Go and find out what's going on!"

"Quickly, summon the hidden strength to emerge!"

An elder rushed out from the back mountain, his beard and hair standing on end, holding a great sacred artifact in his hand, a bronze halberd.

Protected by a great sacred artifact, he struggled against the imperial might and flew towards the sky, trying to get close to the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron and communicate with the power suppressed beneath it.

……

Above the heavens, at the source of the dragon vein.

"What exactly did you say to the Imperial Weapon?" Yao Xi's voice was strained.

"About the Ruthless Great Emperor's brother."

"You mean... our Holy Land is related to the Ruthless Great Emperor? She is the ancestor of the Yao Guang Sect?"

"No, it's just that your ancestor was good at choosing sites. He chose someone else's grave, got some karma from it, and received some inheritance."

"So!" Yao Xi's voice suddenly rose, "You still said those things at the grave?"

Xu Jinhuan couldn't bother replying. The tremors of the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron grew more and more intense, and the black patterns flowed and intertwined, vaguely outlining a blurry shape.

It was a figure, slender and tall, standing on the cauldron, with her back to the common people.

Ninety-nine streams of dragon energy began to flow again, but in a different direction. They flowed upstream, swirling back from the nine mountain peaks to the sky, and then merged into the cauldron.

Golden dragon energy condensed above the cauldron, transforming into a huge golden cloud.

"Is the Imperial Weapon absorbing dragon energy?"

"No, it's withdrawing its dragon energy; it's going to take back all ninety-nine dragon veins!"

"This is insane! What on earth is going on?!"

The Supreme Elder had already flown into the air, but the closer he got to the Imperial Cauldron, the greater the resistance became.

The great sacred artifact made a creaking sound and fine cracks appeared. His expression changed, and he immediately stopped, not daring to go any further.

"Where are the ancestors suppressed beneath the cauldron? Why aren't they reacting?"

Xu Jinhuan felt the golden tree in the sea of ​​bitterness swaying wildly, and the roots of the Heavenly Dao Tree were digging into the dragon vein, greedily absorbing the pure dragon energy driven by the imperial weapon.

New leaves emerge from the branches, and the golden tree is growing.

"You're still cultivating?" Yao Xi was so angry she wanted to hit someone. "The Emperor-level weapon is about to fall on us, and you still have the mind to cultivate?"

"Why not cultivate if I'm not going to?" Xu Jinhuan said matter-of-factly. "Anyway, the imperial weapon isn't coming for me."

The Ruthless Great Emperor's obsession was never about imperial weapons, the Daoist tradition, or anything else in this world.

Her obsession is with one person.

And that similar flower, in another year, will descend upon the Big Dipper aboard a coffin pulled by nine dragons.

Xu Jinhuan took a deep breath and whispered a sentence to that figure.

"The person you're looking for is coming soon."

The Immortal-Slaying Gourd hung above her head, casting a light curtain that completely protected Yao Xi's physical body.

The dragon-patterned black and gold cauldron was turned upside down, its mouth wide open, pitch black, like the mouth of a giant beast. Xu Jinhuan felt dizzy and was dragged into the space inside the cauldron.

……

"Evil Tree! Evil Tree, where are you?"

"I'm here."

"Where am I?"

"Inside the cauldron."

"What?!"

"Don't panic." Xu Jinhuan's voice was steady. "The Imperial Weapon means no harm."

Just then, a vast and ancient voice came from the depths of chaos, like a vibration of will, directly imprinted on the soul, inescapable.

"Who, why, why suffer, what is the reason?"

These four words, one by one, emerge heavily, slowly, carrying the weight of time.

"I'd like to borrow your Daoist wisdom, senior!" Xu Jinhuan's thoughts went forward respectfully, but not humbly.

The next moment, the roots of the Tree of All Heavens reached into the void, and a familiar space unfolded before their eyes.

[By using artifacts related to the "Emperor", one can communicate with the remaining traces of the Dao.]

A state of utter chaos, without heaven or earth, without top or bottom, without the four directions, without the eight directions.

Xu Jinhuan and Yao Xi's divine senses were drawn into it, but the Immortal-Slaying Gourd did not follow; it was isolated outside that chaos.

Beams of light surged forth from the void, golden and blazing, like the sun exploding in chaos.

The light intertwined and condensed into ancient characters, which were the Imperial script.

Imperial writings flowed, reflecting a series of scenes.

The picture shows a little girl, thin, frail, dirty, and dressed in rags.

She stood amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with piles of bones beneath her feet and a burning city behind her. Her face was masked, her expression a mixture of crying and laughing, making it impossible to discern her emotions.

But those eyes, the light in those eyes, are unforgettable at first glance.

That was some kind of obsession!