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

In the Central Plains, in some unknown, desolate wilderness.

"Hahaha, I, the Daoist master, have become a true immortal! You immortal old bastard, die!"

In his dream, Duan De was still indulging in self-admiration.

"Strange...why do I feel a little cold?"

The voice carried a hint of confusion, muttering as if it had just woken from a long dream and was still not quite clear-headed.

"Do immortals even feel cold?"

Another silence followed.

"Strange, who is that immortal old rascal again? Why does it feel so familiar..."

"My head hurts so much..."

Duan De slowly opened his eyes, instinctively trying to raise his hand to cover them, but his arm ached terribly.

He struggled to sit up, looked down, and froze.

Why am I completely naked?

The purple-gold Taoist robe is gone.

The longevity lock that he never took off his neck day and night is gone.

Within the sea of ​​suffering, it is empty and cleaner than that of ordinary people.

He was only wearing a pair of gaudy, oversized shorts.

Beside him, someone had left behind a tattered Taoist robe. The material was so rough it pricked the skin. Compared to his original purple-gold Taoist robe, it was like heaven and earth.

Duan De's lips trembled, and he shakily reached up to touch the back of his head, wincing in pain.

He suddenly remembered everything.

The Purple Mansion Holy Land, Tian Shu Peak, the strange phenomenon of the Dao Tree, and that black gourd.

Duan De sat there blankly for a full ten breaths.

Ten breaths later, an extremely shrill scream rose into the sky, shaking the entire mountain three times.

"Damn you, Heavenly Venerable! Who stripped me of my Taoist robes?!"

"The Purple Mansion Holy Land, and that broken gourd..."

"You just wait, this isn't over!"

……

On the other side, in the ancient battlefield of Wei, Xu Jinhuan finally met the person he had been waiting for.

The Kingdom of Wei is a mortal kingdom in the eastern wilderness.

This desolate mountain range is located in the western part of the Wei Kingdom. Legend has it that a great battle took place here in ancient times, which is why it has become what it is today.

Towering mountains rise into the clouds, the landscape a desolate expanse of scorched earth and scattered rocks, bleak and lonely.

The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion looked around and said, "Dead Tree, the Ji family has sealed it off on all sides. The void is filled with restrictions, not even a fly can get out."

"And that purple-clad figure standing on the broken mountain, his whole body is glowing, that must be the divine body of the Ji family. You brought me here to see this kind of world?"

Xu Jinhuan smiled but didn't reply.

Directly ahead, atop the fractured mountain, stood a man in purple robes, his clothes fluttering, his body enveloped in a faint glow.

He looked to be only about twenty years old, with eyes as bright as stars. He stood with his hands behind his back, blocking the way.

He is: Ji Haoyue, the Divine Body of the Ji Family, the Seventh Young Master of the Ji Family, the direct descendant of an ancient family, with pure bloodline, incomparably noble, one of the Four Great Emperors, the designated spokesperson for the phenomenon of the bright moon rising from the sea, the brother-in-law of the future Heavenly Emperor, and the walking human moon!

Behind Ji Haoyue, on desolate mountains, Ji family experts stood in great numbers, completely surrounding this ancient battlefield.

A stagnant power permeated the void; it was a restriction set up by a powerful sorcerer, specifically designed to seal off all directions and prevent prey from escaping.

At this moment, in the heart of the battlefield, an astonishing phenomenon occurred.

A bright moon rises majestically.

Under the bright moon, the illusory image of the azure sea surged and undulated, waves sweeping across the sky, one after another, layer upon layer, turning a large area into an invisible cage.

This is the supreme phenomenon unique to the divine king's body in ancient legends.

A bright moon rises over the sea!

Xu Jinhuan squinted, gazing at the blue sea and the bright moon, and nodded inwardly.

Ji Haoyue truly deserves to be the most outstanding figure of this generation of the Ji family. Even with the initial formation of her divine body, she already possesses such power. Given time, she will surely achieve great things.

"Why are you, members of the Ji family, blocking our path?"

In the center of the battlefield, a demon asked in a deep voice.

"My divine body has just been formed, and I represent the Ji family in the world. I heard that the descendant of the Demon Emperor is here, so I came to pay my respects."

"Young Master Ji, my Highness is truly unable to accept the challenge." The middle-aged beauty gritted her teeth and said in a deep voice, "If you are willing to spar, why not arrange it for another day? Once my Highness has recovered, I will certainly be happy to oblige."

Upon hearing this, Ji Haoyue shook her head slightly.

"Since that's the case, I won't force you."

"However, please leave the Demon Emperor's weapon behind. After my divine body was initially formed, there were few divine weapons in the world that I liked, and I lacked a suitable weapon."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the demons all changed.

This isn't a challenge; it's clearly aimed at the Demon Emperor's Imperial Weapon.

"Protect His Highness!"

Ji Haoyue: "Why be so stubborn? Just surrender!"

Xu Jinhuan hid behind a distant mountain peak and witnessed the entire scene.

coming.

The third host is Yan Ruyu.

Descendant of the Demon Emperor, with the bloodline of the Azure Emperor.

"Dead Tree, what are you laughing at? Why should we get involved in the affairs of the Ji family and the demon race?"

"It's nothing, I just think today's play should be very good."

In the center of the battlefield, the strange phenomenon of the bright moon rising over the sea spread across the sky, and the azure waves fell like the heavens, layer upon layer, trapping the demon race in a small space.

Ahead, there was a woman with a beautiful and exquisite face, a slender and well-proportioned figure, and a clear and aloof aura, as if she were a celestial maiden who had descended to the mortal world, untouched by any trace of worldly affairs.

She was Yan Ruyu, a descendant of the great and intelligent Qingdi.

At this moment, Yan Ruyu was surrounded by many demon cultivators in the center, her face pale and a trace of crimson on her lips.

Ji Haoyue remained indifferent, her eyebrows and eyes not even lifting.

"I've already said it," he said indifferently, "Today, you must choose between your life and the imperial weapon."

This is the source of the confidence of ancient aristocratic families.

The Ji family has stood tall in the Eastern Wilderness for ten thousand years, with unfathomable depths of power, and they remain so strong even when facing the descendants of the Demon Emperor.

Moreover, the lineage of the Azure Emperor had already declined, otherwise it wouldn't have fallen to the point where it needed to seek refuge with the Peacock King.

At this moment, Yan Ruyu held a three-leafed blue lotus in her hand. The blue lotus drooped with clear light, rippling out layers of green light curtains, blocking all the attacks from all directions.

The ultimate imperial weapon, the Chaos Green Lotus.

Not far away, an ancient bronze mirror also hung in mid-air, colliding with the chaotic green lotus's energy.

Behind Yan Ruyu, there was a boy who was being protected by a demon cultivator in the center. He looked to be no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, with red lips and white teeth.

It seems to be Ye Fan!

With such an innocent and harmless appearance, who would have thought that in the future, he would become Ye Hei, who caused so many headaches for the various sects in the Eastern Wilderness?

"Dead Tree, what are you looking at? Are you trying to save that demon princess?"

Behind the mountain peak, the Holy Son finally couldn't hold back any longer and tugged at Xu Jinhuan's sleeve.

Xu Jinhuan said, "I've been squatting here for so long, of course, to save people!"

……

At the heart of the battlefield, another demon cultivator has fallen.

"The descendants of the Demon Emperor are indeed quite capable, managing to withstand my extraordinary abilities until now."

Ji Haoyue looked down at him and said, "Stop resisting! Hand over the Demon Emperor Qinglian, and I will spare your lives."

"You brat from the Ji family, don't push your luck!" an old woman shouted angrily. "The Imperial Weapon is a relic of the Great Emperor; how dare you humans covet and lay a finger on it!"

Yan Ruyu raised her eyelids and met Ji Haoyue's gaze.

"The Azure Lotus was left by our ancestors. Even if I die and my cultivation dissipates, I will never give it up to anyone else."

"Stubborn to the end." Ji Haoyue sighed softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the bright moon behind him shone even brighter, its clear light pouring down across the heavens.

Just then, a voice drifted over, echoing throughout the ancient battlefield.

"Fellow Daoists, let us value harmony above all else."