Covering the Sky: Starting from Incarnation in the Forbidden Zone of Life

The vast and boundless Big Dipper, from the age of mythology to the present day, has never lacked the presence of unparalleled powerhouses. The ancient emperors, like brilliant stars, illuminated the path of humanity, and like insurmountable peaks, they remain awe-inspiring figures for later generations of cultivators. However, since the Azure Emperor attained his Dao and became an emperor, no one in the world has been able to set foot in that supreme realm. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and this eternal lotus in the azure sky seems to have reached the end of its life.

He has not manifested for a thousand years, and no one knows whether he is alive or dead, let alone whether he is still in that world.

But the world has never lacked those who strive to cross the river.

In the five continents of the Eastern Wilderness, Central Plains, Western Desert, Northern Plains, and Southern Ridge, countless geniuses rise up, kings vie for supremacy, and each of the major holy lands, ancient families, and ancient dynasties has its own peerless figures. While powerful individuals above the Sendai Secret Realm are rare, they are not legends. Great figures at the second level of Sendai frequently emerge, and kings and saints at the third and fourth levels of Sendai have not disappeared in this era.

There are even rumors that deep within certain ancient forbidden lands, there are still supreme beings who have never severed their own ties, waiting for the once-in-a-million-years path to immortality to open.

Becoming an immortal is the ultimate dream of every cultivator.

However, since ancient times, the gates to the immortal realm have been tightly closed, and no one has ever truly become an immortal. Even the most brilliant and talented emperors of antiquity lived for only a little over 20,000 years before turning to dust. This was a tragic era, an era without hope, but also an era in which countless people struggled, resisted, and fought against their fate.

The Azure Emperor, as the last one to attain enlightenment, ruled this starry sky for tens of thousands of years.

His brilliance was so dazzling that it suffocated an entire era.

But now, with the fate of the Azure Emperor unknown, it seems that something unexpected is about to happen in this world.

No one knows where the changes will begin.

Until that day.

The sky has fallen.

"boom!"

A deafening roar shook the entire ancient star of the Big Dipper. On the vast Eastern Wilderness, countless beings looked up at the sky and saw a huge crack appear in the heavens, filled with chaotic energy, as if some indescribable entity had torn open the sky from some place in the deepest part of the universe.

Then, a mountain.

A mountain of unimaginable size fell from the chaotic rift.

The mountain was entirely black, shrouded in a thick, almost tangible mist, emanating an aura that would make even sages tremble. It was so vast that it obscured half the sky, and the gale-force winds it generated as it fell caused the earth for millions of miles around to tremble.

boom--

The earth shook violently.

The mountain finally crashed into the northern part of the Eastern Wilderness, creating a massive crater spanning hundreds of thousands of miles. Dust and smoke billowed into the sky, forming a gigantic mushroom cloud that lingered for a long time. Hundreds, even thousands, of nearby mountains were reduced to dust by the shockwave; rivers flowed backward; the earth cracked, as if the apocalypse had arrived.

At that moment, all the top experts in the Big Dipper Starfield sensed that terrifying aura.

The Eastern Wilderness, a forbidden zone for life.

Beneath the dark earth, a pair of eyes that had been closed for countless millennia slowly opened.

Those eyes held no trace of the vicissitudes of time, only endless depth and indifference, as if nothing throughout eternity had ever moved him. Yet, at this moment, a rare glint of something unusual flashed in those eyes.

"The aura beyond chaos... does not belong to this starry sky."

The deep sound echoed from the ground, carrying a kind of ancient and mysterious rhythm.

That was a supreme being, an existence that had existed since the beginning of time, a supreme being who had severed himself with a single blow, hid in a forbidden zone, and clung to life through secret techniques until now. He sensed the aura of that mountain peak, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

That wasn't just a simple meteorite; it contained a kind of power that even made his heart tremble.

He wanted to explore it.

However, just as he was about to set off, he suddenly remembered something, looked in a certain direction, and frowned slightly.

Qing Emperor.

That lotus that stands alone in the eternal blue sky, its fate unknown, but no one can guarantee that it is truly dead.

Even a living emperor, with little time left to live, is enough to suppress this starry sky.

Moreover, the time for the opening of the path to immortality is drawing ever closer. He has been lying low for so many years, all for that one chance to become an immortal. If he were to rashly emerge at this juncture, expose himself, attract unnecessary trouble, or even shorten his lifespan, it would be a great loss.

Finally, those eyes slowly closed.

"Wait a little longer."

The deep sound dissipated into the darkness; the forbidden zone of life returned to deathly silence.

However, while the restricted areas may remain indifferent, those forces outside the restricted areas cannot stand idly by.

A divine mountain descended from the heavens, falling from beyond the chaos—this in itself signifies boundless opportunities. No one knows what lies on that mountain, but everyone knows that a phenomenon that can be perceived throughout the entire Big Dipper Starfield is definitely not simple.

In the northern part of the Eastern Wilderness, several major sects, being the closest, immediately dispatched their strongest warriors to the scene.

When they finally saw the mountain peak in the distance, everyone gasped in shock.

It's not because of how big the mountain is, but because of what grows on it.

One by one, these miraculous herbs and medicines, long extinct in the outside world and only recorded in ancient books, grow in the crevices of the mountain rocks, emitting a soft light and spreading their fragrance, which can be smelled from hundreds of miles away.

The longevity-promoting sacred fruit, golden in color, hangs on several low trees, shining brightly.

There are even rumors that someone spotted what appears to be an elixir of immortality, flashing by in the clouds at the mountain peak.

"My God, is this a blessing from heaven?"

"If we could obtain so many miraculous medicines, it would be enough to elevate an entire holy land to a higher level!"

Greed burned in everyone's eyes.

The first to rush forward was a half-step Great Power cultivator at the first level of the Immortal Platform realm, from a force called the "Heavenly Wolf Sect" in the Northern Region. He had cultivated to the level of a half-step Great Power cultivator for eight hundred years, and his lifespan was not much longer. If he could obtain a longevity-extending sacred medicine, he could live for several hundred more years, and might even have the opportunity to break through to a higher realm.

He rode the rainbow, moving as fast as lightning, and in an instant he reached the foot of the mountain.

There, there stood a fiery red Ganoderma lucidum, shaped like a red dragon, perched on a boulder, radiating intense light.

"The Crimson Dragon Lingzhi! A legendary object said to extend lifespan by eight hundred years!"

The half-step master of the Sirius Sect was overjoyed and reached out to pick it.

However, just as his fingers were about to touch the Ganoderma lucidum, a strange change occurred.

A black mist surged from the root of the Ganoderma lucidum, and like a living thing, it instantly wrapped around his arm.

"ah--"

A heart-wrenching scream pierced the sky.

The body of that half-step Great Power rapidly withered before everyone's eyes, as if its essence of flesh and blood had been devoured by something. In just a few breaths, it turned into a dried corpse and fell from the sky.

The Crimson Dragon Lingzhi still grows quietly there, radiating an eerie light.

Everyone was stunned.

Meanwhile, in several other directions, several powerful individuals also encountered the divine medicines they had discovered almost simultaneously.

Without exception, they all died suddenly.

A true powerhouse, from the Myriad Tribulations Sect of the Northern Region, whose cultivation had reached the second level of the Immortal Platform Realm, was considered a top expert by many. He was more cautious than those half-step powerhouses, and instead of taking action himself, he used a precious magic weapon to retrieve the divine medicine.

It was a magical artifact refined by a king, its entire body as smooth as jade, radiating a soft glow, powerful enough to withstand ordinary restrictions.

However, the moment the magical artifact touched the divine medicine, black mist also surged out, not only devouring all the spiritual power on the artifact, but also flowing upstream along some invisible connection, heading straight for the body of that powerful being.

"No--"

The powerful figure was terrified and decisively severed the connection with the magic weapon, but a trace of that strange power still managed to invade his body.

His face turned ashen instantly, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood before turning and fleeing.

However, that strange power still followed like a leech, and with a scream, the powerful figure of the Myriad Tribulations Sect exploded instantly!

None of the cultivators who rushed into the Heavenly Divine Mountain survived!

…………

The news sent shockwaves through the entire Northern Region.

Those forces that were originally eager to make a move had to re-examine the divine mountain that had descended from the sky.

However, greed always triumphs over fear.

In the following days, powerful individuals continued to attempt to break in.

There were powerful figures from holy lands, supreme elders from ancient families, and even a Dao-Slaying King—a rogue cultivator from the Southern Region who had reached the fifth minor step of the third level of the Immortal Platform, possessing astonishing combat power, and believed he could withstand the strange power on that mountain.

But the results were invariably the same.

"The Supreme Elder of the Ice and Snow Palace forcibly entered the Celestial Divine Mountain, only to be reduced to dust in an instant!"

"The seven bandits of the Northern Region, who had joined forces to attack, all perished in the sacred mountain!"

Even the Dao-Slaying King, clad in his King's Battle Armor and wielding a half-broken Holy Weapon, ventured in cautiously, attempting to find a path amidst the boundless dangers hidden within this sacred mountain. Yet, just as he touched the foot of the mountain, layers of black mist surged forth. The King's protective divine light, before that black mist, was as fragile as paper, shattering instantly!

The armor was corroded, the flesh began to dry up, and the essence of life flowed away like a flood.

"not good!"

Whether it was luck or misfortune, this king encountered the terrifying black mist before he had ventured very deep. He desperately turned around, burning his life essence to ignite his half-crippled holy weapon as he fled. Finally, before being completely enveloped by the black mist, he escaped in a sorry state, having lost half his life.

He was the only one of the intruders to survive these days, but his cultivation level had dropped to the first level of the Immortal Platform, and his lifespan had been greatly shortened. He probably wouldn't live for more than a few years.

Even a Dao-Slaying King nearly perished at the foot of the mountain. The terror of the sacred mountain finally brought everyone to their senses.

However, greed doesn't disappear; it only shifts.

If the powerful are no good, and even the kings are no good, then what about the even stronger ones?

The news spread throughout Beidou, alarming more and more top powers.

Powerful figures from Zhongzhou, Nanling, and Ximo have all arrived.

Some even witnessed the fleeting aura of an ultimate imperial weapon deep within a certain holy land in the Eastern Wilderness, suggesting that the holy land had unleashed its hidden power.

Everyone was watching and waiting, waiting for a powerful figure who could truly shake that sacred mountain to appear.

And that person arrived very quickly.

King of Light of Central Plains!

A supreme expert at the Saint King level is among the top beings in the entire Big Dipper.

He held a prominent position in Zhongzhou, had deep friendships with several ancient dynasties, had lived for over three thousand years, and had once met with the Azure Emperor, who praised his talent.

The emperor's single sentence, "You have good aptitude," was enough to make him famous!

This time, he came, wielding a legendary holy weapon!

It was a sword, entirely golden, its blade engraved with ancient Dao patterns, radiating an aura that made heaven and earth tremble. A Great Saint-level weapon, although not an ultimate Emperor weapon, it was already one of the most powerful weapons under this starry sky in an era without Great Emperors.

"The Lord of Light is about to make his move!"

"With the Great Sacred Weapon in hand and the cultivation of a Saint King, this time, that divine mountain shouldn't be able to stop us, right?"

Among the onlookers, some were excited, some were expectant, and some felt vaguely uneasy.

Without saying much, King of Light, holding the Great Holy Weapon, stepped into the area of ​​the sacred mountain.

His imposing aura was overwhelming, and the aura of a Saint King swept out like a raging storm, causing all living beings within a radius of tens of thousands of miles to tremble. The Great Saint Weapon shone with dazzling light, enveloping his entire being and isolating him from all external influences.

He strode forward, passing through the foot of the mountain. The thin black mist at the foot of the mountain, which even kings feared, retreated like ice and snow meeting the sun in the face of the Great Sacred Weapon's radiance.

"good!"

Outsiders couldn't help but applaud.

The King of Light moved swiftly. He did not search for the various precious herbs growing sparsely at the foot of the mountain, but went straight ahead and soon approached the mountainside.

There, amidst the swirling mist, one could vaguely see a small, silvery-white tree with three crystal-clear fruits hanging from it, each as bright as the moon and radiating a sacred glow.

"That's... the Bright Moon Sacred Fruit! A legendary divine object that can allow someone to directly break through an entire cultivation realm!"

"If the King of Light obtains those three sacred fruits, perhaps he can use them to break through to the Great Saint realm!"

Everyone's breathing became rapid.

However, just as the King of Light was about to touch the silvery-white sapling, a sudden change occurred.

The entire sacred mountain seemed to come alive.

It seemed as if gods were weeping and fallen immortals were roaring.

A thick, almost tangible black mist surged forth from the depths of the mountain. It was no longer mist, but a dark liquid, as viscous as ink, carrying an indescribable eerie aura, instantly engulfing the King of Light.

The light of the Great Sacred Weapon began to dim instantly in the face of the black mist.

"What?!"

Outside, everyone's expression changed.

That was a Great Saint Weapon, a weapon of the Great Saint level. Although it was only a legendary weapon passed down through generations and did not involve the ultimate realm, it was already one of the most top-tier weapons in the world outside of the Great Emperor's lineage. Yet even so, it still could not resist the erosion of that black mist.

From within the black mist came the roar of the King of Light and the whooshing sound of the Great Sage's sword energy.

From the outside, one could see that the black mist was churning violently, sometimes expanding and sometimes contracting, with golden light flashing and sword energy crisscrossing within, but it was never able to completely tear the black mist apart.

"The Lord of Light is trapped!"

"Even the Great Sage Weapon... what exactly is on that mountain?"

Some of the onlookers began to back away, feeling an unprecedented fear.

Just then, an even more terrifying sword aura slashed out from the void.

It was a sword, its blade ancient and simple, like a real dragon, with the hilt as the dragon's head and the body as its tail, exuding an aura of imperial power, reigning supreme in the world!

Great Xia Dynasty, Supreme Emperor Sword!

The Supreme Emperor Weapon, an Emperor-level weapon, is the most supreme treasure in the world!

The supreme imperial weapon of Zhongzhou arrived outside the Northern Divine Mountain at some unknown time, and finally made its move just as the King of Light was about to be annihilated!

"That's right. King Guangming has close ties with the four great dynasties of Zhongzhou, especially with the Great Xia Dynasty. It is rumored that the Great Xia Emperor owes him a huge favor."

"It's likely that the legendary Great Sacred Weapon in the hands of the King of Light was lent out by the Great Xia Divine Dynasty!"

Those who knew the inside story were astonished and whispered in surprise.

In the void, an elderly man with white hair appeared, wielding the Supreme Emperor Sword. He was none other than the former emperor of the Great Xia Divine Dynasty. His expression was solemn as he wielded the Supreme Emperor Sword, unleashing a terrifying sword aura that cleaved towards the black mist.

The power of the ultimate imperial weapon is indeed extraordinary.

The sword energy slashed into the black mist, managing to tear a crack in the thick darkness!

"Let's attack together!"

In the shadows, another series of powerful auras erupted.

The forces included the resources of a sacred land in the Eastern Wilderness, a high-ranking monk from an ancient temple in the Western Desert, and even a demon saint ancestor from the Southern Ridge demon clan. These forces had already secretly arrived, but had not yet revealed themselves. Now, seeing the King of Light trapped, they finally couldn't help but lend a helping hand.

Several powerful figures above the Saint level joined forces, along with the Supreme Emperor Sword, an ultimate imperial weapon, and finally tore a gap in the black mist large enough for a person to pass through.

A golden light shot out from the crack; it was the Great Holy Weapon.

However, the Great Sage Weapon was already badly damaged, with cracks all over its blade and a dim light, as if it would shatter at any moment.

Behind the Great Holy Weapon followed a faint, almost invisible ball of light—a remnant soul of the King of Light.

His physical body remains on that mountain.

The old emperor reached out and caught the wisp of soul, stabilizing it with his great magic, and asked in a deep voice, "Brother, what exactly is on that mountain?"

The remnant soul of the King of Light trembled, his consciousness was blurred, and he could only utter intermittent sounds.

"Don't come closer...don't come closer..."

"This is a forbidden zone... of life..."

"Forbidden Zone of Life!"