Covering the Sky: Rise Starting with Card Draws

"For me?"

The sallow-faced Taoist priest subconsciously accepted the fruit and armor, and he was somewhat stunned.

He was immediately drawn to the Fruit of Life. He could clearly feel that it would greatly benefit him, and his instinctive desire for evolution kept urging him to eat it quickly.

Immediately following was a wave of emotion. At this moment, only the word "loyalty" filled his heart. In this life, Chen Hao was the only sun in his heart!

"Boss, you have such good stuff?"

Longma stared wide-eyed at the fruit that contained all the power and life essence of a Dao-Slaying King, his tongue lolling out in his mouth, wishing he could swallow the fruit whole.

The Ye Fan and Pang Bo brothers, who had just gathered around, were staring at the fruit that contained boundless life essence and the power of a Dao-Slaying King. Their eyes were practically glowing green, and they couldn't help but swallow their saliva frantically.

Is Haozi a bastard child of God? How could he have such a good thing? Does that mean that as long as he kills his way through, he can keep improving by stepping on the corpses of his enemies and never lack cultivation resources?

No, Earth is in the Dharma-ending Age. Without powerful enough enemies to kill and plant trees, it won't bear much fruit.

Ye Fan took a deep breath, suppressing the agitation in his heart. He couldn't help but feel sorry for Chen Hao. He was a genius, a peerless prodigy, and had a heaven-defying opportunity, but unfortunately, like him, he was temporarily trapped on this planet of the end of Dharma.

However, Ye Fan believed that with Chen Hao's talent, becoming an emperor was not out of the question, and becoming a saint was only a matter of time. Sooner or later, he would set foot in the starry sky and go to the depths of the universe to train. He just didn't know exactly when he would get there or whether he would live to see it.

"Alright, it's time to set off. As long as there's enough nutrition, everyone can have plenty of fruit. Even if you want to eat now, I'm out of stock. But, after we defeat the enemy, there will be plenty of fruit for you."

Chen Hao patted Longma's head.

"Yes, that's right, kill the enemy and eat the fruit! Awooo, Vatican, your grandpa Longma is here!"

Upon hearing this, Longma instantly became excited, his eyes blazing with fire, his dragon blood boiling, and he was completely ablaze.

The others were also immediately filled with fighting spirit and looked forward to the next stop, the Vatican, hoping that there would be more strong people there so that they could reap more and better results.

……

Vatican City, meaning the land of prophets, is the most famous sacred land in the West, a resting place for ancient gods, and home to countless myths and legends.

As Chen Hao rallied the Chinese Daoist traditions to conquer the West, the Vatican monks, who were closely watching the situation, began to stir with discussion.

"Alas, even God is dead. In this degenerate age, is there anyone who can subdue this demon?"

"Devil! Heretic! God, how could such a great demon have come from Middle-earth..."

"Don't talk nonsense. That's the Lord of Haotian Dao, a genuine descendant of an ancient holy empress! What's wrong with him taking back his ancestral artifact?"

"Exactly, if you keep yelling about it, you'll go and suppress him?"

"What are you afraid of? There are still paladins who survived the Dark Ages, and some of them may still be alive and have the strength to fight."

"..."

Some were desperate, some were anxious, and some were stubbornly determined to confront the issue head-on.

"Isn't it a good thing that the gods are dead? The Bible is the crystallization of wisdom, Jesus is a venerable saint, and what are those extraterrestrial gods anyway?!"

Some Western cultivators were laughing heartily, seemingly harboring a long-standing grudge against those extraterrestrial gods.

However, the people below were discussing and unable to make up their minds. In the end, it was the Pope who spoke up: "It is alright. The divine son of the Central Plains has only come to retrieve the relics of his ancestors. As a descendant of the ancient holy emperor, he is a miraculous flower blooming in the desert of this degenerate age."

He has every right to reclaim his ancestral possessions; we simply need to return them to him without being overly hostile.

  

Unlike those who couldn't recognize the situation, the Pope, before the fragments of the Fuxi Dragon Stele flew out and shattered the temple, was so overwhelmed by the terrifying pressure brought by the heavenly tribulation that he used his inner strength to investigate and happened to see the live broadcast of Chen Hao's heavenly tribulation.

The Pope had only one thought deep down: Is this even human?

Especially after witnessing Chen Hao's battle against numerous humanoid lightning bolts formed from the Dao traces of ancient emperors, despite being severely injured and on the verge of collapse under the Heavenly Tribulation of Annihilation, he was so shocked that he was almost numb.

But when Chen Hao shouted "Endless Battle Souls, come forth!" and actually summoned the Emperor's image, he was completely dumbfounded.

Despite his arrogant personality, his long tenure as head of the Papacy, his possession of numerous semi-sacred weapons, his damaged Golden Cloth, and his vast reserves of faith and spiritual power, the Pope would generally never bow down.

However, the situation is special now. The Pope believes that even if he were to use his holy weapon to launch a sneak attack, he probably wouldn't be able to kill Chen Hao. After all, the aura emanating from the pitch-black lightning that struck down by the Annihilation Heavenly Tribulation has, in his opinion, surpassed the power of a holy weapon.

Not to mention that when the fragments of the Fuxi Dragon Stele finally resonated and gathered together, who knows how much the damaged ancestral artifact had been repaired, or how much of its power it would have in its original state?

If it weren't for the fact that approaching them might remind them of the incident and trigger a conflict, he would have already returned those dilapidated antiques, whose flaunting value outweighed their practical use.

Now that the tactic of feigning death to reduce visibility has failed and the other party has come to us, we have no choice but to return the ancestral artifact to prevent the conflict from escalating further.

It's not that the Pope wasn't arrogant enough or his faith wasn't firm enough, but rather that, as the Pope and the leader of the Papacy, the continuation of the tradition was more important than his personal honor or disgrace.

The Fuxi Dragon Stele is the imperial weapon of Emperor Fuxi. The image of the emperor was sculpted into a fragmented weapon spirit, which resonated and gathered together. Even a wisp of imperial might from something of this level could level the entire West.

Although he felt that it was too dilapidated to possibly unleash its imperial might, the Pope dared not gamble even on the slightest possibility, especially since Chen Hao's existence itself was a miracle.

"But he blasphemed God and seized and occupied the holy city of Jerusalem..."

Someone expressed their dissatisfaction.

"I said, return his ancestral property to him, don't you understand?!"

The Pope glanced at the man with some displeasure.

"Isn't there still that sinner? If he were to intervene, perhaps..."

Someone said unwillingly.

The Pope, looking at this group of reckless fools, almost laughed in anger. Just as he was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed drastically: "Who is arousing the power of faith?"

Before the ancient array that isolates the Vatican from the outside world, a group of young knights surround a golden-haired girl who shines like the sun.

The girl's name was Audrey, a saint from the Vatican. At this moment, she was riding a unicorn that looked like it was carved from mutton fat jade, radiating holy light. Around her, young knights from various families were also riding their own exotic beasts.

The people stand here in high spirits, driven by a burning passion to defend their homeland, their faith, and their honor, determined to stop the invading demons of Middle-earth.