Covering the Sky: A Guide to Proving the Dao Without Cheats

Three days later, on a scenic mountaintop, Luo Heng was enjoying a barbecue with his little girl.

At the same time, when Duan De vaguely regained consciousness, he felt weak and powerless all over, and his neck was throbbing with pain.

He instinctively reached out and touched it, his fingertips finding two distinct holes—

"You heartless, damned Heavenly Venerable!" With a piercing scream, the fat Taoist priest sprang up as if he had been scalded. He frantically rummaged through his body for bottles and jars, then gulped them down without a second thought, and grabbed a jar of medicinal powder to haphazardly sprinkle on his wounds.

After a while, seemingly finally realizing something was wrong, Duan De carefully examined his body and touched the wound on his neck. Suddenly realizing something, he burst into a tirade: "Which despicable bastard dares to mock me, Daoist Master? I'll...!"

Halfway through his rant, due to agitation and anemia, he felt his vision go black and he experienced waves of dizziness. He had no choice but to slowly sit down, leaning against a tree trunk, panting heavily.

After regaining his senses, his gaze swept over the various magical treasures and rare materials scattered on the ground, and he suddenly woke up—

"Awooo—!" Another heart-wrenching wail echoed through the forest.

He finally discovered that the lid of the Devouring Demon Jar had vanished! This discovery made his vision go black, and he staggered a few steps, almost falling over.

"You unscrupulous Heavenly Venerable... you son of a bitch!" Duan De was so angry that he flew into a rage, spinning around eight times and jumping nine times, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood—of course, given his current state of blood loss, he probably couldn't even spit out any blood.

Suppressing his anger, he hurriedly swallowed some healing pills and then sat cross-legged to regulate his breathing. Three days later, he finally recovered to about 70-80%.

He was a cultivator after all; if it were an ordinary mortal suffering such a massive blood loss, he would probably have died long ago.

After regaining some of his strength, he immediately took out an ancient altar, placed it on the ground, and sat cross-legged on it. Using his own blood essence as a medium, he chanted incantations.

In an instant, dark clouds poured down like ink, creating a desolate and bleak scene.

Meanwhile, on the scenic mountaintop, the little girl's simple, broken bowl, which was hanging from her chest with a rope, slowly began to float up.

The little girl looked on in surprise, then suddenly remembered that Luo Heng had told her not to let the broken bowl leave. She quickly stretched out a chubby little hand and gently patted the broken bowl, saying in her childish voice, "Don't move it."

In an instant, all the light on the broken bowl disappeared, and the bowl even cracked, revealing an ancient pottery lid, which fell back onto the little girl's chest.

On the pottery lid, there is a striking ghost face mark, which looks like it is neither crying nor laughing, with sadness in its laughter and a smile in its sadness.

At the same time, Duan De, who was sitting on the altar, spat out a mouthful of blood and screamed, "The lid of the Devouring Demon Jar of the Daoist Master!" Then his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Luo Heng, who was eating barbecue, witnessed this scene without showing any surprise.

In his opinion, if Duan De could snatch the lid of the Devouring Demon Jar from Xiao Nannan, then Luo Heng would dare to broadcast himself using a five-speed electric fan.

Seeing that the lid of the Devouring Demon Jar was fully exposed, Luo Heng guessed that the contingency plan Duan De had left inside must have been eliminated by the Devouring Demon Jar itself.

He quickly stepped forward, smiling, and asked the little girl, "Little girl, can your brother use this lid for a while?"

The little girl was very well-behaved. She handed the jar lid to Luo Heng and asked in confusion, "It originally belonged to your brother, so why did you have to give it to him?"

Luo Heng took the lid of the Devouring Demon Jar with a happy expression, but when he looked at the grotesque face on the lid that looked neither like crying nor laughing, he couldn't help but swallow.

Giving himself a pep talk, Luo Heng began practicing. Once he could roughly control it, he shrunk the lid to the size of his thumb and put it directly into the small pocket of Nannan's clothes.

After finishing the barbecue with Xiao Nannan, Luo Heng put Xiao Nannan back into the silver bracelet.

Then, he took out a stone talisman from the jade bracelet and crushed it.

Luo Heng currently possesses two storage artifacts: a jade bracelet for regular storage and a silver bracelet specifically for storing his little girl.

Looking at the stone talisman that had turned to dust in his hand, Luo Heng couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Wei Yi, I hope you really are a good person. Please don't have any improper thoughts, or I'm afraid you'll get holy blood splattered all over my face."

Luo Heng is now full of confidence. With Xiao Nannan and the lid of the Devouring Demon Jar, let alone a saint, even a supreme being from a forbidden zone who dares to extend their claws will suffer serious injury or even death.

Standing atop the nameless mountain, overlooking the magnificent view of the surging sea of ​​clouds and verdant peaks below, he couldn't help but murmur to himself:

"Ascending the path to heaven, singing as we go, a flick of the finger can blot out the sky."

After nearly three years of lying low, he finally has the power to protect himself in the world of "Covering the Sky". From this day forward, he no longer needs to be cautious or suppress his true nature.

He was finally qualified to step onto the stage of the Beidou cultivation world, and even ascend the ancient star road where the geniuses of all races competed, to show his brilliance in the coming golden age and write his own legendary chapter.

Before transmigrating, he was just an ordinary young man who would stay up all night reading novels and make jokes in the comments section of Bilibili. His adolescent delusions hadn't fully healed yet!

As a result, he transmigrated into the world of "Covering the Sky," burdened with all sorts of pressure, and managed to live a life of extreme caution. Only now can he finally catch his breath a little.

He even felt that his cultivation, which had been stuck for a long time, was starting to loosen, but he still forcibly suppressed it.

A short while later, the space around Luo Heng distorted, and Wei Yi stepped out. He first looked Luo Heng up and down, and said, "Your cultivation is progressing slowly, but your state of mind has changed quite a bit. Not bad."

Luo Heng smiled slightly upon hearing Wei Yi's words and said, "Senior Wei, since you're here, let's begin our one-year agreement to protect me today. Today is your first day on the job, so let me give you a gift! Hmm… let me think… what do you think of materials that can be used to forge an Ultimate Emperor Weapon?"

Even with Wei Yi's composure, upon hearing Luo Heng's words, his pupils constricted, and he looked Luo Heng up and down again, but remained silent.

Luo Heng didn't mind and continued, "There is a large lake near the Tai Xuan Sect, in which floats a lot of Xuanhuang Qi, as thick as clouds and as heavy as mountains."

After listening to Luo Heng's words, Wei Yi said no more. He reached out and grabbed Luo Heng's shoulder, took a step, and arrived near the Tai Xuan Sect.

Afterwards, he released his saint-level divine sense, searched around, and then took another step, standing above a large lake.

What appeared to be a vast lake, its waters boundless and shrouded in mist, its surface a clear, turquoise hue, like a naturally formed gemstone, adorned with ethereal beauty on the desolate land.

Looking at the dark yellow aura beneath the lake's surface, which resembled mountains and peaks, Wei Yi couldn't help but gasp.