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

Upon hearing this, Luo Heng's hand holding the cup trembled involuntarily.

—Inwardly cursing: Which bastard is spouting nonsense... Oh no, I have indeed cultivated the "Undying Heavenly Art" now, so I really am a descendant of a ruthless person.

So which bastard guessed so accurately? This is like a prophet jumping off a plane!

He remained outwardly calm, only taking a sip of tea, but in his heart he had already made a mental note: You just wait, you better not let me find out who you are. Otherwise, this "werewolf"... ah, I mean, the descendant of a ruthless person, will definitely kill you with my own hands.

At the same time that Luo Heng was secretly complaining in his heart.

In the heart of the Eastern Wilderness, deep within a remote ancient tomb, a fat Taoist priest was lying on a huge golden coffin, carefully plucking a broken jade pendant from the neck of a golden-armored warrior inside.

Just then, without warning, he closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and sneezed loudly!

"Achoo!!"

When he rubbed his nose and looked up, he met the eyes of the ancient corpse in the coffin—eyes that had opened at some unknown time, dark and empty.

The fat man's lips twitched, forcing out a stiff, dry laugh:

"What... misunderstanding, misunderstanding! This humble Taoist priest was just passing by and needed to borrow a restroom..."

The only response he received was a low growl from the ancient corpse's throat.

Immediately afterwards, the entire ancient tomb echoed with a series of roars, muffled thuds, and the fat Taoist priest's furious curses:

"Damn you, Heavenly Venerable! Don't bite my ass!!"

After a chaotic scene, it took quite a while for the fat Taoist priest to finally crawl out of a pit. However, a livid-faced zombie was still tightly biting his buttocks.

The fat Taoist priest, whose face had turned somewhat pale, hurriedly slapped the zombie away with his backhand. Then, he frantically pulled out some pills and stuffed them into his mouth, and then took out some ointment and smeared it on his back. After struggling for a while, he finally collapsed down, panting heavily.

Even so, he continued to mutter curses, clearly quite angry about the failure.

Only when he pulled out the broken jade pendant from his pocket did his expression finally brighten and he smiled.

"Haha... If I'm not mistaken, this thing... should be a fragment of some supreme imperial weapon, right? Although I don't know which ancient emperor left it behind, this is definitely a good deal!"

He laughed a few times, but then his face suddenly fell.

He remembered the half of the Supreme Emperor Weapon he had previously lost. If it hadn't been stolen, he would now have two incomplete artifacts.

That's right, the fat Taoist priest who was digging up graves and being chased and bitten by zombies was none other than the unscrupulous Taoist priest Duan De.

He squinted his small eyes and whispered a name:

"The Holy Son of Yaoguang... Luo Heng, is that right?"

It turns out that Duan De had his lid stolen from the Devouring Demon Jar, but at first he didn't know who did it.

When he later heard that the body of the seventh bandit, Tu Tian, ​​had been taken away by the Yao Guang Holy Land, he felt a stirring in his heart and instinctively felt that there must be a connection between the two events.

Afterwards, he made inquiries from various sources and heard rumors that the matter was closely related to the newly appointed Holy Son of Yaoguang, Luo Heng.

Duan De followed this lead and inquired further about the origins of the new Holy Son, discovering that he came from a small sect called Lingxu Cave Heaven in the southern region of the Eastern Wilderness. Looking at the location of Lingxu Cave Heaven—well, what a coincidence, it wasn't far from Wei Capital.

Now, it was impossible for him not to have doubts.

Although he had no solid evidence, Duan De was already convinced that his precious jar lid had most likely been stolen by this kid surnamed Luo!

In a fit of anger, he changed his appearance and secretly spread rumors that "Luo Heng is the successor of the Ruthless Emperor," purely to annoy that kid.

Thinking of this, Duan De weighed the piece of jade in his hand again, a sly smile returning to his face, and muttered to himself:

"Luo Heng, right... If you really stole the Daoist's jar lid, this matter is far from over."

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As if by some unseen force, Luo Heng, who was reading a book in the Yao Guang Stone Workshop in the Divine City, suddenly sneezed loudly.

He rubbed his nose in confusion, muttering to himself thoughtfully:

"Could it be... that the Holy Maiden of Yaochi is thinking of me?"

As soon as the words were spoken, Hongling and Ziyuan, who were standing opposite each other, lowered their heads slightly at the same time.

Luo Heng pretended not to see it and casually picked up the book in his hand again.

He gently opened the bone book in his hand, which contained the secrets of the Yao Guang clan, and quietly began to read it.

As he watched, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly involuntarily.

Previously, Luo Heng was eager to switch to cultivating the "Undying Heavenly Art," so most of the books he read were related to cultivation, and he was single-minded.

Only after his cultivation practice had come to a temporary halt in the past few days, and his mind had relaxed a bit, did he have the leisure to peruse some miscellaneous books and records that he had previously had no time to attend to.

The ancient scroll in his hand was one of the records secretly kept by the Ruthless lineage within the Yao Guang Holy Land. It detailed the reasons, selection criteria, and specific process by which the lineage had secretly spread the "Devouring Heaven Demon Art" in Beidou in the past.

This was supposed to be a serious matter. But when Luo Heng read to the end, the corner of his mouth twitched a few times, and he almost burst out laughing on the spot.

According to the records in the books, the Ruthless lineage knew that the Devouring Heaven Demon Art and the Undying Heaven Art were extremely special techniques, and their cultivation speed and power depended heavily on the special physical origins they devoured.

This leads to a key problem: the more people practicing these two techniques in the same area, the more dispersed the "resources" each person can obtain, and the more their overall cultivation progress will be hindered, resulting in weaker combat power.

This is also why the Yao Guang Holy Land has always only cultivated one ruthless successor, namely the Yao Guang Holy Son. They want to ensure that resources are concentrated and that they do their utmost to create an ultimate powerhouse.

However, even if a practitioner of the Devouring Heaven Demon Art devours the essence of another person's physique, they will not be able to completely refine it.

This means that these devoured bodily essences are actually at risk of being plundered again by others.

Thus, a plan that could be described as an open conspiracy was born: to actively "teach" the Devouring Heaven Demon Art to the genius successors of other major forces.

If you don't practice, they have nothing to lose.

If you practice, you'll automatically join a brutal "Chaotic Body Development Battle Royale Competition".

All cultivators will become each other's hunters and prey, constantly devouring and growing stronger, until only one person remains, licking up everyone's "resource packs," and finally moving towards the Chaos Body.

Whether this last person is the Holy Son of Yao Guang or not is irrelevant to the Ruthless lineage.

As they told Hua Yunfei in the original work: if he is strong enough, he can also try to "devour the divine embryo with a demonic body". Their core goal has always been to give birth to a true chaotic body.

The ruthless lineage of the Yao Guang Holy Land has a style of doing things that implies "the ultimate success may not belong to me, but I must participate in the process of success."

This clearly demonstrates their admiration for the Ruthless Great Emperor and their unwavering anticipation for the birth of a new generation of Chaotic Beings.