Covering the Heavens: Fishing for the Heavens Starting from the Great Accomplished Holy Body

"What...what is this?"

Zixia tried to inject another wisp of divine power, but the runes showed no reaction.

But she had clearly sensed that strange power of devouring and transformation just now.

Although faint, its essence is extremely profound and its mystery is beyond words!

Moreover, the energy it generates can alleviate the slight disharmony between the "Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture" and one's own Dao embryo constitution.

How is that possible?

This "peace charm," which was casually given away by Senior Li and said to have been "obtained during his early travels" and had the power to "calm the mind and soothe the nerves," turned out to be a rare treasure with such miraculous effects.

It can autonomously absorb and transform spiritual energy, and even harmonize the subtle conflicts between cultivation techniques and physical constitution... This is something that ordinary magical artifacts cannot do! She had never even heard of a treasure with such characteristics in the treasure pavilion of the Purple Mansion Holy Land!

That Mr. Li, who spent his days sitting by the river, with a gentle and lazy demeanor, whom my grandfather called his "fishing buddy"...

The "little trinket" he casually gave away actually concealed such a secret?

Did he... know that this rune was extraordinary?

Yes, he said it casually at the time, "It looks quite unique," and "It is said to be able to calm the mind and soothe the nerves."

But if it were truly an extraordinary treasure, why would he so casually give it to a junior he had just met?

Unless, in his eyes, it really is just a "trinket".

or……

Zixia's heartbeat quickened involuntarily.

An even more unbelievable thought emerged.

Could it be that Senior Li had already seen through her special constitution and the limitations of her cultivation methods, and thus specially sent her this item as a secret help?

But there was clearly no magical energy fluctuation on him; he looked like an ordinary person.

But if he were an ordinary person, how could he possess such a strange treasure that even the Purple Mansion Holy Land might not be able to produce?

Moreover, when Grandpa mentioned him, he always said that he would sit by the river for a long time, had a good temper, and had amazing fishing skills, but it seemed that no one had ever really figured out his background.

Zixia held the dark rune that had once again fallen silent, her fingertips turning slightly white from the force she exerted.

She looked up, her gaze seemingly piercing through the swirling clouds and mist of the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

River breeze, old willows, old stones, warm wine, home-cooked meals, and Grandpa's hearty laughter.

And the calm and natural look in that person's eyes when they handed over the rune...

Scenes from the past flashed through her mind, intertwining with the rune in her hand that suddenly displayed its divine power, causing a storm to surge within her.

After a long while, Zixia slowly suppressed all the shock and turmoil in her eyes.

She lowered her head and looked again at the runes in her palm, her eyes filled with complex emotions. She murmured to herself, her voice so soft that only she could hear it:

"Senior Li, who exactly are you?"

......

At the same moment, by the cold river.

Li Qingshan sat cross-legged in his usual spot, the emerald bamboo pole in his hand pointing diagonally towards the water.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the river surface into a shimmering gold, and a few water birds fluttered past, leaving ripples in their wake.

"who I am?"

This thought suddenly popped into his head out of nowhere, and he immediately found it a little funny.

I am Li Qingshan, a time traveler.

A fisherman who had been hiding in the world of "Covering the Sky" for hundreds of years and had just mastered the Ancient Sacred Body.

Oh, now we need to add a prefix: a potential enemy that the Invincible Body faction secretly covets but can't find no matter what they do.

He straightened the float and watched it sway gently with the ripples.

In the distance, children running and playing after school, their bicycle bells jingling.

The air was filled with the smell of cooking smoke from dinner, mixed with the fishy odor of the river.

These kinds of days are quite reassuring.

Although I sensed Zixia's side not long ago, the Devouring Ancestral Symbol was activated passively for a moment.

She probably triggered it unintentionally while cultivating.

Li Qingshan noticed it at the time, but didn't pay much attention to it.

That thing was just a novelty to him; giving it to that girl might put it to some use.

but……

He stared at the float, his thoughts drifting a little further away.

Everyone has their own path to walk.

No matter how good external things are, they are ultimately just supplementary.

Just like the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, it can help convert some spiritual energy and harmonize the conflicts between cultivation techniques, which is icing on the cake.

However, if one truly wants to break through the fundamental barrier between physique and cultivation method and unleash the full potential of the Dao Embryo, relying on an otherworldly rune suppressed by heaven and earth is far from enough.

Ultimately, she has to figure it out and find it herself.

You either need to find the "Western Emperor Scripture" that truly resonates with you, or you need to forge your own path.

......

"Other people's paths are ultimately their own."

Li Qingshan muttered to himself, shook his head, and dismissed the thought.

Just as I was about to change the bait, the tip of the rod in my hand suddenly trembled slightly without warning.

The commotion came from the other side of the Heavenly Pool.

This sensation was peculiar, unlike the subtle absorption of the Ancestral Symbol before, or the domineering impact of the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Force.

Rather, it is a heavy, magnificent, and colossal presence, as if carrying some kind of "crossing" and "creation" concept, slowly approaching along the invisible fishing line.

Li Qingshan raised an eyebrow, showing some interest.

He remained calm and composed, his sacred essence flowing silently, the protective net of heaven quietly enveloping the surroundings.

Then, with a thought, the illusory fishing line was lifted upwards.

hum! !

A weight settled in his palm, and a hazy mass of light and shadow, seemingly woven from countless tiny runes and metallic structures, emerged.

The light and shadow quickly solidified, transforming into a palm-sized, dark gold object with an ancient, boat-like design.

The ship's lines are smooth, with the faint outlines of layers of cabins and decks visible, and a sense of vastness and Taoist charm that seems to transcend all worlds and break through the sea of ​​suffering naturally emanates from it.

Information flows into the mind:

The Ark of Creation, originating from the Yangshen Universe, is the "King of Divine Artifacts" crafted with the utmost effort by the Dao of Creation, aiming to cross the sea of ​​suffering and reach the other shore.

It possesses unparalleled power to traverse the vast world, suppress all things, and combine offense and defense.

"Is it something from the Yangshen Universe, or the Ark of Creation?"

Li Qingshan weighed the miniature golden boat in his hand, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

He sensed it carefully.

Under the suppression of the Great Dao of this vast universe, the title of "King of Divine Artifacts" is out of the question.

In reality, its effect is roughly equivalent to that of a reasonably high-quality sacred artifact.

Traveling through the vast world? Don't be ridiculous. Here, being able to reliably break through space for short-distance teleportation is already quite an achievement.

Suppress all things?

It's only at the Saintly Might level.

As for the integration of offense and defense.

Although it is stronger than other magic weapons of the same level, this strength is still extremely limited.

"It's better than nothing, I suppose."

Li Qingshan pursed his lips, somewhat disappointed, yet also feeling it was reasonable.

Things from different realms have vastly different laws, so the fact that this "Ark of Creation" can retain the power of a saint is already a testament to its profound foundation.

but……

His fingertips brushed against the cold hull of the boat, sensing the faint yet tenacious presence of the "creation" and "crossing" Daoist principles within.