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

"That one looks good too!"

With a thought, a gentle attraction emanated from her, and the broken broom flew up with a "whoosh," accurately embedding itself diagonally in the gap between her backpack and clothes, like carrying a strangely shaped short sword.

Only after doing all this did she stand still, satisfied.

"Qingchen...you, you took so much?"

Lin Jia was somewhat dumbfounded. She was only holding a wooden fish in her hand, which made her look particularly "poor" in comparison.

"Huh? A lot?"

Li Qingchen blinked her big, bright green eyes, looking completely innocent. "I think these are all good things, worth treasuring!"

As she spoke, she picked up a bronze mirror and looked at herself.

Although the cracks in the mirror had ruined her face, she didn't seem to care at all; instead, she found it amusing.

Ye Fan also looked over, his lips twitching slightly. He reminded Qingchen, "These things might not be simple. Can you carry them? Also, don't be too greedy; we still have a long way to go!"

"I can lift it, it's so light!"

Li Qingchen immediately replied, weighing the "treasure" in her arms. It was indeed no problem for her current physical condition. "Don't worry, Brother Ye, I'll just play with it. It won't hinder my walking!"

What she was thinking was: Dad always said that when you're out and about, if you see something that catches your eye, pick it up first!

Who knows if we'll ever need it? Even if we don't, it'll be nice to have it on display!

That's how my father accumulated all his wealth!

Of course, she didn't say it aloud.

Soon, everyone took everything they could carry; Pang Bo even took down the plaque from the Great Thunder Temple.

Li Qingchen was undoubtedly the one who "reaped" the most. He was carrying a bunch of things in his arms and had to walk slightly sideways, but his face was beaming with a smile, clearly very happy.

"We shouldn't stay here any longer, let's go quickly."

Ye Fan felt uneasy about the desolate ruins.

The group quickly left the Great Thunderclap Temple and headed back towards the bronze coffin they had come from.

After walking for a while, a chilling rustling sound suddenly came from the depths of the ruins behind them, as if something was crawling densely.

Immediately afterwards, a dark red "tide" surged out from every corner of the ruins. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be countless strange insects the size of a fingernail, shaped like crocodiles, but with sharp mouthparts!

Their eyes glowed red, and they moved with incredible speed, charging madly towards the group.

"run!"

Someone shouted, and everyone was terrified, running back as fast as they could.

Fortunately, they weren't far from the giant bronze coffin. The group scrambled back to the coffin, pressed themselves against the cold bronze walls, and stared in fear at the dark red "tide" outside.

The hideous "monster insects" stopped abruptly a dozen meters away from the coffin, forming a suffocating circle, hissing, but no longer advancing.

"They're afraid of this coffin!"

Someone said in a trembling voice, exhausted from surviving a disaster.

After their initial shock subsided, everyone's gaze involuntarily turned to the silent, five-colored altar in the distance.

The altars are simple and unadorned, and although they do not have any special features, they are still very eye-catching.

"Could it be... that we don't have enough energy?"

After observing for a moment, one student suddenly offered a guess: "It's like the battery ran out of power. Were those jade pieces and the things we brought on board the car the charging materials? Now that the battery is depleted, that's why these things dared to gather around us when we stopped here?"

These words made everyone's hearts tighten, as if they had grasped a straw, but then an even greater despair pressed down on them.

"So what if you guess right?"

Someone stared at the dense swarm of crocodiles outside, their throat dry. "We only have a few Buddhist artifacts left, and they're all in our hands. The altar's over there; who can get past it? Going out would mean feeding the insects!"

That short stretch of just over ten meters became a deadly chasm.

The hope that had just been ignited was extinguished in an instant.

Just when everyone was at their wits' end and despair was pervading,

hum!

Without warning, the five-colored altar in the distance suddenly trembled and burst forth with a dazzling divine light.

Red, blue, yellow, green, and gold—five-colored rays of light shot into the sky like pillars, once again piercing through the hazy "sky dome" above!

"What's going on?!"

"The altar... lit up by itself?!"

Everyone was stunned.

The surrounding crocodiles also became agitated, their hissing becoming sharp and uneasy.

Rumble...

The bronze coffin beneath our feet trembled.

"The coffin door, the coffin door is closing!"

Someone screamed.

The heavy coffin lid was moving slowly, making a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

"Go in, hurry up and go in!"

Ye Fan roared, though he didn't understand what was happening, but this was the only way to survive.

The crowd tumbled and scrambled into the coffin.

The moment the last person rushed in, the coffin lid slammed shut, completely shutting out all light and noise from the outside world.

In the darkness and silence, he felt the giant coffin beneath him tremble violently, and was pulled into the air by an irresistible force.

Nine dragons pull the coffin, setting sail once again.

......

Inside the coffin, it was dark and sealed.

After the initial panic subsided, as the flashlights were turned on, someone began to count the number of people in a trembling voice, followed by a gasp.

"Twenty-three, twenty-four... twenty-seven, twenty-eight... wait, three are missing! Where are Liu Yunzhi, Li Changqing, and Wang Yan? Why aren't they here?!"

"Could it be that they woke up and went out after we left?"

"Impossible, they were all knocked unconscious..."

Panic spread in the darkness, and the unknown situation coupled with the mysterious disappearance of his companions made the atmosphere even more oppressive.

......

On the desolate and lifeless land, the five-colored altar gradually lost its brilliance.

Li Qingshan's figure appeared at the edge of the altar at some point, a smile on his face.

At his feet lay three unconscious people: Liu Yunzhi, Li Changqing, and Wang Yan.

"How dare you bully my daughter and try to hitch a ride?"

He glanced at the three people on the ground and snorted softly.

"The Ancient Starry Road is for those with destiny to walk, not for scum like you to win by doing nothing. Leave it here to fend for yourself!"

For him, dealing with these three insignificant characters was easier than removing a fishing hook; it was simply a matter of cleaning up the "carriage environment" on the side.

After finishing this trivial matter, Li Qingshan turned his attention back to the main topic.

The green bamboo fishing rod in his hand emitted a faint light, and on the fishing line hung a small divine crocodile, struggling in vain, as if cast in gold.

His other hand rested lightly on the shoulder of a blurry, ominous-looking "ghost."

"Stop looking! The Nine Dragons Coffin can't hold the remnants of the old era!"

Crocodile Ancestor struggled slightly on the cold fishhook between Li Qingshan's fingers, its dark golden scales rubbing against the hook tip, producing a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

Its once fierce and tyrannical blood-red vertical pupils now held only the purest, almost frozen fear.

Just now, it was still deep within the seal, greedily sniffing out the exceptionally delicious "dragon" aura from the outside world, planning how to enjoy this unexpected feast after escaping to make up for the losses incurred from being suppressed for thousands of years.

But the next second, an ordinary-looking fishhook somehow pierced through the strong seal set up by Shakyamuni, like hooking up a small loach, and "pulled" it out of its hiding place.

A demon saint who roamed the starry sea was actually caught fishing!

What a shame!

Boundless rage nearly overwhelmed its reason; it wanted to roar, to manifest its enormous demonic form and tear apart the ignorant human before it.

But all the furious thoughts vanished the moment they met that person's calm gaze, like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

All that remained was an indescribable tremor stemming from a primal instinct.

The person in front of me was dressed in inconspicuous black clothes, carrying a green bamboo pole in his hand, and even had a gentle smile on his face.

Standing before him, Crocodile Ancestor felt as insignificant as a speck of dust, as if with a single thought, his demon saint body, forged over thousands of years, along with his primordial spirit, would instantly be reduced to the most basic particles in the universe.

This feeling was a thousand times more terrifying than when I faced Shakyamuni Buddha, who had suppressed me!

The power of Shakyamuni lies in the overwhelming force at the level of "power" that he could understand and perceive.

And the person in front of me...

It cannot understand, perceive, or even "define".

Just as ants cannot comprehend the vastness of the sky.