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

Ye Fan's heart suddenly started pounding.

He couldn't help but look at Elder Wu Qingfeng, who was about to leave, and asked, "Elder Wu, you just mentioned that the strongest fundamental method in the world is the Daoist Scripture."

"Are scriptures like the *Xihuang Jing* and the *Hengyu Jing* also scriptures for spiritual practice?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Qingfeng paused in his steps.

He turned around and looked at Ye Fan with some surprise: "You actually know the names of these ancient scriptures?"

"Indeed, the 'Daoist Scripture: Wheel Sea Scroll' is known as the strongest and most widely circulated fundamental method in the world. The first chapter of this scripture is what my Lingxu Cave Heaven has collected."

"As for the *Xihuang Jing* and the *Hengyu Jing*..."

His tone was filled with awe and longing: "Those are all supreme scriptures created by the ancient emperors, the core inheritances of their respective holy lands. Ordinary cultivators can hardly even hear of them, let alone glimpse their true forms."

"Ye Fan, where did you learn these names?"

"Uh, I was traveling within the cave and overheard someone mention it by chance!"

Ye Fan mumbled, his heart beating even faster.

Could it be that all those things Uncle Li made him memorize were...?

Wu Qingfeng nodded.

He didn't delve into the matter further, but instead smiled gently and said, "Since you're new here, the most important thing is to learn about the common knowledge of this world and the basics of cultivation. You must not be overly ambitious and rashly attempt to cultivate Qi. Otherwise, you might damage your foundation and regret it too late."

"Furthermore, cultivation cannot be separated from resources. Opening the sea of ​​suffering requires guiding the life essence to break through barriers. Ordinary people can rely on source stones or the help of elders, but you..."

His gaze toward Ye Fan carried a clear hint of regret.

"Your constitution is too special. If the wheel of life of an ordinary person is a fertile soil, then the wheel of life of yours is like a hundred-times-forged divine iron. If you plant a seed in the fertile soil and take good care of it, it will take root, sprout, and flourish."

"As for divine iron... no matter how much external force you put in, even if it's a divine seed or a divine root, it's difficult to break through the iron wall and sprout life."

"For you, perhaps the only hope for life is to wait for the divine iron to undergo a transformation within itself; external forces are unlikely to be of much help."

These words were practically a death sentence for Ye Fan's path of cultivation.

I can only rely on myself, and the hope is slim.

If it were an ordinary young man, he would probably have been disheartened upon hearing these words.

But at this moment, Ye Fan felt as if a fire had been ignited in his heart. Instead of feeling frustrated, he felt a strong urge to try it immediately.

The scriptures that Uncle Li made him memorize.

He can still recite the opening chapter of the "Taoist Canon: Wheel Sea" fluently!

"Thank you for your guidance, Elder. I understand now!"

Ye Fan suppressed his excitement and bowed respectfully.

Seeing his calm expression, Wu Qingfeng assumed he was resilient and had withstood the blow, so he offered a few more words of encouragement before turning and leaving the thatched hut.

Only Ye Fan and Pang Bo remained inside.

Pang Bo scratched his head, looking worried: "Ye Zi, don't take what that old man said too seriously. There's always a way out!"

"I'm fine."

Ye Fan's eyes shone with an unprecedented light. "Pang Bo, you keep watch at the door for me and don't let anyone disturb me. I want to give it a try."

"Try it? Try what? You're going to start cultivating now? Didn't that old man say..."

Pang Bo was startled.

I know what I'm doing.

Ye Fan sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and said, "Let's give it a try. If it doesn't work, we'll see!"

Seeing his resolute attitude, Pang Bo hesitated to speak.

In the end, he had no choice but to walk to the door and listen cautiously to the sounds outside.

Ye Fan took a deep breath and began to clear his mind of distractions.

In my mind, the opening chapter of the "Tao Te Ching," which I knew by heart but had never truly understood, appeared clearly, word by word.

He tried to sense his own life wheel as described in the scriptures, guiding the faint blood and energy in his body to converge and impact the "sea of ​​suffering" three inches below his navel, which is considered the source of life.

At first, there was no response.

That area was deathly still and cold, as if it were truly a piece of eternal, unyielding divine iron. No matter how he tried to channel his will and guide that meager power, it remained completely still.

But Ye Fan was not discouraged.

He recited the scriptures over and over again, his mind completely absorbed in them.

After an unknown amount of time, perhaps the scriptures truly took effect, or perhaps his unwavering will stirred something that had been sealed within his body.

Suddenly, a very faint yet earth-shattering "click" sound came to my ears.

Immediately afterwards, a warm current of energy surged out from somewhere in his body and quickly merged into the blood and qi he was guiding.

This energy flow is pure and gentle, carrying a faint fragrance of grass and trees and a star-like coolness, blending with his own blood and energy as if they were one.

Ye Fan was visibly shaken.

It's now!

He focused all his energy, drawing upon the power that had inexplicably grown slightly stronger, and once again crashed fiercely into that sea of ​​bitterness, which was like "divine iron"!

......

boom!!!

Suddenly, the room was filled with a bright light.

A tsunami-like sound erupted without warning, shaking the entire thatched hut.

From Ye Fan's sea of ​​suffering, endless divine radiance erupted, dazzling with golden light and burning like the sun.

And it was accompanied by real thunder and lightning!

Pang Bo turned around abruptly, speechless with astonishment, unable to utter a single word, simply staring blankly at the scene before him.

Where Ye Fan sat cross-legged, at the location of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, divine light shone in countless rays, dazzling like a rainbow. There were actually golden waves surging and roaring.

Above that golden sea of ​​suffering, lightning bolts danced wildly, thunder roared, and waves surged skyward, as if a raging golden divine sea was undergoing a cataclysmic change, as if the world were being created.

Such a strange and terrifying sight arising within the Sea of ​​Suffering is simply unheard of!

Pang Bo felt his understanding had been completely overturned. He slapped his cheek hard, and the burning pain confirmed that he was not dreaming.

"The tsunami roared like thunder, with countless towering waves..."

His mouth was dry, and he muttered to himself.

At this moment, the thatched hut no longer seemed like a simple dwelling, but rather a coastline in a raging storm, facing a vast, golden ocean that was roaring and raging!

Ye Fan remained silent, sitting cross-legged like a bell.

Within the Sea of ​​Bitterness, divine splendor continuously blossoms, growing ever more radiant.

The roar of the waves was like a thousand horses galloping, and the golden light engulfed his figure. Lightning crackled and danced, and the monstrous waves crashed against the invisible embankment. The scene was so shocking that it was beyond description!

......

Meanwhile, far away at the edge of the pool outside the Demon Emperor's tomb.

Li Qingshan, who seemed to be leisurely fishing, raised his head as if sensing something and glanced in the direction of Lingxu Cave.

The corners of his mouth curved upwards in an almost imperceptible arc.

"here we go."

......

Several days later, above a remote, ancient mountain range in the Eastern Wilderness.

More than a dozen purple streaks of light streaked across the sky, moving at an extremely high speed yet remaining remarkably stable.

Zixia rode on a beam of light, her robes fluttering in the wind.

Beside her, Li Qingchen was looking around curiously, her dark green ponytail swaying gently in the wind created by their high-speed flight.