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

Li Qingshan weighed the heart in his hand, feeling its heavy weight and warm throbbing.

He raised his head and looked at the middle-aged cultivator from the Yao Guang Holy Land who had shouted the loudest, a mischievous look of doubt on his face:

"You want this?"

The Yao Guang cultivator's face immediately darkened: "Stop pretending to be confused, hand it over, or else..."

"Oh, looks like you really want it~~"

Li Qingshan nodded, interrupting his threat.

He casually turned around, facing away from the pool and towards the crowd, then swung his arm back in a half-circle, making a javelin-throwing motion.

"Then, you can have them!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his arm forward.

Whoosh! ! !

That crimson, crystalline Demon Emperor's Heart, like a red meteor launched with all its might, traced an exaggerated parabola and flew back the way the group had come, accompanied by an astonishing whooshing sound!

The trajectory was clearly visible, the speed was extremely fast, and the direction was tricky, passing right over the heads of the three groups of people who were blocking their way.

"How dare you!"

"Go after them!"

"Stop it!"

No one expected Li Qingshan to be so decisive, and his strength seemed to be astonishing.

After a brief moment of surprise, the three parties immediately erupted into chaos.

The cultivators of Yao Guang Holy Land rode divine rainbows, the ancient war chariots of the Ji family rumbled and turned, and several great demons transformed into demonic light. They all disregarded Li Qingshan and desperately chased after the direction in which the heart fell.

They were afraid that if they were a step too slow, the other two companies would succeed.

In the blink of an eye, the men who had just surrounded the area with murderous intent had vanished without a trace, leaving only some dust and lingering magical energy in the air.

The pool has returned to tranquility.

Li Qingshan then patted off non-existent dust from his hands, looked in the direction the group of people had disappeared, and shrugged: "See, how simple."

He returned to the familiar bluestone and picked up the bamboo fishing rod leaning against it.

This time, however, he did not cast the fishing line into the pond in front of him.

Instead, with a slight thought, he activated the Beidou fishing ground beacon within his body, which had just been fully stabilized.

At the same time, it guides the causal thread that unintentionally "hooks" onto the entrance to the Yin grave.

He flicked his wrist.

The verdant tip of the pole traced a mysterious arc.

The fishing line, attached to an invisible hook of cause and effect, silently "sank" into the ground beneath its feet, descending along the hidden passage towards the true core of the Demon Emperor's Tomb—the Yin Tomb of the Azure Emperor.

"Let's go in and see what this demon emperor has managed to do in the desolate tower."

Li Qingshan's figure faded slowly, like ink spreading, as the fishing line pulled him along.

It eventually disappeared completely onto the bluestone.

......

In the direction of the Demon Emperor's tomb, light soared into the sky, and the air was filled with the clamor of voices. Every now and then, cultivators would ride divine rainbows across the sky, while many more were rogue cultivators and disciples from small sects who had come from all directions upon hearing the news.

Even though they knew there was no hope of winning, they couldn't help but want to join in the fun and witness this major event that could shake the Eastern Wilderness.

Ye Fan stood on a high cliff on the outskirts of the ruins, gazing at the commotion in the distance, his brows furrowed.

Ever since the crystal coffin shattered and the Demon Emperor's Heart transformed into a blood rainbow and flew away, Pang Bo, enveloped in green light, gave chase.

He tried to chase after him for a long distance, but ultimately found no trace of him.

Ye Fan waited for a while longer. As dusk approached, more and more people gathered at the tomb, and the sounds of shouts and clashes over treasures could be faintly heard, but Pang Bo's figure was nowhere to be seen.

He couldn't wait any longer.

"Pang Bo, please don't let anything happen to you..."

Ye Fan muttered to himself, then turned to leave this place of trouble and search for Pang Bo's whereabouts nearby.

"call out!"

A barely perceptible streak of light suddenly flashed across the distant horizon, as if drawn by some invisible force, tracing an extremely tricky arc, and shot precisely toward Ye Fan's location!

The speed was beyond imagination. Ye Fan didn't even have time to react. He only felt a coolness in his palm, and the thing was already firmly in his hand.

It feels warm and heavy to the touch, with a strange, almost lifelike pulse.

Ye Fan subconsciously looked down.

In the palm of my hand lay a heart, about the size of a fist, its surface a deep crimson, translucent like the purest red agate!

"Thump...thump..."

It even throbbed slowly and powerfully in his palm, each beat emitting a faint, crimson halo mixed with vast life essence and demonic power.

"?"

Ye Fan's pupils contracted sharply as he instantly recognized the origin of this thing.

The Heart of the Demon Emperor!

But how did it fly back here?

And yet it ended up in his hands?

Before Ye Fan could figure it out, something even stranger happened.

The warm, pulsating heart of the Demon Emperor in his palm suddenly flashed with light, transforming into a streak of crimson light that "whooshed" directly into his abdomen, the location of his Sea of ​​Bitterness!

"Well!"

Ye Fan's body stiffened abruptly, and he let out a muffled groan.

He felt an indescribable surge of heat, like a river bursting its banks, instantly flooding into his newly opened, still relatively small, sea of ​​suffering.

The golden sea of ​​bitterness suddenly boiled!

The sea was raging, with thunder and lightning. The once calm sea of ​​wheels was as if a red-hot iron had been thrown in, causing it to surge wildly. Golden waves crashed against the boundaries of the sea of ​​suffering, as if trying to tear it apart.

What alarmed Ye Fan even more was that the Demon Emperor's Heart did not settle down after entering the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

It floats in the middle of the sea of ​​suffering, facing his life spring from afar, still beating slowly and steadily.

With each pulse, his entire sea of ​​suffering resonated, and golden blood and energy flowed uncontrollably, bringing waves of tearing, throbbing pain, yet accompanied by an indescribable, strangely comfortable feeling of life's essence being nourished.

The interplay of two completely opposite feelings caused cold sweat to instantly bead up on Ye Fan's forehead.

He tried to observe it using the method of inner vision, but he could only "see" a hazy red halo in the center of the sea of ​​suffering, and could not clearly perceive its specific state.

"What on earth is going on...?"

Ye Fan gritted his teeth and endured the discomfort and chaos within his body, looking around.

Fortunately, the cliff was in a remote location, and the streak of light that flew by was too fast to attract the attention of the competitors in the distance.

He dared not linger. He forced himself to take a deep breath, suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body, and quickly left the cliff, heading in the opposite direction from the Demon Emperor's tomb.

We need to find a safe place and figure out what's going on with this sudden "change" inside my body!

......

Ye Fan didn't know how long he had been traveling, nor how he had arrived at this place.

When he managed to clear his mind from the churning, strange sensation within his body and observe his surroundings, he realized that he had unknowingly found himself in a completely unfamiliar world.

This place was completely different from the eastern wilderness he had seen before.

There was no desolation of ruins, no clamor of war, and not even a trace of cultivators fighting.

Looking out, one sees a picturesque, tranquil, and peaceful paradise.

The sky was a clear, deep blue, with a few wisps of white clouds drifting by.

On the earth, the grass is lush and green, and flowers are everywhere, in all their vibrant colors. The rich fragrance of flowers drifts on the breeze, refreshing and delightful.

In the distance, beautiful mountain peaks stretch endlessly, shrouded in mist, with the outlines of pavilions and towers faintly visible in the fog, like the legendary abode of immortals.

Nearby, a clear stream flows gently, its waters splashing against smooth pebbles, creating a melodious tinkling sound. Ancient trees tower along the stream, their branches and leaves lush and verdant, and lively birds hop and chirp among the branches, their voices clear and crisp.

Everything seemed so harmonious and perfect, filled with an unreal tranquility and beauty.