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

Chapter 70 Divine Body and Holy Body, Abnormal Bitter Sea!

"You two fellow Daoists have traveled a long way; it is an honor to have you at Tai Xuan!"

The headmaster of Taixuan bowed politely.

"You're too kind, Sect Leader."

The important figure from the Yao Guang Holy Land nodded slightly, but Zi Guang had already passed through the crowd and was directed towards the dilapidated palace atop Zhuofeng Peak.

"We have heard that a senior has passed away on your esteemed peak. My brother Ji and I have come here to trouble you. We hope that the sect leader will grant us this favor."

The Tai Xuan Sect Leader's expression remained unchanged, but he sighed inwardly.

The news eventually leaked out.

How could such a thing, which is believed to have been reborn from Nirvana at Zhuofeng, be kept secret from the eyes and ears of the two holy lands?

"Please make yourself at home, fellow Daoists."

He stepped aside.

The two important figures said no more and strode toward the summit of Zhuofeng.

At the summit of Zhuofeng Peak, inside a dilapidated palace.

The old madman remained motionless, his body enveloped in a layer of silvery-white cocoon. The cocoon was not inanimate, but was undulating slightly, as if breathing.

A mysterious power emanated from the cocoon, causing the entire mountaintop to pulsate in unison.

It was like a demonic fetus, or a celestial seed, nurturing something indescribable.

The two important figures stopped the moment they stepped into the palace.

They exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Without a word, the two sat down on the ground, closed their eyes, and focused their attention on sensing the pulse emanating from the silver cocoon.

The unparalleled figures of six thousand years ago have now been reborn here. If one can comprehend the supreme truth within this pulse, one will benefit for a lifetime.

Perhaps we can glean an opportunity for future breakthroughs from this.

Outside the palace, the powerful figures from each peak gazed into the distance, not daring to approach.

At the edge of the crowd, Ji Ziyue stood gracefully, with skin as smooth as jade, pearly white teeth, and a pair of bright, intelligent eyes.

Standing beside her was a boy of eleven or twelve years old, Ye Fan.

"Hey, why are you leaving?"

Ji Ziyue grabbed Ye Fan's sleeve, somewhat suspiciously, "It's rare for such an important person to appear, it's a good opportunity to see their true face. You're just like my brother, always pretending to be profound."

Ye Fan looked at the palace, his gaze calm.

"I need to find a quiet place to cultivate myself!"

"lie."

Ji Ziyue's intuition was extremely sharp. She stared into Ye Fan's eyes and said, "I sense that you are very guilty, as if you are deliberately avoiding these important figures."

Ye Fan didn't say anything, but simply pulled back his sleeves and walked down the mountain.

Ji Ziyue watched his retreating figure, her eyes darting around, but ultimately she didn't follow.

Ye Fan walked down Zhuofeng alone, passed through a withered forest, and stopped in a secluded valley.

He sat down cross-legged and began to close his eyes and concentrate.

It's not that I'm intentionally avoiding anyone, I just don't want to cause trouble.

Those big shots, aren't they all ancient monsters who have lived for hundreds of years, with incredibly sharp eyes?

If those people were to investigate carefully what was hidden inside him, it might very well reveal some clues.

At this moment, Ye Fan looked inward into the Sea of ​​Bitterness, where the golden ocean was still slowly surging.

And between the waves, several things were quietly suspended.

A fist-sized, crimson heart, as clear as agate, hangs quietly on the edge of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, rising and falling gently with the waves, only beating slowly every now and then, as if it were asleep.

An ancient scripture, neither gold nor jade, lay unfurled on the other side of the sea of ​​suffering. Golden text flowed across the paper, exuding a mysterious aura.

It was the complete golden page of the "Daoist Scripture: The Sea of ​​Wheels" that Pang Bo had given him when the Demon Emperor's tomb was opened.

In addition, there is a palm-sized piece of green copper.

The surface of the green copper is rusted and the edges are jagged. It looks inconspicuous, but it exudes an indescribable ancient aura. It exists in the center of the sea of ​​bitterness, and even the Demon Emperor's heart and the Dao Scripture are pushed aside.

At the very top of the sea of ​​suffering, a small cauldron with three legs and two handles floats quietly. It exhales and transforms, emerging from nothingness. Chaotic mist surges and intertwines to form "Tao" and "Li", making it seem mysterious and profound.

The Cauldron of Mother Qi of All Things!

Any one of these items, if it were to fall into the wrong hands, would be enough to drive all the cultivators in the Eastern Wilderness into a frenzy.

But what Ye Fan cared about most at this moment was not these items themselves.

Rather, it's the faint, almost imperceptible airflow surrounding them.

The airflow was extremely thin, so thin that it was almost imperceptible, yet it was omnipresent, like an invisible membrane gently enveloping the entire sea of ​​suffering.

The airflow is pure and gentle, carrying a faint fragrance of grass and trees and a coolness like that of stars.

Whenever Ye Fan circulated the Daoist Scripture cultivation technique, a wisp of energy would separate and mix into his blood and qi, making the cultivation process exceptionally smooth.

It seems that the one who benefited the most was the Demon Emperor's Heart!

Since the day it fell into its own sea of ​​suffering, its heart has never shown any abnormal reaction again.

It just sat there quietly, occasionally throbbing.

Whenever it cultivates and exerts its power, it will spontaneously release an extremely subtle wisp of essence and blood, which will mix into the sea of ​​bitterness and then be slowly absorbed.

Ye Fan was initially worried, fearing that one day his heart would suddenly give out and he would leave.

But months have passed, and my heart remains calm. I even have a faint feeling of comfort that makes me willing to pay for my lifeblood to live there for a long time.

It seemed as if it loved staying in this golden ocean enveloped by air currents and was unwilling to leave.

Ye Fan thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out where this special airflow came from.

From the very first day of my cultivation, it appeared so suddenly, existing in the sea of ​​suffering, silently guarding this small world.

Ye Fan suddenly remembered that when he was a child, Uncle Li would occasionally give him some "snacks". Those things had a faint grassy fragrance, and he would feel particularly energetic after eating them.

Could it be...

He shook his head and didn't think about it any further.

Regardless of where the energy flow came from, at least for now, it made my cultivation smoother and reduced a lot of trouble.

This is enough.

The less trouble, the better.

Just as Ye Fan was about to enter a meditative state, he suddenly frowned.

Someone is coming.

Their footsteps were light, and they were not alone.

Ye Fan opened his eyes and looked towards the entrance of the valley.

The first to appear was a young man, tall and straight, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, dressed in a black robe, with faint void fluctuations swirling around him.

Ji Haoyue.

He was followed by several young disciples of the Ji family, as well as some people from the Yao Guang Holy Land, chatting and laughing.

It was obvious that he was taking advantage of his elders' enlightenment at Zhuofeng to come out and move around.

Ji Haoyue also saw Ye Fan and paused slightly.

"Is it you?"

He recognized the boy and knew his complicated relationship with his sister, Ziyue.

Ye Fan stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Greetings, Brother Ji!"

Ji Haoyue nodded slightly, her gaze lingering on Ye Fan for a moment, as if sensing something.

"Ancient Sacred Body, that's quite rare!"

His tone was indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Ye Fan didn't reply.

Ji Haoyue didn't say anything more and led the group forward, preparing to cross the valley and visit the main peaks ahead.

Just as the two were about to pass each other, a blue sea suddenly appeared behind Ji Haoyue, shimmering with light, and a bright moon slowly rose.

An unusual phenomenon: the bright moon rises over the sea!

A beam of moonlight, as clear as water, flowed towards Ye Fan.

"Brother Haoyue, what are you doing?"

Ji Ziyue appeared at this moment, and was greatly surprised, and hurriedly stopped her.

However, a ripple of light emanated from the azure sea behind Ji Haoyue, freezing her in place.

Behind them, a group of people followed. Everyone was surprised, not expecting Ji Haoyue to use his special ability to attack this unknown young man.

The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang stared wide-eyed at the strange phenomenon of the bright moon rising over the sea.

Li Xiaoman was also there. She stood up, looked ahead, and her expression changed slightly.

Hua Yunfei seemed to be deep in thought and wanted to stop him, but ultimately did not make a move.

Ye Fan was indeed shocked. The difference in their current reputations was like heaven and earth. Ji Haoyue, who was revered as a divine body, had attacked him, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

The moonlight, like water, arrived in an instant and stopped in front of Ye Fan, but did not fall.

Ji Haoyue, like a god, had nine halos swirling above her head as she stared at Ye Fan with sharp eyes.

Beside her, Ji Ziyue let out a long sigh and called out, "Brother Haoyue, what are you doing? Stop it! He's just a minor cultivator in the Sea of ​​Wheels Secret Realm. Why are you using strange phenomena to test him?"

The others suddenly realized that Ji Haoyue really intended to use the "Rising Moon Over the Sea" technique to kill this unknown young man.

Hua Yunfei stepped forward and said, "Brother Haoyue, quickly put away your strange phenomena. You are a divine being, there is no need to use this to intimidate Brother Ye."

"Do you really think I was testing him?"

Ji Haoyue didn't turn around, staring at Ye Fan with a solemn expression. "I was indeed using an unusual phenomenon to suppress him, but it was blocked; the moonlight didn't fall!"

"What?!"

Behind them, everyone's face changed color.

Above Ji Haoyue's head, the bright moon gently turned, and a sliver of moonlight flowed down like ripples of water, rushing towards Ye Fan.

However, just like before, the moonlight, as clear as water, stopped in front of Ye Fan and did not fall, as if it was blocked.

The moon disc trembled, and large swaths of pure white feathers fell down, each one shimmering, with a faint clanging sound emanating from them.

Yet, as before, the pure white moonlight remained fixed there, unable to fall.

"Clang clang clang!!"

The bright moon trembled again, and the moon blade shot out like a beam, which Ji Haoyue used to strike down.

"elder brother!"

Ji Ziyue screamed, but her body was frozen in place, and she was unable to stop her.

Hua Yunfei's expression changed. He had fought Ji Haoyue before and naturally knew the power of this blade.

But what happened before their eyes left everyone speechless.

The moon blade, as sharp as light and lightning, was unable to cut through Ye Fan. Although it pressed down and was about to reach Ye Fan, it was still blocked.

Now, everyone looked shocked.

Why is this happening?

All eyes were fixed on Ye Fan, and they all showed expressions of surprise and confusion.

The bright moon above Ji Haoyue's head trembled and slowly rotated, while the blue sea behind him surged and the waves crashed into the sky, once again sweeping towards Ye Fan.

At this moment, Ye Fan felt very strange.

The golden sea of ​​suffering within him was surging, and purple lightning was intertwining, trying to break free, but he couldn't; he didn't know how to guide it.

However, a mysterious force overflowed, blocking the other party's strange phenomenon.

The azure water surged close, capable of uprooting mountains and splitting the earth, and could even suppress everything, leaving powerful cultivators of the three secret realms feeling as if they were trapped in a quagmire.

However, the blue sea did not imprison Ye Fan, but instead pinned him in front of it. The raging waves subsided, the storm subsided, and the sea became calm in an instant.

At that very moment, the bright moon slowly sank below the horizon.

This is the most powerful trump card of the "Moon Rising Over the Sea" phenomenon.

The bright moon sank, shining like jade, its gentle light like shattered crystals falling down, or like colorful glass refracting light.

Ye Fan's body ached terribly, as if he were about to be shattered to pieces. Endless radiance showered down, freezing him in place, making it impossible for him to move.

The bright moon slowly but powerfully pressed down, trying to tear his body apart and shatter his soul.

He was unwilling to accept this, as his Holy Body was not yet fully cultivated, and he naturally could not resist the Divine Body that had cultivated three secret realms.