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

Chapter 75: Merging Immortal Fire, Refining the Immortal Boat, Finally Reaching the Other Shore!

The Peacock King stopped in his tracks, his demonic energy surging, transforming into a large, misty blue seal that hovered above his head.

The seal was no bigger than the palm of a hand, yet it exuded a heavy aura that could crush the void, and beams of azure light descended, keeping the surrounding blazing white flames at bay.

"Gentlemen, if that thing really is being nurtured on the tenth floor, if we proceed at this slow pace, by the time we arrive, it will be too late!"

The Peacock King glanced back at the group behind him, his tone tinged with arrogance, "I'll go first and scout the way for you all."

As soon as he finished speaking, the blue mark on his head suddenly enlarged, turning into the size of a small mountain, and crashed forward with a bang.

The blazing white flames were torn open by the impact, and the Peacock King flashed into the depths of the sixth level.

"The Peacock King's temper is still as fiery and impatient as ever."

Nangong Zheng smiled and gently shook the new shoot in his hand.

In an instant, the phantom of a towering ancient tree rose from beneath his feet, its branches gnarled and twisted, its leaves verdant and scattering dappled light.

Wherever the emerald light passed, the blazing white flames were forced back several feet, as if they had encountered some kind of nemesis.

Nangong Zheng stood with his hands behind his back on an ancient tree, his white hair as white as snow and his clothes fluttering. He calmly and unhurriedly drifted towards the depths of the sixth level, his demeanor indescribably elegant and otherworldly.

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang and the Holy Lord of Ji exchanged a glance, said no more, and each summoned their protective treasures and gave chase.

The old woman from the Purple Mansion leaned on her wooden cane, her cloudy old eyes sweeping across the front before she vanished into the flames.

The seemingly ordinary wooden staff paused slightly, and the surrounding blazing white flames were as if separated by an invisible barrier, unable to get any closer to her.

"This fine stuff should rightfully belong to me, the Peacock King!"

From the depths of the sixth level, the Peacock King's voice boomed, filled with undisguised determination.

"King Peacock, you are mistaken. This object has not yet fully appeared in the world and should be considered ownerless. Since it is ownerless, it should naturally belong to a virtuous person!"

Nangong Zheng's voice followed closely behind, still calm and gentle, yet subtly revealing a hint of sharpness.

"A virtuous person? You, Nangong Zheng, are considered a virtuous person?"

The Peacock King laughed heartily, "Your appearance... you must have been picked up from the Bronze Immortal Palace!"

"What was picked up is naturally virtuous!"

Nangong Zheng was not annoyed at all, and his tone remained calm, "It's better than some people not even having anything to pick up."

The two exchanged verbal sparring, but their feet never stopped moving as they used their respective skills to rush deeper into the flames.

The blue seal on the Peacock King's head kept expanding and shrinking, and each time it expanded, it opened up a passage.

The ancient tree phantom beneath Nangong Zheng's feet became increasingly solid, and as the leaves swayed, the emerald light that fell from it forced the blazing white flames to retreat step by step.

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang and the Holy Lord of the Ji family followed behind, neither of them speaking, but their eyes were filled with solemnity.

These two, one a supreme expert of the demon race and the other a legendary figure of the human race, were indeed astonishing in their abilities.

Especially Nangong Zheng, who is said to have just escaped from the Bronze Immortal Palace, is still in such a state, which is truly unfathomable.

Just as the group was about to break through to the boundary between the six levels, each displaying their unique abilities, they were about to enter the boundary between the six levels.

boom!!!

An indescribable, terrifying heatwave erupted from the deepest part of the fire domain without warning.

The heat wave was not an ordinary flame, but a nearly transparent radiant flame with countless illuminated runes.

Wherever it passed, the already blazing white flames on the sixth floor were instantly suppressed and scattered, like boiling water poured on snow.

Immediately afterwards, the overall power of the flames on the sixth floor suddenly increased several times!

The azure seal atop the Peacock King's head trembled violently, and the cascading azure light shook wildly, forced to shrink inward by more than a foot by the surging flames.

"What?!"

The Peacock King's expression changed drastically. He quickly formed hand seals, and his demonic energy surged out, frantically pouring into the blue seal above his head.

The blue seal enlarged again, and the cascading light blazed brightly once more, barely managing to stabilize.

But before he could catch his breath, another wave of heat surged in, this time even stronger than before. The azure seal creaked under the weight, and fine cracks could be seen spreading across its surface.

"Damn it!"

The Peacock King cursed angrily, no longer caring about the immortal boat, and turned to rush towards the outer edge of the seventh floor.

On the other side, the phantom of the towering ancient tree at Nangong Zheng's feet shook violently, its leaves falling in large swaths, and the scattered emerald light was compressed into a thin layer, clinging to his body only three inches away.

His face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, but he forced it back down.

"Walk!"

Nangong Zheng let out a low shout, and the ancient tree phantom instantly exploded, turning into countless green lights that enveloped him, and he shot outwards like a meteor.

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang and the Holy Lord of the Ji family were even more despicable.

Their protective treasures were on the verge of shattering when the third wave of heat hit, and they could only desperately try to escape. Their clothes were charred black, and they no longer had any semblance of the Holy Lord's demeanor.

The old woman from the Purple Mansion leaned on her wooden cane, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her cloudy old eyes.

Unlike the other four, she didn't try to withstand the heat; instead, she withdrew the moment the heatwave hit her.

The seemingly ordinary wooden staff paused gently, and a soft force carried her away. Although she was somewhat disheveled, she was much more composed than the four people.

"Bang!"

Peacock King was the first to rush out of the sixth floor and land back on the fifth floor, staggering a few steps before regaining his balance.

He looked down at the blue mark above his head, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

The legendary weapon that had followed him in battle for hundreds of years was now covered with fine cracks, its spiritual power greatly diminished, and it would probably be unusable for a while.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

The Peacock King cursed three times and punched a nearby boulder, smashing it to pieces.

Immediately afterward, Nangong Zheng also rushed out.

His white hair was disheveled, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper; there was no trace of the composure he had just displayed.

"That thing—it seems to be nearing completion of its transformation!"

Nangong Zheng gasped for breath, his eyes filled with deep apprehension, "That immortal flame is raging!"

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang and the Holy Lord of the Ji family rushed out afterward. The two were even more disheveled than the Peacock King and Nangong Zheng. Several holes were burned in their robes, revealing their charred skin underneath.

"How did this fire domain suddenly become—"

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang could not continue speaking after only half of his sentence.

Everyone stared at the entrance to the sixth floor with grim expressions.

At the entrance, transparent flames were slowly circulating, emanating a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.

The aura was so strong that even getting closer to them, let alone going deeper, made them feel a chill.

"Are we going in or not?"

The Holy Lord of the Ji family uttered three words with difficulty.

No one answered him.

Enter?

How do I get in?

If we can't even get into the sixth floor, let alone the seventh, eighth, ninth, or even tenth floor.

The Peacock King stared at the entrance to the seventh floor for a long time with a gloomy face, finally gritting his teeth and saying, "If we can't get in, we can't get in. What's the use of staying here and just staring blankly?"

After saying that, he flew towards the outer edge of the fire domain without looking back.

Nangong Zheng stood still, gazing into the depths of the sixth floor, remaining silent for a long time.

He had a vague feeling that what was transforming was probably far more astonishing than they had previously anticipated.

But for now, all we can do is wait.

Wait for that thing to come out on its own, or wait for the fire domain to return to calm.

He shook his head and turned to fly towards the outer perimeter.

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang and the Holy Lord of the Ji family exchanged a glance and then left.

Only the old woman from the Purple Mansion stood there, leaning on her wooden cane, a thoughtful glint in her cloudy old eyes.

She glanced into the depths of the fire domain, then looked away and slowly walked towards the outer perimeter.

The gait was exactly the same as when it came.

The tenth level of the Fire Domain.

The transparent flame had thinned considerably, leaving only a thin layer still burning, within which a cluster of mysterious runes flowed.

Li Qingshan sat cross-legged in the void, with all 3.6 million particles around him glowing. The 1.23 million illuminated particles were even more dazzling, like 1.23 million suns, slowly circulating within his body.

The Ship of Creation is now completely different from what it was a few months ago.

The hull was no longer a chaotic and mottled color, but instead presented a deep dark gold, with a faint transparent halo flowing across its surface.

The source of that halo was the completely solidified star-like phantoms inside the ship's hull.

The eighty-one illusory star images had now completely solidified, transforming into eighty-one truly miniature stars, slowly rotating inside the ship along some mysterious trajectory.

Between each star, there are transparent flame patterns that connect them. These patterns are like living things, slowly moving and flowing endlessly, connecting the eighty-one stars into a whole.

The interior of the entire boat seemed to be evolving into a miniature starry universe.

Most astonishingly, the source of those transparent flame patterns is the immortal fire that has existed for countless millennia in the tenth layer of the Fire Domain!

At this moment, the last wisp of immortal fire rune slowly drifted in from all around and disappeared into the hull of the boat.

The moment the last wisp of immortal fire was absorbed.

hum! ! !

The ship of creation suddenly trembled.

An indescribable terrifying aura suddenly erupted from inside the ship!

The aura was ancient and vast, possessing the weight of suppressing eternity, the transcendence of traversing the sea of ​​suffering, and a faint, almost otherworldly, immortal charm.

Diwei!

The Emperor's Majesty, imbued with the spirit of immortals!

The moment this imperial might appeared, the remaining, faint, transparent flames on the tenth level of the Fire Domain trembled in unison, then, as if having completed their mission, were completely extinguished.

The tenth level of the Fire Domain, which had existed for countless millennia, was thus plunged into darkness.

The dark golden ship hovered silently in the darkness, its body radiating a faint imperial aura, like a sleeping emperor awaiting its master's summons.

Li Qingshan opened his eyes, looked at the transformed Creation Ship in front of him, and a smile appeared on his lips.

He raised his right hand and made a gentle gesture.

The Ship of Creation shrank instantly, becoming the size of a palm, and floated lightly into his palm.

It felt cool to the touch and heavy. The eighty-one miniature star-like images on the surface of the boat slowly rotated, with transparent flame patterns moving within them, making it as beautiful as a work of art.

But Li Qingshan knew that this small boat was now a true imperial vessel.

It combines offense and defense, traverses the void, crosses the sea of ​​suffering, and suppresses all laws.

He preserved the original concept of the Creation Ship, and incorporated immortal materials such as Purple Extreme Immortal Gold, Dao Tribulation Gold, and Eternal Blue Gold. Finally, he added the immortal fire that had existed for countless millennia as the core power source.

At this moment, the Creation Ship, in terms of power, has surpassed the vast majority of imperial artifacts in the Shrouding the Heavens universe.

"By fusing celestial fire and refining the celestial vessel, this ship has finally come to be. The name 'Creation' is no longer appropriate; let us call it 'The Other Shore'!"

Li Qingshan weighed the small boat in his hand and nodded in satisfaction.

He held the small boat in his palm, and with a sweep of his divine sense, he sensed the dense crowd on the outer edge of the fire domain, as well as the Saint Lord-level figures who were fleeing in a sorry state.

Li Qingshan couldn't help but chuckle.

A bunch of minor cultivators, the strongest of whom is only at the second level of the Immortal Realm, not even a single Dao-Slaying King, yet they dare to mess with the Immortal Flame?

They're quite bold.

Unfortunately, they were unlucky. Just as he was refining the immortal fire, the fire trembled instinctively, and the one-hundred-millionth of its power that it released left these people covered in dust and dirt.

Especially Peacock King and Nangong Zheng, who were just fighting over who should own that thing on the sixth floor, were suddenly overwhelmed by the heat and ended up wetting themselves, which was quite funny.

"Alright, since you're so eager to see, then I'll let you take a look!"

Li Qingshan muttered to himself and tossed the small boat in front of him.

The small boat grew taller as it faced the wind, transforming into a hundred-zhang-long vessel in the blink of an eye. Its entire body was dark gold, with eighty-one illusory stars flowing across its surface and transparent flame patterns swirling within, creating a magnificent and awe-inspiring sight.

Li Qingshan stepped out and into the boat.