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

Chapter 76 Peacock King: Nangong Zheng, what do you think?

(I thought about it in the previous chapter and changed the name of the Creation Ship after it was forged. Since it has been reforged and has reached the other shore, let's call it the Ship of the Other Shore!)

boom!!!

Inside the Ship of the Other Shore, the eighty-one miniature star-like phantoms suddenly burst forth with dazzling light. Each one was like a real ancient star burning, and the transparent flame patterns instantly surged, transforming into towering flame runes that enveloped the entire ship.

That flame was no ordinary flame, but a celestial flame that had existed for countless millennia in the tenth layer of the Fire Domain.

At this moment, it was fully revived, and the flames illuminated the deepest darkness of the entire fire domain.

"Walk!"

With a slight thought from Li Qingshan, the boat on the other shore trembled gently.

Without a deafening sound or a roar that tore through the void, the entire ship vanished into thin air, as if it had never existed at all.

The instant it disappeared, an indescribable, terrifying pressure erupted from the deepest part of the fire domain.

hum! ! !

The pressure was so intense that it could not be described as "like the sky collapsing," but rather as if the heavens were truly collapsing and all things were wailing.

It traversed ten layers of fire domains, sweeping across like an invisible tsunami. Wherever it passed, the flames that had burned for countless millennia all paused, as if bowing down to some higher being.

Then, it swept its gaze across the densely packed crowd surrounding the fire domain.

The outer edge of the fire zone.

Thousands of cultivators craned their necks to peer inside, their voices rising and falling in unison.

"Why is there still no movement? Peacock King and the others have been inside for so long."

"Could they have actually managed to steal the immortal ship?!"

As they were talking, several figures sped over from the depths of the fire domain.

The first one was none other than the Peacock King, but at this moment his face was terribly gloomy, and the blue seal on his head was covered with fine cracks and its spiritual light was dim, clearly indicating that he had suffered a serious injury.

Following closely behind, Nangong Zheng was as pale as paper, with shocking bloodstains remaining at the corners of his mouth. His snow-white hair was disheveled and messy, showing no trace of his previous composure and ethereal demeanor.

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang and the Holy Lord of Ji Family were in even worse condition. Their robes were burned with more than a dozen holes, revealing their charred skin underneath, and their auras were extremely weak.

Only the old woman at the very back was in slightly better condition, her steps still relatively unhurried as she leaned on her wooden cane.

But the wooden staff that had been with her for many years was now dim and had several small cracks on its surface.

"Hiss, it failed—"

Someone whispered, their voice filled with indescribable, complex emotions.

"If even they can't get in, we have no chance at all."

"Let's go, let's go, stop standing here staring blankly."

"Wait, look! The phantom of the celestial ship has vanished!"

The crowd began to stir, and everyone looked up.

boom!!!

An unimaginable pressure erupted from the deepest part of the fire domain without warning.

The intensity of that oppressive aura was beyond the comprehension of anyone present.

It's not directed at any particular person, or even at this space, but rather a natural sense of presence, like the presence of a vast ocean to an ant.

But this mere "presence" was enough to make thousands of cultivators grunt in unison.

Those whose cultivation level was below the Four Extremes Secret Realm collapsed to the ground, bleeding from their mouths and noses, unable to even let out a scream.

The cultivators of the Four Extremes Secret Realm were also pale-faced and trembling all over. They desperately tried to circulate their magic power to resist, but found that their magic power was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, and they could not mobilize it at all.

The elders of various factions on the first level of Sendai were not having an easy time either. They felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on their shoulders, and the pressure was so heavy that it was difficult for them to even stand up.

As for those holy lord-level figures, because they are closer—

The Peacock King's expression changed drastically, and he swayed as he tried to retreat, only to find that his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

The already cracked blue seal let out a mournful cry of despair, the cracks spreading at a visible speed, and finally exploded with a "bang," turning into a rain of blue light that filled the sky.

The Peacock King was struck as if by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He was swept up by the oppressive force and thrown outwards like a leaf in a raging storm.

Nangong Zheng was in an even worse situation than him.

He desperately channeled his magic power, causing the ancient tree shadows beneath his feet to grow wildly in an attempt to stabilize himself.

But as soon as the ancient tree phantom appeared, it was lightly touched by the pressure. It was really just a light touch, like a giant accidentally brushing against a blade of grass while walking.

boom!

The ancient tree phantom instantly exploded into a sky full of emerald light, disappearing completely.

Nangong Zheng's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He was then swept up and thrown outwards.

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang and the Holy Lord of the Ji family fared even worse. Before they could even react, they were blown away by the oppressive force, their robes shattered, revealing their charred bodies underneath.

The old woman from the Purple Mansion was the quickest to react.

The moment that oppressive aura struck, the wooden staff in her hand burst forth with dazzling purple light, transforming into a light barrier that protected her.

But the light barrier only lasted for less than a breath before it shattered with a crash.

The old woman groaned, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and was also swept up and thrown outwards.

As for the ordinary cultivators, things were in complete chaos.

Some people were so overwhelmed by the pressure that they collapsed to the ground.

Some people desperately tried to use their supernatural powers to escape, only to find that they couldn't use them at all.

Many people simply stared blankly into the depths of the fire domain, their eyes filled with fear and confusion.

The feeling was like a group of ants gazing up at the sky, and then the sky suddenly cracked open, revealing the indescribable vastness behind it.

It wasn't anger, it wasn't murderous intent, it wasn't even deliberate targeting.

It was just a glance.

Or perhaps it was just a gust of wind that the thing unintentionally stirred up when it left.

In this way, thousands of cultivators on the outskirts of the Fire Domain, from ordinary disciples of the Four Extremes Secret Realm to Saint Lord-level figures at the second level of the Immortal Platform, were all swept up by that invisible force and thrown away in all directions like dust being swept away.

No one can resist.

No one could maintain their balance.

Before that power, so-called holy lords, great powers, and kings are no different from ants.

In the instant they were thrown into the air, those who still had the strength to turn around witnessed a scene they would never forget.

From the deepest part of the Fire Domain, a dark golden light shot into the sky.

The light was so intense that it illuminated the entire sky above the fiery domain, making even the sun, moon, and stars appear dim in comparison.

Amidst the light, a massive ship was soaring through the air.

The boat is entirely dark gold, with the phantom images of eighty-one stars flowing across its surface. Each star is slowly rotating, and with each rotation, a visible ring of Dao patterns spreads outward.

Transparent flames coiled around the hull, and wherever the flames passed, the void dissolved directly, turning into the most primordial nothingness.

What's even more terrifying is the feeling the boat itself evokes.

It is not an object, nor a magic weapon, but an "existence".

An existence with life, will, and self.

The moment it burst forth from the depths of the fiery domain, eighty-one illusory stars shone simultaneously, causing the entire sky to tremble as if paying homage to it.

A transparent flame trailed behind it for thousands of miles. Wherever the flame passed, the void melted, chaos surged, stars dimmed, and the Great Dao retreated.

Then, it disappeared into the horizon.

Incredibly fast.

It was as if it never belonged to this place, but was just passing by and glanced at.

Until the light completely disappeared, until the terrifying pressure finally dissipated.

Thousands of cultivators fell from the sky, landing scattered on the ground.

Wails and groans rose and fell, but there was mostly a deathly silence.

The Peacock King stood on a giant rock, his face as pale as paper, with traces of blood still remaining at the corner of his mouth.

He stared in the direction where the boat had disappeared, his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

That legendary weapon that had accompanied him in battles for hundreds of years was destroyed just like that.

The difference is too big!

Nangong Zheng landed not far from him, his face equally grim.

He fared even worse than the Peacock King; the ancient tree phenomenon that was connected to his mind was completely shattered, causing him considerable backlash.

But he couldn't care less about healing his wounds at the moment; he just stared blankly in that direction, his eyes filled with a complex light.

"Nangong Zheng, what do you think?"

The Peacock King asked in a deep voice.

Nangong Zheng remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "I have never seen the aura of that ship before. If I am not mistaken, its grade is probably more than just an Imperial Artifact—"

He didn't finish his sentence, but the Peacock King already understood.

How low could the grade of something be to render thousands of cultivators present powerless?

"That's enough."

The Peacock King took a deep breath, suppressing his resentment. "Since that thing left on its own, it is no longer ours to possess; we cannot force it!"

After saying that, he said no more, and with a flicker of his body, he transformed into a streak of azure light and disappeared into the distant sky.

Nangong Zheng stood there, gazing in the direction where the boat had disappeared, remaining silent for a long time.

The moment the boat appeared, the hairs on his body stood on end.

It wasn't because of the terrifying imperial aura, but because for that instant, he clearly felt that the ship was "looking" at him.

It's not an illusion.

That ship was watching him.

Like a living thing, it rushed out from the depths of the fire domain, glanced at him casually, and then ignored him, disappearing into the void.

"Was that ship alive?"

Nangong Zheng muttered to himself, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He recalled the legend of the immortal fire in the Fire Domain, which had existed for countless millennia and had once burned and killed beings that were suspected to be "immortals".

If that immortal fire truly gave birth to something, what level would that thing be?

Imperial artifact?

No, he had seen imperial artifacts before. He had sensed the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron of the Yao Guang Holy Land and the Void Mirror of the Ji family from afar.

Although those imperial artifacts were terrifying, they were ultimately not as terrifying as the feeling he had just experienced from that fleeting glimpse when they were close by.

Moreover, that ship was clearly moving on its own, observing itself, and making its own choices.

From beginning to end, no one was controlling it.

It is the "master" itself!

"Celestial Artifact————"

Nangong Zheng managed to utter two words, his voice trembling without him even realizing it.

Legendary celestial artifacts possess spirit and autonomy, unleashing unparalleled power without human intervention. They can even choose their own master, or remain untouched by anyone.

If that ship is truly the legendary magical artifact—

What did that glance it gave you just now mean?

Is it a warning, or disdain?

Or is it simply an observation?

Nangong Zheng couldn't understand it, nor did he dare to think about it too deeply.

All he knew was that, in that instant, he felt like an ant being glanced at by a passing giant.

The giant did nothing, merely glanced at it, and then continued on its way.

But that was enough for him to remember for the rest of his life.

Let's go!

Nangong Zheng took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart. The phantom of an ancient tree appeared beneath his feet, carrying him away.

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang and the Holy Lord of the Ji family also left, their expressions not very good.

"Ugh!"

The old woman from the Purple Mansion muttered something to herself, then leaned on her wooden cane and slowly walked away into the distance.

He left behind thousands of cultivators looking at each other, unsure of what expression to make.

It is countless miles away from the fire domain.

In the endless void, the boat to the other shore sails across.

The boat is entirely dark gold, with eighty-one miniature star-like phantoms slowly flowing across its surface, and transparent flame patterns swirling around it. The surrounding space and time no longer exist, and the Great Dao is difficult to manifest, making it a place beyond the world.

Li Qingshan sat cross-legged inside the boat, experiencing the various mysteries brought by this newly forged imperial vessel.

With a single thought, a boat can travel millions of miles.

With another thought, one can traverse the vast universe and reach the other shore.

Its speed far exceeded the limits of ordinary supreme beings' ability to cross, and it was surprisingly stable. Sitting inside, one could not feel any turbulence at all, as secure as sitting under the old locust tree in one's own yard.

Even more astonishing is the ship's destructive power.

With a slight thought, the transparent flames rose from the surface of the boat, and runes filled the sky.

That was no ordinary fire, but a strange existence dominated by celestial fire, born from nothingness and returning to nothingness.

Wherever the flames passed, the void was "vanished" as if it had never existed, returning to its most primordial state of chaos.

As the flames flickered, faint, fine runes could be seen, which transformed into chains of divine laws that shattered and dissolved in the flames, turning into nothingness.

Above the Eastern Wilderness, the laws of heaven and earth, spanning tens of thousands of miles, cried out in unison.

The celestial fire trembled slightly, yet it shattered the rules and order of this world.

In the void, visible Dao traces appeared, only to break apart inch by inch under the illumination of the transparent flames.

In the sky, the phantom images of the sun, moon, and stars appeared simultaneously, and then dimmed at the same instant.

That is a sign that the Great Way is being suppressed and the secrets of Heaven are being obscured!

Even more terrifying is that wherever the flames spread, the passage of time became disordered.

Outside the flames, fragments of time flickered, occasionally reflecting blurry images of the past and future, which vanished in an instant.

The boat on the other shore floated silently, with a hazy halo of transparent flames forming around it.

The halo appeared soft, as if it could dissipate with a gentle breath.

But within the area enveloped by that halo, all things are silent, and all phenomena are empty.

Nothing could exist in that area; it wasn't destroyed, but simply "didn't exist."

Even the space itself was burned to ashes, leaving only absolute nothingness, pitch black as ink, deep and bottomless.

Within that void, chaotic energy surged forth, was swallowed by the flames, and transformed into primal energy, nourishing the ship.

The entire ship was like a living being swallowing the heavens and earth. With each breath, large swathes of emptiness were burned into nothingness, and large swathes of chaos were transformed into energy, endlessly repeating the cycle.

"A semi-divine artifact, its power far surpasses that of ordinary imperial artifacts!"

Li Qingshan nodded in satisfaction.

Given his current perspective, he has the confidence to say such a thing.

He had seen and sensed many imperial artifacts in the world of Shrouding the Heavens.

Dragon-patterned Black Gold Cauldron, Void Mirror, Eternal Universe Furnace, Western Emperor Tower —

These imperial artifacts each have their own unique features, but when it comes to combining offense and defense, traversing all laws, and suppressing all heavens, none can compare to the Other Shore Ark in his hand.

The reason is simple: the materials are too luxurious.

Purple Extreme Immortal Gold, Dao Tribulation Gold, and Eternal Blue Gold—three kinds of immortal gold—were fused together in one furnace, along with an immortal fire that had existed for countless millennia as the core power source.

This configuration is probably unique in the entire history of the novel "Covering the Sky".

The only pity is————