Covering the Sky: Starting from Incarnation in the Forbidden Zone of Life

Chapter 8 Slaughtering the Holy Spirit, Confrontation in the Forbidden Zone

The chains of divine order descended, causing the Holy Spirit Platform, born from the sea of ​​fire, to emit a dazzling light and unleash various forbidden secret techniques, roaring incessantly yet unable to escape.

Deep within the ruins, Yu Dao, standing with his hands behind his back, calmly watched him struggle.

He opened his eyes with the Supreme Heavenly Eye, and through the collisions between the Order Divine Chain and the Fire Spirit Silent Flame, he saw through him almost completely from the inside out.

"The five secret realms are truly mysterious and unfathomable."

Yu sighed.

He had seen Holy Spirits in the Immortal Realm, but they were completely different from those in this world.

Perhaps it was because the Desolate Emperor engraved his own Dao into the root of the universe of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths that the Holy Spirits born in this era naturally gave birth to the Five Great Secret Realms. When they reached the Great Perfection, the Five Great Secret Realms were connected and unified. Once born, they were supreme beings in the Nine Heavens, only one final leap away from proving the Dao and becoming emperors.

Yu Dao is now attempting to unify the three lineages and rebuild based on the Secret Realm Method. Although the five great secret realms of the Holy Spirit, which were nurtured by heaven and earth, are not as amazing as the scriptures of ancient emperors, primordial emperors, and mythical celestial beings that he obtained from the spiritual imprints before, their natural and straightforward display has given him great inspiration.

"It's time to end this."

Looking at the still struggling Fire Spirit Ji Yan, Yu Dao shook his head slightly.

Back when the Darkness crossed the sea, although he was still in the realm of humanity and not the main force of the Immortal Realm in fighting against the Darkness, he still fought to the point of madness, battling more than one Dark Supreme, including one who was close to an Immortal.

This unprecedented great battle in the Immortal Realm resulted in the fall of countless beings and the destruction of numerous ancient realms. However, those who survived the most terrifying upheaval in ancient history were all capable of standing out among their peers.

Even in his current state, a Great Perfection Saint who has never truly stepped into the realm of the ultimate path is not taken seriously by Yu Dao.

The reason I got entangled with him was simply to experience the mysteries of the five secret realms more deeply.

With that thought in mind, he took a step forward.

His figure immediately became visible to the outside world.

…………

Black mist surged above Huntianling.

"Um?"

The numerous onlookers, including the supreme beings of the forbidden zone, almost simultaneously sensed the change—

A figure emerged from the depths of the ruins!

He was a man whose exact age was impossible to discern. His posture remained upright, his shoulders and back as straight as a pine tree, yet his gait exuded a composure and slowness that could only come from the accumulation of countless years. Each step was unhurried, as if he were measuring time itself.

He wore a tattered, ancient-style battle robe. The hem was worn beyond recognition, covered with dried black bloodstains and unrecognizable scratches. The bloodstains had been there for far too long, becoming one with the fabric, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was the enemy's or his own. In some places, armor plates were faintly visible, now reduced to bare, loose threads, telling the story of the horrific battle that had taken place.

Her hair was long, cascading down her back. It was no longer pure black, but a dull gray and white, as if it had been repeatedly dyed by time, losing all its luster. A few strands of hair fell over her shoulders, swaying gently with each step, each movement carrying an indescribable heaviness.

He stood there in the void of Huntian Ridge. There was no divine light or strange phenomenon around him, and even the Dao aura that one would expect from a cultivator could not be sensed. The wind blew past him, lifting his long gray hair and tattered clothes. At that moment, he resembled an old pine tree rooted in a cliff, standing tall despite countless winds and rains, his body etched with the marks of time.

"They've finally shown up..."

"This is the master of Huntian Ridge? He looks like an ancient corpse that has emerged from the eternal burial pit of the underworld."

"His condition is very abnormal. His vital energy and blood have declined to such an extent that he should have passed away long ago, yet he is still alive. This person is probably older than we imagined."

"Could they really be survivors from the Chaotic Ancient Era? That would be tens of thousands of years ago."

In the forbidden zone of life, ancient wills intertwined and collided, their voices echoing in the void. Some were indifferent, some scrutinizing, and some slightly furrowed brows. They had seen Yu Dao's appearance and sensed his state, which only made him more enigmatic. The fact that someone whose life force was waning and who seemed to be on the verge of death could survive in this world was the greatest mystery in itself.

Yu Dao raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the supreme wills deep within those distant forbidden zones before returning to the Fire Spirit Ji Yan, which was still struggling madly within the chains of divine order.

"You." Huo Lingji Yan looked up and saw the figure emerging from the ruins, his pupils contracting sharply.

In the previous exchange of blows from a distance, he only sensed the aura of the Supreme Dao. Now, having truly seen Yu Dao's true form, he finally understood the source of that instinctive tremor. It wasn't a crushing defeat in terms of power, but something much deeper.

The fundamental difference in life.

Ordinary iron meets celestial gold, fireflies meet the bright moon!

He went mad, recklessly burning the last of his Holy Spirit essence, his body radiating blinding white light. A final gamble, the culmination of his life's cultivation—endless light, endless heat, endless fire. The blazing white flames shone like the sun, as if igniting the entire starry sea.

He roared and howled, unleashing all the forbidden secret techniques he had ever used, trying to break free of his restraints at the last moment.

But it was all in vain.

Yu Dao raised his right hand and gently pressed it down.

The hand was long and withered, its skin clinging to its bones, bearing the faint marks of time. When it pressed down, the entire world seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand. The void solidified, time stood still, even the chaos ceased its churning. In the pupils of the fiery spirit, the hand magnified, obscuring the sky, the earth, and all hope.

"No!"

The short, agonizing scream abruptly stopped.

A colossal hand swept across the battlefield. Before this hand, seemingly capable of creating the universe, Fire Spirit Silent Flame was utterly crushed and killed!

His body shattered inch by inch, and five-colored divine blood splattered everywhere.

Fragments of the Holy Spirit transformed into a shower of light that drifted across the sky above Huntian Ridge, dazzling and beautiful, like millions of meteors falling simultaneously.

A Great Perfection Holy Spirit, nurtured for countless years, roamed the ancient era, but was ultimately annihilated by a single palm strike, with even its primordial spirit unable to escape.

Wow!

Blood rained down from the heavens and earth.

Crimson rain of blood shrouded the northern part of the Eastern Wilderness, covering the mountains and rivers within a million miles of Huntian Ridge. Gods wept, ghosts howled, and all sorts of strange phenomena appeared between heaven and earth. Crimson cracks appeared in the sky, from which mournful cries emanated, as if heaven and earth themselves were weeping for the fall of the Great Perfection Holy Spirit, who embodied all creation.

The rain of blood came suddenly and disappeared just as quickly. All cultivators within a radius of tens of millions of miles witnessed this scene, and everyone knew that a Great Perfection Saint Spirit had fallen!

The supreme beings watching all frowned slightly. The ancient person in front of them, who seemed to come from the Chaotic Ancient Era, looked withered and depleted, having declined to the extreme with the passage of time, yet his moves were so fierce and swift, killing a Great Perfection Saint Spirit with a single palm strike without the slightest hesitation.

The ruthlessness and decisiveness are not deliberate acts of tyranny, but rather instincts ingrained in one's very being, born from countless battles fought through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"Such domineering methods." In the Primordial Ancient Mine, a Supreme Being snorted coldly in a low voice.

"His path is different from everything we know. It doesn't belong to the laws of this era." The voice of the Eternal Celestial Venerable echoed from the Immortal Tomb, carrying an undisguised sigh. "The Chaotic Ancient Era, the era of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor. Could he truly have come from that era?"

Yu Dao ignored the voices. He clenched his right hand, and the essence of the primordial spirit and the origin of the Holy Spirit left behind after the Fire Spirit Ji Yan was annihilated condensed in his palm, instantly transforming into a crystal-clear primordial spirit bead. The bead was no larger than a pigeon's egg, yet it contained the life's fruition and vitality of a Great Perfection Holy Spirit, radiating a warm light, beautiful like a luminous pearl, yet exuding a deadly danger.

Holding the Yuan Shen Pearl, he casually put it into his sleeve and slowly raised his head.

His gaze pierced the black mist of Hun Tian Ridge, crossed the mountains and rivers of the ancient Big Dipper, and looked towards the directions of forbidden zones of life. Divine Ruins, Immortal Tombs, Undying Mountain, Primordial Ancient Mine, Sea of ​​Reincarnation, and the Heavens—deep within each forbidden zone, one or more ancient wills watched him. Those wills were either cold, indifferent, suppressing madness, or filled with curiosity and scrutiny.

Throughout history, no one has ever dared to simultaneously confront all forbidden zones in this way.

Yu did it, and did it as a matter of course.

"A million autumns have passed in a single sleep, stars have fallen and the moon has withered, where shall I wander now? Awakening from my dream, I find myself a stranger. Looking back, the mountains and rivers have changed, and all my old friends have decayed."

He stood with his hands behind his back on the ruins, his long gray hair fluttering in the wind. His eyes reflected the vast black mist and the distant forbidden zone. His voice was soft, as if he were talking to himself, or as if he were questioning the heavens and earth.

Where are my comrades who fought and bled back then? How many years have passed since that devastating, dark crossing of the sea?

For a moment, the world was completely silent.

The gazes cast from the depths of the forbidden zone grew even more obscure and unfathomable. No one spoke, no one responded. Yet, the weight in those gazes was far greater than before.

Yu Dao waited for a moment, but seeing no one respond, he didn't mind. He stood with his hands behind his back in the void, his long gray hair fluttering gently in the wind, and his tattered ancient battle robe rustling in the wind.

The calm voice rang out again, spreading throughout the heavens and the earth, reaching the ears of every supreme being in every forbidden zone.

"Since you've all been watching for so long, why don't you show yourselves?"