The Fire Province was vast and boundless.
Deep within the grasslands, master and disciple descended from the sky.
“Stay calm, don’t act recklessly,” Shi Hao warned, genuinely afraid that his master might impulsively try to open the bronze coffin, which could bring unpredictable dangers.
“Lead the way!” Qi Daolin’s words were concise, his expression stern. His golden daoist robes fluttered as the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art spontaneously activated.
Like arrows loosed from a bow, the two plunged deep into the earth, vanishing into endless darkness as they employed earth-walking techniques to descend rapidly.
Underground, silence reigned—a vast, hollow space. This was the enormous cavern Shi Hao had excavated after moving the Three-Life Copper Coffin here, buried countless miles beneath the surface, where not even a hand could be seen before one’s eyes.
The moment they approached, even someone as powerful as Qi Daolin felt his hairs stand on end. The old man’s beard and hair bristled, his daoist robes billowing with fierce winds as radiant divine light erupted around him.
An invisible domain formed around them, shielding both himself and Shi Hao as they stared ahead.
The underground world was illuminated. There lay nine crystalline skeletons embedded in the earth, alongside a massive bronze coffin covered in green rust, silent and unmoving.
“It really is… the Three-Life Copper Coffin!” Qi Daolin trembled as he reached out, step by step, his face filled with overwhelming emotion.
“Steady!” Shi Hao cautioned, his heart pounding. He couldn’t help but worry—had he unwittingly led the old daoist to his doom?
Qi Daolin stood there, layers of runes densely covering the area, lighting up the entire underground world, making everything clearly visible.
The nine dragon bones were pristine and translucent, while the bronze coffin bore the weight of ancient time, its surface etched with the marks of countless ages. Together, they formed an eerie and unsettling sight.
Faintly, as if from a distant past, the sounds of ancient sacrificial rites seemed to echo, mingled with the roar of endless slaughter like a tidal wave crashing upon them.
Shi Hao was astonished. When he had come here alone before, nothing like this had happened. Why was there such an abnormal reaction today, even before touching the coffin?
“Different people, different sights,” Qi Daolin murmured. Though his emotions surged, he hadn’t lost his rationality. A man of his profound cultivation wouldn’t make such a basic mistake.
Where was that mysterious flame? Shi Hao searched but found no trace of it.
“Master, back then, you pursued the Three-Life Copper Coffin at the cost of your life, leading to the decline of the Supreme Hall. Today, I too have seen it,” Qi Daolin said.
This was the first time he had spoken openly of his origins!
Shi Hao wasn’t surprised—he had long suspected that the master of the Supreme Dao Field was the last inheritor of the Supreme Hall, a lineage that had been opposed to the Immortal Palace since ancient times.
“Master, you said this coffin holds immense significance, that it comes from the Immortal Ancient Era and carries crucial information—perhaps even ties to our legacy. That’s why you sought it, hoping to open it. Now I stand before it, unsure if I can fulfill your wish,” Qi Daolin continued.
Shi Hao shuddered and quickly interjected, “Dao Master, don’t act rashly. If you wish to mourn, you can pay respects here, examine the coffin for any clues left by the old master. But don’t push yourself into a dead end.”
He had learned that the Three-Life Copper Coffin couldn’t truly be opened—doing so would invite calamity.
The master of the Supreme Hall, once peerlessly powerful, had suffered grievous injuries after opening the coffin, ultimately falling to the combined forces of the ancient beings from the Immortal Palace.
“I know,” Qi Daolin nodded. He wasn’t here to act recklessly.
As Qi Daolin drew closer, the bronze coffin began to glow, becoming translucent like jade, vastly different from before. It exuded an aura of immortality and overwhelming power!
“The stronger the person, the greater the backlash?” Shi Hao’s expression shifted. Perhaps only those beyond a certain threshold could withstand its radiance.
Qi Daolin’s heart trembled violently. Even someone as powerful as him staggered as he neared the coffin, his primordial spirit feeling as though a celestial blade pressed against it, threatening to cleave it apart.
“Incredible. Truly worthy of the Three-Life Copper Coffin, a sacred relic passed down from the Immortal Ancient Era,” Qi Daolin murmured.
**Hum!**
Qi Daolin’s body blazed with bone inscriptions as he unleashed the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art, merging multiple treasure techniques. His aura expanded boundlessly!
Above his head, stars flickered into existence, forming a river of constellations that rippled outward like the birth of a world. Around him, azure dragons soared through the heavens, phoenixes cried out in crimson splendor, and golden rocs spread their wings, casting endless radiance…
Shi Hao was awed. This display of power was terrifying—far surpassing the mere sum of individual techniques!
Yet the bronze coffin was no less extraordinary. Its rust vanished, the entire structure now crystalline, emitting an immortal light that shook Qi Daolin to his core.
“Am I about to face disaster? Will the aftershocks tear me apart?” Shi Hao muttered, regretting his decision to bring the old man here. This was far too reckless.
“Don’t worry. I know my limits—I won’t seek death,” Qi Daolin transmitted mentally, though his labored breathing betrayed the immense pressure he endured.
The stronger one was, the more severely the Three-Life Copper Coffin suppressed them.
Step by step, Qi Daolin advanced, his bone inscriptions burning as he pushed the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art to its limits. Finally, he reached the massive coffin and touched the smaller inner casket.
**Boom!**
Qi Daolin convulsed violently, coughing up blood, yet he refused to relent. With stubborn determination, he attempted to open the coffin.
“Dao Master, don’t force it! If you want to see, let me try. This is too dangerous!” Shi Hao shouted from behind.
“Different realms perceive different truths,” Qi Daolin insisted, shaking his head firmly. Only the pinnacle experts could uncover the ultimate secrets.
His body swayed, on the verge of collapse, yet he reached out and pried open a corner!
At that moment, immortal hymns thundered from the gap, shaking Qi Daolin violently. Blood gushed from his mouth.
“Old man, stop! Do you really want me to inherit your position right now?” Shi Hao yelled.
**Bang!**
Qi Daolin was sent flying by an overwhelming force, crashing deep into the earth and leaving a human-shaped crater.
Shi Hao rushed after him, tunneling through the earth.
A hundred miles later, he finally found Qi Daolin buried under rubble, blood dripping from his lips, a pitiful sight. His golden daoist robes were torn—had it not been for the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art’s protection, he might have been torn apart!
“Incredible… terrifying! The Three-Life Copper Coffin is truly a treasure that has endured since ancient times!” Qi Daolin gasped.
Then, his eyes lit up—not with despair, but excitement. “I sensed Master’s aura… a mark left behind. Is this a clue for me? I must see!”
“Dao Master, don’t risk your life!” Shi Hao urged.
“Do you think I’d throw my life away? I know what I’m doing,” Qi Daolin said, transforming into a streak of light as he returned to the bronze coffin.
Shi Hao followed silently, realizing for the first time just how long the path of cultivation truly was. Even someone as mighty as Qi Daolin had been wounded here—who could claim to stand at the absolute peak?
Qi Daolin glowed as the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art surged once more. The small bronze coffin, now radiant like white jade, pulsed with overwhelming energy.
“Open!” Qi Daolin roared, pushing the Heavenly Art to its limits—power enough to shatter the barriers between worlds. The lid shifted slightly.
“Master’s warning!” He shuddered, sensing a fragmented imprint that filled him with dread.
Even Shi Hao, watching from afar, was stunned. The master of the Supreme Hall had been unimaginably powerful to leave a mark inside the Three-Life Copper Coffin—his cultivation truly unparalleled!
Yet again, Qi Daolin was blasted away, vomiting blood. The stronger the cultivator, the greater the recoil.
Undeterred, he returned again and again, determined to uncover the secrets within the fragmented imprint left by the old Supreme.
On the sixth attempt, he succeeded, glimpsing a broken strand of divine consciousness.
“They’re coming… they’re coming…” Only a few fleeting words, transformed into runes that seared into Qi Daolin’s mind, filling him with horror, trembling, and despair.
Even Shi Hao, standing at a distance, felt the emotional shockwaves and saw the ancient characters flicker into existence. His face paled, his heart seized with dread.
A Supreme of old, a peerless figure who had stood at the pinnacle of cultivation, had left behind such a message.
He had been afraid. Trembling. Filled with terror and despair. What did that mean?
Shi Hao felt a chill. What message had the fragmented imprint intended to convey?
Qi Daolin was frozen to the core. That Supreme, though he had only laid the foundation for his cultivation and left no supreme techniques behind, had always been an invincible legend in his eyes. Yet even he had trembled in fear—this was unimaginable!
He retreated, step by step, blood trickling from his lips, until he sat cross-legged on the ground, deep in thought.
“Perhaps only by capturing that ancient being from the Immortal Palace—the one who has slumbered since the Primordial Era—can we learn the full truth,” Shi Hao mused.
After all, the old Supreme had once battled the Immortal Palace. Perhaps he had revealed something, but the sect had kept it hidden.
A long time later, Qi Daolin opened his eyes, his injuries somewhat healed. He activated the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art once more. “One last attempt.”
**Boom!**
The nine dragon bones blazed with light. The ancient bronze coffin shone like a golden sun, radiating immortal brilliance, its surface nearly transparent!
**Boom!**
Qi Daolin was forced back, coughing blood with each step. But the bronze coffin underwent a strange transformation—it began opening on its own, the lid shifting aside slightly.
Both Shi Hao and Qi Daolin were stunned. This final attempt had triggered an unforeseen change—the coffin was truly opening!
Holy light rained down from within, pure and flawless.
Then—a figure emerged, standing mid-air!
Even Qi Daolin’s hairs stood on end, his scalp tingling with terror. This was a sudden, shocking turn of events.
After eons of silence, the bronze coffin had released… a person!
Brilliant light illuminated past and present, writing eternity into being. The figure seemed to stand proudly upon the river of time itself.
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