The other coffins were the same—the corpses inside had vanished, leaving behind scriptures and immortal seeds.
The coffins were carved from jade, ancient yet translucent, while the jade books within were shrouded in mist and radiant light, exuding an unfathomable mystery.
Without a doubt, these were rare and precious Dao scriptures left behind from the previous era!
Shi Hao’s eyes gleamed with divine light, his heart surging with emotion. In an instant, he understood—this was a place of inheritance!
Beyond the Wall of Despair, high in the Nine Heavens, there was still a sliver of dawn, a glimmer of hope left behind—these very treasures.
“The cultivation methods of the previous era?”
Shi Hao was exhilarated. He yearned to see what the so-called techniques of the previous era were like. He had long heard they differed from the current world, relying primarily on immortal seeds for cultivation.
He split off a spiritual avatar, sending it forward to attempt opening an ancient coffin while his true body retreated far enough to avoid any unforeseen dangers.
“Hmm?!”
Shi Hao was startled—he couldn’t even budge the jade coffin. With his strength, lifting an entire mountain range would be effortless, let alone a single coffin.
When he invoked his laws, the jade coffin glowed, emanating a mysterious force that repelled him.
Unable to open the coffin meant he couldn’t retrieve the jade book.
What did this mean? Shi Hao circled the ancient coffin, pondering. Since he had made it this far, he should have been granted fortune.
He looked ahead—more ancient coffins lay in the distance, each spaced far apart. There were dozens of inheritances here, perhaps even more.
He tried several times, but none of the coffins responded. None could be opened.
Shi Hao didn’t force the issue, as there were still more ahead. He pressed forward, noting that the coffins varied in color, all crafted from rare and ancient jade.
At first glance, each contained headless corpses—flesh uncorrupted, blood brimming with vitality, as if it could seep through the coffin itself.
“Did so many supreme experts perish back then?”
Shi Hao’s heart trembled. The blood of these individuals was crystalline, still radiant to this day—far from ordinary. They were likely true immortals!
The sight was terrifying. Dozens of coffins—what an immense force this must have been.
Even if they weren’t immortals, they were likely beings who stood at the pinnacle of the Great Dao, unimaginable in power.
Yet, they had all died, beheaded by an enemy. How horrifying must that foe have been? Was this the source of despair?
At the same time, Shi Hao recalled something. While pursuing the eerie, he had once boarded a bloodstained black ship, where he saw a stone cauldron.
At the time, he had been shaken—it was filled to the brim with the heads of supreme experts, suspected to include immortals!
Now, seeing so many headless corpses here, could there be a connection? Could they be matched together?
The fall of such a group of mighty beings was deeply unsettling. Gazing at the headless corpses, Shi Hao seemed to hear the war horns of the previous era—countless experts clashing, the strongest beings bleeding out one after another…
Shi Hao shuddered. Once-invincible figures now lay as headless corpses, their blood long cold, all laid out here—a sight that evoked profound lament.
Soon, the coffins he encountered along the way also changed—the corpses vanished, leaving behind jade books and immortal seeds.
Yet, despite his attempts, he couldn’t open a single coffin.
This furrowed his brow. With so many inheritances, was he to obtain none?
Silent, Shi Hao pressed onward until he reached the end, where a massive altar loomed like a mountain.
Cautiously, he approached.
The altar was engraved with intricate patterns—creatures, starfields, a speck of dust, vast oceans, ancient ancestors, and even true immortals.
The carvings were ancient, spanning the river of time—a relic of the previous era.
Standing here, so colossal, its purpose was unclear. Ascending it would allow one to overlook all the coffins below.
Shi Hao circled it before levitating to its summit, encountering no anomalies or dangers along the way.
Upon the altar, an offering was enshrined.
Shi Hao’s heart leaped, his eyes blazing with excitement. In such a place, on such a grand ancient altar, an offering remained?
Chaos mist swirled around the altar, exuding an extraordinary aura.
Apart from that single item, there was nothing else.
Shi Hao strode forward, taking a deep breath as he grasped the jade box effortlessly, encountering no resistance.
“Is this my fortune?” he wondered.
Traversing the coffin zone had yielded nothing—only upon reaching the end and ascending this altar had he gained anything.
Moreover, it was clear this altar was transcendent, overlooking everything below, extraordinary beyond measure.
His excitement mounting, curiosity drove him to open the jade box and see what lay within.
Yet, as he exerted force, the box glowed, and an obscure imprint flickered to life—as if a voice echoed in his mind:
“Want to take it? Prove you’re worthy!”
Shi Hao’s heart jolted. It wasn’t over—there were still conditions. He had already made it this far, yet restrictions remained.
The next moment, a chill ran down his spine, his hair standing on end as if catastrophe loomed.
He tried to leap away, only to find his feet rooted to the altar, unable to move an inch.
From the moment he took the jade box, escape was no longer an option.
Simultaneously, beams of light surged from the altar, piercing the void like immortal swords, while strands of chaos mist spread, shrouding the place in deeper mystery.
Trapped, Shi Hao watched as the altar, wreathed in radiant mist, began refining him with an inexplicable force.
With a grunt, Shi Hao mustered all his strength to resist, gradually lifting a foot—only for overwhelming pressure to crush him back down.
**Boom!**
He was forced to his knees, his spine nearly snapping under the weight.
Gritting his teeth, Shi Hao sat cross-legged, straightening his back as he unleashed his supreme treasures, the divine abilities of the Ten Fiends, and even the techniques of the Willow God.
He fought desperately—after coming this far, how could he falter now?
He would not relinquish the jade box. He *had* to take it!
The altar’s radiance and chaos mist bore down, forming a cage—a cauldron—that sought to refine him within.
“Hmm, trying to refine me?” Shi Hao’s heart clenched, but fear didn’t take hold.
He fought back fiercely, refusing to yield. This was a test—a measure of his worth. He *had* to pass.
**Boom!**
Thunder roared, lightning crisscrossed within the cauldron, striking Shi Hao’s body. Solar flames erupted, scorching his flesh, followed by lunar waters that drowned him.
Shi Hao gasped. Even his formidable body struggled to endure—each force was the pinnacle of its domain.
In mere moments, he endured hundreds of strikes!
An ordinary person wouldn’t just fail—they’d be reduced to dust instantly.
**Boom!**
Time blurred as a mass of chaotic earth descended, weighty enough to shatter stars. Shi Hao coughed blood, bones fracturing instantly.
Even a Heavenly God would tremble before such a force—born of chaos, capable of forging supreme treasures, effortlessly crushing mountains and celestial bodies.
Shi Hao’s physique was peerless, yet he couldn’t withstand it.
The chaotic mass was simply too vast, too heavy!
**Splat!**
His body was mangled, bones shattered beyond count. Only after an eternity did the mass vanish.
Any other ancient freak would have perished, leaving not even a remnant.
With a surge of golden flames, Shi Hao’s blood energy erupted, his bones crackling as they realigned—white and crystalline.
This was the Willow God’s technique, granting him unparalleled vitality, healing even grave wounds swiftly.
Its most miraculous aspect.
The Willow God had endured calamities—reduced to a seed, struck by lightning, left a withered stump—yet revived time and again, its life force unyielding.
No sooner had Shi Hao recovered than a black stone—no larger than a millstone—slammed into him, nearly pulverizing him.
“This is…” His eyes widened. *World Stone!*
A treasure beyond measure, coveted even by immortals.
Yet, like the chaotic earth earlier, this wasn’t the real thing—only a manifestation of laws, but no less potent.
**Bang!**
Shi Hao’s body healed rapidly as he channeled his techniques, but the World Stone struck again. Despite his defenses, it hit true.
Blood spilled from his lips, his body ruined once more.
This repeated several times, reducing him nearly to pulp.
The trial was brutal—clearly meant for those who had cultivated three strands of immortal energy. Any other ancient king would have been annihilated.
Even Shi Hao was reaching his limit.
Runes flared across his skin as a golden willow tree materialized behind him, its vitality sustaining him. Yet, prolonged healing would deplete his essence.
No technique came without cost—it demanded his own energy.
Time crawled. Pain wracked him as ethereal swords of law slashed at his soul.
Trapped on the altar, he could only endure.
Then, metallic energy suffused the air—immortal metals melted into liquid, cascading from the void onto his body.
This was no ordinary metal—it brimmed with immortal energy!
“Damn it!” Shi Hao cursed inwardly. Whoever designed this trial was a sadist—one misstep meant utter annihilation.
Finally, after an eternity, the altar stilled. Shi Hao was a broken mess, flesh torn, bones shattered, barely holding together.
Motionless, he had endured.
He had survived.
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