Chapter 1007: Fengshen Coffin

The Five Signs of Decay: ???

What's happening?

He suddenly snatched up Meng Po, who was offering soup, kicked through the void, and was about to flee far away.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yujin threw his hand, and his small bronze restrictive artifact was tossed to the side. Then he tapped his fingertip, and a drop of gray Sacred Blood flew out, immediately going down his throat.

"Little girl, watch carefully. This is a move you need to learn.

"But once I use this move, I, the Emperor, will fall into slumber again.

"This time, to help you, I've used all my trump cards. I only hope that when I'm asleep, you won't impose any more ridiculous sealing powers on me; that's simply absurd!

"Also, I'm asleep, but not dead. Don't try to harm yourself or find a way to get me out of this body.

"Once..."

"You're so noisy," Mo Mo's voice appeared.

"Uh, okay, I won't say anything then." Feng Yujin recoiled awkwardly, even his berserk state was significantly suppressed.

Anyway, no matter how Mo Mo struggled, she couldn't escape his control.

He looked at the Five Signs of Decay, who had fled into the spatial turbulence, and with a crash, he too kicked through space and followed.

Just then, a hesitant voice appeared in his mind: "Don't worry, if I encounter danger later... I'll call you."

Feng Yujin's steps abruptly halted, his face filled with surprise: "Really?"

"Yes."

"That's wonderful, truly wonderful..."

The little missy actually gave her word; does this mean she accepts?

It should have been like this all along!

What's so embarrassing about being a ghost beast host? How many people envy having an old man inside them? I, the Emperor, don't eat people; I just want to live... Feng Yujin was almost moved to tears.

Heaven knows how many temptations he used to sway Mo Mo, all to no avail.

This woman, who desired nothing, finally, finally...

"Chase him."

"Oh, oh, right, right."

What a joke!

In the spatial turbulence, the Five Signs of Decay frantically fled, carrying Meng Po, who was offering soup. He couldn't believe that the one he had just confronted was a guy who hadn't even removed his restrictive artifact.

Didn't that mean he had fought to a stalemate with a ghost beast whose power was suppressed, and most of its true strength hadn't even been unleashed?

Thump!

Taking out a pill bottle, he popped open the stopper. The Five Signs of Decay poured out a drop of Sacred Blood and swallowed it immediately.

The stronger one behind him had already consumed Sacred Blood; if he didn't use it now, he might not even be able to run.

His aura was rising...

Sacred power was descending...

The Five Signs of Decay felt the surging power within him. He wanted to unleash it, to destroy, but he could only think about it, not act.

How many years had it been!

Below the Half-Saint level, he was almost invincible.

The Five Signs of Decay was well aware of his plague god attribute; even a Half-Saint personally present probably wouldn't want to fight him.

Because even if he were killed, a Half-Saint, having barely attained their rank, would have to undergo another Saint Tribulation due to the Five Signs of Decay.

If they failed, they would directly perish as a Saint!

Who could withstand that?

But the one behind him was crazy!

When he used the Sacred Blood, the Five Signs of Decay knew that this guy harbored a killing intent.

Otherwise, with both sides fighting intermittently—you decaying me, I sealing you—it would never yield a result.

But using Sacred Blood changed everything.

An enemy already stronger than himself, if not driven by a true intent to kill or capture, why would he consume Sacred Blood without hesitation?

"He hit a brick wall!"

The Five Signs of Decay was filled with remorse, but he didn't even dare to look back, frantically urging his Sacred power, darting aimlessly through the spatial turbulence.

However, the power augmented by Sacred Blood needed to grow slowly...

After all, this wasn't his own power. Forcing his ethereal body to withstand it already caused significant damage; if he were to directly master the power of Sacred Blood, he would probably explode and die instantly.

"If only I had the body of a King..."

The Five Signs of Decay only regretted that his physical body wasn't strong enough to receive more Sacred power augmentation, preventing him from running faster.

But he wasn't afraid.

Since he was like this, the guy behind him must be the same.

There was no one in this world who could consume Sacred Blood and instantly master its power; that was simply impossible!

Swoosh!

As he was pondering, a flash of light appeared in front of him, and Feng Yujin blocked his path.

The Five Signs of Decay's mind reeled, going completely blank on the spot.

How could it be?

How could he be... so fast?

"Run?"

Feng Yujin blocked his way, a smirk playing on his lips, and scoffed: "What are you going to use to run? Drinking Half-Saint's blood will let you escape my pursuit?"

The Five Signs of Decay's lips were dry. Looking at the person in front of him, he vaguely understood something.

That's right!

He had consumed Half-Saint's blood, which was not his own power, so it would take a long time for the Sacred power to reach its peak.

But this one in front of him...

Fengtian Sacred Emperor!

He probably consumed the blood from his own body when it was still intact!

Sacred Emperor's blood!

And his own!

Where was the need for transition time here?

Didn't he instantly recover to seventy or eighty percent of his peak state? Even if not, he could still use a Sacred Emperor's strike, right?

"I..."

The Five Signs of Decay's heart pounded. He thought of the many abilities he hadn't used and the numerous spirit artifacts he had to preserve his life.

But a Sacred Emperor's strike—how could his abilities or treasures withstand that?

"Lord Huangquan, save me!"

The Five Signs of Decay screamed at the top of his lungs.

Face or dignity, none of that mattered now.

This Sacred Emperor was mad; he feared nothing. If he dared to directly use the true power of a Sacred Emperor in the Five Domains, wouldn't he be afraid of facing true Sacred Judgment?

"Lord Huangquan?"

Feng Yujin formed a hand seal, amused by the Five Signs of Decay's words: "Even if the true King of Hell came, he couldn't take your life from my hands now! Let alone Huangquan?"

In the black spatial turbulence, under a single seal, gray Sacred power permeated.

In an instant, black was tinged with gray, and the world seemed to be completely frozen.

The Five Signs of Decay's next words were stuck in his throat, as if sealed shut, completely unable to escape.

The Sacred power on him was regressing, being sealed.

His Qi Sea was returning to calm, being sealed.

His desire to act was diminishing, being sealed.

His thoughts, his will, every single cell in his body, seemed to be petrified, being sealed!

"Sacred Domain..."

Feng Yujin raised his head, thick Sacred power surging in his hands, then he crossed his fingers before his chest.

The potent Sacred power that had frozen the entire spatial turbulence instantly retracted, forming a grayish-white vertical coffin behind the Five Signs of Decay and Meng Po.

"Coffin of Confinement!"

Feng Yujin clapped his hands forward, and the Sacred power in front of his chest transformed into a coffin lid, which slammed shut with a bang, completely sealing the two Yama figures within the spatial turbulence.

Having done all this, Feng Yujin still didn't stop.

His mind sank into the Great Dao, as if entering a state of enlightenment.

This was clearly not the beginning of enlightenment.

Rather, the surrounding Heavenly Dao rules manifested into concrete forms due to Feng Yujin's "enlightenment" state.

Gaining the manifestation of these Great Daos, Feng Yujin extended his hand, and his Sacred power turned into nothingness, integrating into the Heavenly Dao.

"Heavenly Dao Dust Seal!"

With an odd hum, space subtly vibrated. Apart from that, nothing else happened.

Pfft!

Blood splattered.

All was over. Feng Yujin, who had just been so imposing, instantly became weak.

He weakly teleported away, hoisted the coffin onto his shoulder, then flashed back into the previous spatial anomaly, feeling his eyelids heavy and drowsy.

"Mo Mo! Mo Mo!"

"I'm here."

Mo Mo's voice appeared just in time, sounding a bit worried. She clearly hadn't expected sealing that decaying body would consume so much of Feng Yujin's energy.

She had thought Feng Yujin was exaggerating again.

But thinking carefully about the terrifying abilities of the "Five Signs of Decay"...

It seemed that under heaven, besides Feng Yujin, who could subdue him so decisively, even a Half-Saint would probably struggle to handle him, right?

"How's your condition?" Mo Mo asked with concern.

"Not great."

Feng Yujin had no time for pleasantries. Before falling asleep, he quickly instructed:

"I, the Emperor, used some of my previous power, well, Sacred power.

"This might be noticed by the other few on the continent, but I have sealed the occurrence of this event, similar to what you know as a Sacred Emperor's will, or 'sealed lips'..."

"This way, it will take them some time to find me.

"I don't know how long this slumber will last, but undoubtedly, the Five Great Sacred Emperor Families will trace the origin of the 'sealed lips' to the sealing attribute, and then suspect me.

"Next, you must be careful alone. Don't easily reveal the sealing attribute, and at the same time, take good care of my... um, our body..."

Mo Mo paused, subconsciously feeling the weight on her shoulder.

It turned out Feng Yujin had receded, and she had taken control of the body. The weight on her shoulder was the "Coffin of Confinement."

Feng Yujin's rambling continued:

"I've sealed the form of the Five Signs of Decay for you, and the Coffin of Confinement is also handed over to you. You can break it open with sealing power.

"This thing needs to wait at least a quarter of an hour. After a quarter of an hour, you can release them. They will still have their abilities, but they won't be able to use them at all.

"The decaying body is probably a bit mysterious, but it should be no different from a mortal. It will also take a long time to recover. You can dispose of him as you wish.

"After a day, if you take them out again, they'll become sealing stones, like the bracelet you used to seal me. Funny, hehe..."

He paused, and even in his weak state, Feng Yujin thought of something and repeatedly urged:

"The decaying body is a bit dangerous. Never mind, given your temperament, you probably won't deal with people, and this guy is very troublesome. I'll call someone over; you just wait here.

"Don't go to Solitary Sound Cliff. Xu Xiaoshou is nothing but trouble; he's already involved in too many Sacred Emperor schemes. If I'm not around, you'll die miserably if you go. Just wait here...

"Of course, you can't go back to Void Island either. It took me great effort to escape that damned place. The only thing in this world that can restrain sealing attributes is a law-prohibiting barrier, because a sealing attribute is, after all, just an attribute.

"You should have accepted the inheritance earlier. If only I had recovered more of my power, I wouldn't have had to be restrained by Bazun An in the Eight Palaces...

"That bastard... Bazun An..."

Whew...

His voice gradually faded, until it disappeared completely.

"Feng Yujin?" Mo Mo, carrying the coffin, softly called out in her mind.

No response.

"He really fell asleep..."

Across the vast land, the wind sighed.

Mo Mo suddenly felt unaccustomed to the quiet.

The contrast was too great!

All along, that voice in her mind had always been noisy, never ceasing, complaining wherever he went.

But now that she thought about it, aside from being boisterous, wasn't Feng Yujin always looking out for her?

When she encountered unfamiliar spiritual herbs or treasures, he was like an encyclopedia.

When she encountered unknown powers or attributes, he could explain them thoroughly, from simple to complex.

When she encountered enemies like the Five Signs of Decay, whom she couldn't possibly fight, he could also take over control of her body, either driving them away or sealing them.

Mo Mo glanced back at the coffin on her shoulder, thought for a moment, then set it down and sat on it.

She gazed into the distance.

The mountains were silent, but the wind rustled; loneliness pervaded everywhere, with no one in sight.

"What am I resisting?"

After a long wait, Mo Mo finally snapped out of her daze, unconsciously thinking.

There was an aspect of Feng Yujin's attitude that was good, which she highly approved of.

What was there to despise about being a ghost beast host?

Even Xu Xiaoshou could calmly accept her as a ghost beast host and become her friend.

Yet she, unconsciously, resisted this identity as a ghost beast host.

Fate was not a choice.

Since it was destined to be a symbiotic state going forward, what was she still resisting?

Again, the wind suddenly swept past.

Mo Mo thought for a long time and finally found the answer. She smiled with relief.

Perhaps, what she resisted was just a stereotype.

The stereotype from mainland rumors, that ghost beast hosts were only dirty and defiled.

But Feng Yujin...

"He's a living person too."

Mo Mo sat atop the coffin, looking up and smiling. The sunset light from the Yunlun Mountains cast upon her serene face, and the wind rustled her clothes.

In her eyes, everything in this world was beautiful.

Rustle...

At some unknown moment, space shifted, and a figure landed there, breaking the serene beauty.

"Excuse me, I'm here to pick something up."

Mo Mo stood up and looked sideways. It was a man wearing a golden beast mask, holding a large halberd. His image was very distinct; he was the one who had previously ridden the waves in Yunlun and confronted Half-Saint Ai Cangsheng.

"Hello."

Mo Mo nodded slightly, understanding that the person Feng Yujin told her to wait for here was likely him.

Despite being in slumber.

But before that, he always managed to arrange everything, awaiting his next awakening.

So this water-elemental one also knew Feng Yujin...

Mo Mo's thoughts drifted. If it had been earlier, she wouldn't have hesitated to hand over the Coffin of Confinement directly.

But now she wanted to learn more about Feng Yujin, so she asked, "And you are?"

"Fifth Seat of the Holy Servants, Water Ghost."

Water Ghost said with a smile, "Senior Feng Yujin used Sacred power. He likely erased all traces before falling asleep. I don't know exactly what happened, but he told me to come pick something up, so I guessed he must have acted."

Holy Servants... Mo Mo mused, then turned and pointed at the Coffin of Confinement: "Take it."

"What's inside?" Water Ghost was also curious.

Mo Mo realized with a start that the Coffin of Confinement indeed required sealing power to open.

A considerable amount of time had passed. She immediately infused sealing power, and the coffin lid popped open with a bang.

Water Ghost stepped forward, waved his hand to make the coffin lid fly away, and saw two unmoving masked figures inside, his pupils contracting.

"Yama?"

"Probably," Mo Mo nodded.

Water Ghost's mind went blank for a moment.

Meng Po, who had just been contacted not long ago, was already in someone's hands?

She wasn't weak either...

Oh, Fengtian Sacred Emperor. Then it's fine.

"Who's this?" Water Ghost looked at the orange-masked figure, whom he didn't recognize.

"He wields the power of the Five Signs of Decay; he should be a decaying body. Senior Feng Yujin... fell into slumber to seal him," Mo Mo said.

"...The Five Signs of Decay. I heard Yama had mastered this; it's actually true." Water Ghost pondered, "Only the sealing attribute could deal with him. If it were me, I might not have been able to handle it."

He's a Plague God!

"How do you wish to dispose of them?" Water Ghost asked, looking up.

Mo Mo looked at the two people lying motionless in the coffin.

Before this, she hadn't even known these two.

"As you wish," she said, letting go.

Water Ghost raised an eyebrow. He had thought this woman would seek revenge, but she was unexpectedly unattached to desires. He immediately nodded: "Then I'll take them?"

"Mhm."

"Goodbye." Water Ghost hoisted the coffin onto his shoulder and departed.

"Wait..." Mo Mo seemed to remember something and asked, "Where is Xu Xiaoshou now?"

Xu Xiaoshou?

Water Ghost halted, one eye showing a silver-haired woman, the other reflecting the woman in front of him, and then both eyes simultaneously ignited with blazing flames.

He really wanted to ask more questions.

But a message from Feng Yujin had just flashed through his mind, so he didn't dare to say anything more and turned his head away.

"I don't know."