Chapter 1500: God Coffin Mountain Lock

A stone coffin, less than a palm's length and only four fingers wide, appeared in Ye Fan's hand. Its style was simple and natural, with faint carvings. Upon closer inspection, one could discern suns, moons, stars, flowers, birds, fish, and insects—all ancient things that had existed since time immemorial.

The Nine-Layered Coffin of the Mythological Era!

Ye Fan finally retrieved this inauspicious artifact, ready to go all out and use it to strike Mount Meru and breach the Great Thunderclap Temple.

Most people who saw it were bewildered, looking puzzled and not recognizing it at all. What use could a small, palm-length coffin be? Could it really be more powerful than an Emperor's artifact?

Only a few were moved upon seeing it. In their astonishment and doubt, they vaguely discerned its origin and instantly recalled many legends about this type of coffin.

"Is it truly the divine coffin of the Mythological Era?!"

Many from the ancient tribes had arrived. The voices of some elderly patriarchs from ancient imperial families trembled; they were closer to the Mythological Era than modern people and naturally knew more about such coffins.

"Are there any terrifying implications?" Many people, puzzled, asked those around them, instantly stirring up a buzz of discussion.

Individual elder powerhouses among the foreign saints also peered forward, approaching to get a closer look. All revealed looks of shock, their hearts pounding violently.

"It really looks like that thing!"

When a few elder experts whispered, revealing the origin and terrifying nature of this coffin, everyone felt as if they had been doused in ice and snow, goosebumps appearing all over their skin.

Legend has it that it is buried above the nine heavens, never falling into the yellow earth.

Everyone's breathing quickened, their hearts pounding incessantly. Where did Ye Fan obtain this? To have such a trump card was truly unsettling.

This kind of thing should not be provoked; one wrong move could lead to the annihilation of an entire clan.

"The legends of the Divine Nine-Layered Coffin are too terrifying to meddle with," they murmured. "Upon seeing it, one should show reverence, bury it beyond the heavens, and return it to the depths of the universe."

The foreign saints, the elderly patriarchs of the ancient imperial families, and others all wore solemn expressions. Even those on Ye Fan's side were extremely serious, treating the matter with extreme caution and care.

One person's reaction was particularly unique: the Divine Silkworm Daoist. His reaction was far more intense than anyone else's. He shot up straight, like a divine sword unsheathed, exuding an overwhelming aura that swept away his previous despondency.

At that moment, his eyes shone with brilliant divine light, the substantial glow extending for miles. His lips trembled repeatedly, and he clenched his fists.

Others naturally noticed his abnormality and cautiously inquired, but he ignored them. His eyes were fixed, unblinking, like an immortal statue staring ahead.

Everyone knew his temperament was eccentric; even Princess Divine Silkworm was often helpless with him. Qi Luo, Ye Tong, and others naturally didn't mind and stopped disturbing him.

"You intend to use this against my Mount Meru?!" Old Monk Maha's voice finally changed, and his expression was not pleasant. He chanted a Buddhist name and said, "Using it might harm yourself first."

"You don't need to worry about that," Ye Fan said calmly.

In the depths of the starry sky, during the battle on the Divine Shore, the indestructible divine realm was annihilated. The Ancient Coffin of the Void Emperor played a huge role, shattering all powers of faith.

Ye Fan taking out the nine-layered coffin now certainly wasn't to perfectly replicate the outcome of the Divine Realm battle.

The Divine Realm had been tampered with by a Celestial Venerable; hence, the Great Emperor's malevolent aura could destroy its powers of faith. Mount Meru was different; it had not been cursed. It was impossible for it to be ignited and turn into fireworks.

In the Divine Realm battle, the heroes merely used the malevolent aura emanating from the Great Emperor's corpse and destroyed an immortal divine sect.

Now, Ye Fan intended to use the true divine corpse inside. This was not as simple as using malevolent aura; he would place the entire Emperor's corpse into Mount Meru.

If successful, this would undoubtedly be a devastating catastrophe.

The ancient tribes all wore solemn expressions, because they clearly remembered an old event: in ancient times, a supremely powerful race had obtained a nine-layered coffin, but it ultimately led to their annihilation. This was all because they had touched the forbidden item at the very deepest part of the coffin.

Back then, when Ye Fan and his companions obtained this coffin in the Feathered Divine Dynasty's ancestral temple, the Holy Emperor Prince had also solemnly mentioned that ancient tragedy and warned them about it.

Now, with all other methods exhausted and unable to affect Mount Meru, Ye Fan decided to use this trump card. How many people had ever seen a complete Emperor's corpse? It had almost never manifested in the world, and this instantly caused an uproar!

"Amitābha, good indeed, good indeed!" Old Monk Maha, even while chanting Buddhist names, showed signs of agitation, no longer as calm and composed as before. His eyes emitted astonishing beams of light as he stared at Ye Fan's palm.

Ye Fan did not hesitate. With a flick of his hand, he sent the small coffin into the Forbidden Formation of Origin Heaven. There happened to be an empty flag position right at the forefront of Mount Meru, clearly reserved for this coffin.

The Emperor's malevolent aura alone could not guarantee success in a single battle, but using the true Emperor's corpse to suppress the uncursed Mount Meru would surely be effective and should be able to breach the mountain gate.

In this world, there was nothing that could harm a Great Emperor. Even if they were deceased, their remaining bodies were indestructible.

Within the Origin Heaven Formation, runes flickered and hazy chaotic mist flowed, drawing forth all the primordial energies of heaven and earth. The patterns extended to the flag at the very forefront of the formation.

Ye Fan cut his wrist, and streams of golden blood fell. He used the Soldier Character Secret to guide the blood into the formation, where it dripped onto the small coffin, causing it to creak open with a crack, revealing the first layer.

Nothing was discernible in this layer. The inner coffin was a size smaller, still simple and unadorned, engraved with various faint patterns.

The divine coffin did not enter the mortal world, nor the yellow earth; it was eternally buried above the nine heavens. Its origin and implications were astonishingly grand.

Everyone held their breath, feeling extremely nervous. Today, they might witness an event that few had ever seen throughout history—one destined to be terrifying and recorded in history.

"Gods are flawless; the mortal world is insufficient to bury them. Even in death, they remain pure. Only above the nine heavens is their true resting place, where they ultimately find peace beyond the reach of the mortal coil."

Yet now, the divine coffin was placed within the formation in this manner. Once opened, it would undoubtedly unleash an event that would shock the world.

One layer, two layers... The small coffin continued to open.

Much blood flowed from Ye Fan's wrist. Golden light shot into the sky, and powerful fluctuations surged violently, like golden flames burning and flying into the formation.

The divine coffin was enveloped by this golden blood, appearing as if it were burning fiercely. In a short time, six layers had opened consecutively, with no unexpected incidents occurring.

Everyone's hearts felt exceptionally heavy. All the saints retreated as far as possible, unwilling to be affected. This place would likely soon become a cursed land.

"Stop!" Old Monk Maha could no longer contain himself and shouted loudly.

The Great Peacock King, holding a demon-subduing staff, was ready to respond to any sudden change. The golden crown on her head shimmered, and an ethereal image of a Buddha attaining enlightenment appeared, making her appear majestic and awe-inspiring to the world.

"What do you intend? To let Huahua come down the mountain?" Ye Fan asked coldly.

"His presence on my Mount Meru is a karmic consequence..."

"There's nothing more to say!" Ye Fan directly interrupted him. The flow of golden blood from his wrist intensified, directly opening the seventh stone coffin.

When he reached the eighth layer, the blood from his wrist was no longer effective. He pointed a finger at his heart, creating a wound, and extracted the essence of his heart blood.

"Crack!"

The eighth layer of the coffin opened, revealing the final, innermost small coffin. By now, the surroundings were utterly silent, not a sound could be heard, and everyone held their breath.

Even the Arhats, Heavenly Kings, Bodhisattvas, and Ancient Buddhas on Mount Meru felt their hearts quicken, but their expressions remained indifferent, and they watched in silence, not uttering a single word.

The final, ultimate small coffin appeared before everyone's eyes. It was only thumb-length, ancient and unadorned, yet it filled everyone with exceptional dread, as if they were facing a primordial deity.

An invisible pressure surged forth. Everyone's nerves were taut, feeling extremely tense, awaiting the opening of the final ancient coffin, eager to see what great secret it held.

The last layer was incredibly strong and indestructible, very difficult to open. Ye Fan consumed a great deal of heart blood essence, and his face turned pale, yet it still did not budge.

"Crack!"

Finally, he refined more heart blood. His body swayed from the immense consumption! He sprinkled the essence of his saintly blood onto the stone coffin. It emitted a tremor, then a tiny crack appeared.

The outermost layer of the coffin now had the tiniest crack, but from it surged a majestic malevolent Emperor's aura, covering the sky and earth, like a boundless, infinite ocean, directly surging towards Mount Meru.

Everyone's expressions changed. The Great Emperor's primordial essence had not yet emerged, but endless malevolent aura surged forth first, engulfing everything ahead.

This Emperor's malevolent aura was terrifying, capable of astonishing gods and intimidating Buddhas. For saints, it was a disaster, and for pure powers of faith, it was like fire and water, completely adversarial.

One was the malevolence of the dead, the other the belief of the living—fundamentally opposed.

Under the guidance of the Great Origin Heaven Formation, the formation flags flapped, and the Nine-Layered Coffin of the Mythological Era trembled. From within the crack, the Emperor's malevolent aura continuously surged forth, filling the heavens and earth, and rushing towards Mount Meru.

Without a doubt, this was a great catastrophe!

This was not the Divine Realm; it had not been cursed. The powers of faith could not be ignited. But the two forces had different attributes, feeling like light and darkness merging.

A fierce collision!

The final small coffin was only thumb-length, but the malevolent Emperor's aura it unleashed was terrifyingly immense, like countless stars falling from the sky, vast and boundless. Clearly, this was a case of a mustard seed containing Mount Meru, with its own internal universe, as vast as a world.

Ye Fan urged it forward, intending to lift the final coffin lid to reveal the Emperor's corpse, suppress it into Mount Meru, and shatter this place.

However, at this very moment, he felt an ominous aura. The Origin Heaven formation patterns glowed, spreading across the sky and earth, making him, standing outside the formation, appear dazzling.

Although it appeared sacred, Ye Fan frowned. His body was wracked with intense pain, like being cut by knives. His pores grew large, and hair-like red needles pierced out and began to grow.

At this crucial moment, just as the Emperor's corpse was about to appear, such a thing happened. The ominous phenomenon associated with Origin Heaven Masters usually manifested in their later years, yet it was happening to him, here and now.

Without wielding an Emperor's artifact, Ye Fan let out a cold snort. His entire body burned with golden blood energy, instantly burning away all the red hair on his body and eliminating that strange power.

Clearly, it wasn't over!

Woosh woosh...

Eerie winds howled, and demonic shadows flickered. The distant land was shrouded in darkness, as red-haired whirlwinds swept up, obscuring the sun and sending sand and stones flying. It looked exceptionally terrifying, rushing directly towards this place.