Chapter 1501: Nine-Layered Coffin Opens

A mournful wail, like fierce ghosts weeping or spirits howling, filled the dim world, which was shrouded in leaden clouds.

It was a terrifying scene, such as had never occurred before Mount Sumeru in the Western Lands. It was as if the gates of hell had opened, and hundreds of millions of heroic spirits surged forth.

Red-haired whirlwinds swept through, bringing shadowy figures of monsters and demons, accompanied by the wailing of ghosts and the howling of gods. The place became unbearable, as if the gates of hell had opened wide, releasing a surge of yin energy into the sky.

Ghostly winds tore through the sky, exceptionally terrifying and wailing incessantly. Some distant small mountains were even uprooted, presenting a truly horrifying sight.

CRACK!

In the dim mist, streaks of blood-red lightning suddenly appeared. They were exceptionally striking, eerily beautiful like blossoming streaks of blood, sending shivers down one's spine.

This sudden change was so astonishing that it left everyone bewildered for a moment.

"It's raining, but why is it so bloody?!"

Raindrops fell from the sky, carrying a pungent smell of blood that made everyone's hair stand on end.

Looking up, everyone felt a chill in their hearts as torrential blood-rain poured down from the heavens, rapidly crashing to the ground. The scene was gory and spectacular, like countless small crimson rivers cascading down, blindingly red, hitting the ground in the blink of an eye.

This was a Buddhist pure land, yet with so many cultivators gathered here today, such a bizarre event occurred, leaving the group dumbfounded.

"It's targeting Ye Fan!" Dongfang Ye declared, staring at the gloomy mist, his eyes gleaming with wildness, as he brandished his large club, ready to strike.

"The later years of an Origin Master," Ji Ziyue murmured, startled, her face showing concern.

"Don't act rashly, and don't provoke these things," Ye Fan said gravely and solemnly, his earlier ominous premonition proving accurate.

On his body, a layer of red hair stubbornly grew, pushing out again, a terrifying sight.

The distant crowd also understood what was happening, and everyone felt a chill down their spines. Even someone as powerful as Ye Fan, with his cultivation, was enveloped by misfortune, experiencing such a bizarre turn of events.

"Every Origin Master eventually dies a miserable death. None have a peaceful end. It seems his curse has manifested early."

"As Saints, who among us would believe in ghosts and gods? This must be a fatal weakness of a powerful legacy; seemingly strange, it is actually inevitable."

The Saints naturally saw the shadowy demonic figures. Some even wanted to act, to capture one and investigate, but they ultimately held back. This was because the later years of Origin Masters were notoriously bizarre and terrifying. In the past, even a Divine Body at the Saint King realm, living in seclusion with an aging Origin Master, had resulted in bloodshed across the Great Wilderness.

"This is fate, huh!" someone muttered to themselves gloatingly. But with Ye Fan being so powerful now, no one dared to show such feelings openly.

Many people stared unblinkingly, though only some old patriarchs of the Primordial Imperial Family frowned, and the Great Sages from outside the domain were also deep in thought.

"I'm not even in my later years yet. How dare you try to restrain me?!" Ye Fan snorted coldly, still fearless, his entire body burning with golden vital energy. The layer of red hair was peeled off, and finally completely eradicated, unable to grow back.

Previously, he had needed to rely on the Green Bronze Cauldron, but now he could use only his own power.

Wailing sounds filled the air as shadowy demonic figures and raging yin winds, accompanied by torrential blood-rain and red-haired whirlwinds, signaled the approach of a group of ghastly humanoid creatures.

As they drew closer, they could be seen clearly. Their bodies were covered in corpse hair, all over half a foot long. Some were pitch-black, others blood-red, all hideous and terrifying.

CLANGING!

The sound of iron chains was exceptionally terrifying amidst the blood-rain and dim mist. It was truly as if spirits from the underworld had arrived, intending to capture a soul.

"Hmph, I'd like to see how they bring misfortune upon me," Ye Fan said, completely fearless, and actually strode forward to meet them.

A HOWL...

Piercing, long howls rang out, chilling to the bone. Deafening, as if a group of vengeful spirits had been unleashed, the sound sent shivers down many people's spines from head to toe. Such momentum was certainly not simple; these were Saint Ghost Kings.

"Do you think I'm as easily bullied as past patriarchs?!" Ye Fan's eyes gleamed with cold light, and he transformed into a golden lightning bolt, charging forward and taking the initiative to attack.

BANG!

He struck with a palm, instantly sending the central red-haired monster flying. These were not the ancestral masters of past generations, but a group of powerful yin spirits, so he struck without hesitation.

SPLAT!

The central monster was directly torn apart, its corpse chunks turning into pulp, with flecks of fresh blood splattering.

Neither truly human nor truly ghost, they were peculiar life forms, each terrifying and intimidating.

Ye Fan was as fast as lightning. Wielding the Heavenly Emperor's Fist, he swept in all directions, his golden fists emitting dazzling light, like two blazing furnaces that shook the heavens.

Almost instantly, he dealt with the group of yin spirits, leaving only one. He snatched it up, holding it in his hand, and forcibly explored its sea of consciousness to find out what was going on.

A WAIL...

Unfortunately, these ominous creatures were merely driven by instinct and possessed little thought. The clues in their minds were simple and sparse; they were creatures that had just gained sentience but were still in a chaotic state.

In the distance, everyone was dumbfounded. This Human Sacred Body was simply too fierce; facing misfortune, he showed not a trace of worry. He simply and directly eliminated the entire group of demonic figures, even grabbing one at the end.

"Truly a peerless fiend!"

"A heaven-defying powerhouse!"

These were the inner thoughts of many, who couldn't help but sigh softly.

It was clearly an omen of misfortune, but Ye Fan ended up giving them a brutal beating, utterly annihilating all the red-haired monsters that came. This was completely different from what past Origin Masters had experienced.

Ultimately, Ye Fan was simply strong enough. Now possessing the combat power of an early-stage Great Saint, such misfortune could hardly shake him; any who came would only be counter-killed.

After Ye Fan finished searching its chaotic sea of consciousness, he shattered the red-haired monster's head with a single palm, making it fall to the ground, turn into a pool of blood, and then burn to ashes.

Everyone was dumbfounded. With the Human Sacred Body being so powerful, who was really causing trouble for whom? It looked as if he was merely dealing with a group of country bumpkins, swiftly eliminating them all.

"The Underworld!"

Ye Fan only uttered these two words. By searching its muddled thoughts, he finally gained something: these were the troops of the Underworld, here to restrain him.

Of course, they weren't acting on orders, but because the Origin Technique array he had set up was too astonishing, it stirred the instincts of these creatures. Even more so, the surging imperial malevolence had also awakened them.

The Origin Heaven Array and corpse malevolence were all things that could disturb them, drawing these chaotic creatures here. With no one in charge and no one to restrain them, this result occurred.

"Stationing troops in the Western Desert, the Underworld's ambitions are vast!" Ye Fan sneered.

Unfortunately, he happened to encounter them today, and they came to restrain him. This left him rather regretful, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

After he killed these creatures, all the anomalous phenomena vanished.

The old patriarchs of the Primordial Imperial Family and the Great Sages from outside the domain all frowned. They also collectively thought of this legacy—the Underworld. Many murmured to themselves, saying, "Could they have arrived? If so, the Big Dipper won't be peaceful in the future."

Chasing corpses and pursuing spirits, that is the Underworld. After so many years, are they truly going to target the Buried Emperor Star? If they succeed, it will be a gluttonous feast for them.

Although unexpectedly interrupted, the battle still had to continue. Moreover, the divine sarcophagus was continuously releasing malevolence, eroding Mount Sumeru's spiritual power. Even if it couldn't ignite it, it could devour it. Because the two were in opposition, they were bound to clash, consuming vast amounts of spiritual power.

Ye Fan was decisive. He drank a pot of Celestial Venerable Life Spring Liquid to replenish his vital energy. Then, he again cut open a wound on his chest to refine the essence of his heart's blood.

He was determined to open the ninth layer of the coffin lid, to let the Emperor Corpse emerge, suppress the gate of Mount Sumeru, and clear a path.

His heart's blood was like golden liquid, blazing and dazzling. Drop by drop, it fell onto the divine stone sarcophagus, making it tremble violently. The gap widened further, and imperial malevolence surged out, rolling torrentially, as if it wouldn't stop until Mount Sumeru was completely engulfed.

Ye Fan activated the Origin Technique array, almost pushing the ancient coffin to the very front of Mount Sumeru.

RUMBLE!

Mount Sumeru trembled, sensing a threat. The Emperor-level corpse within the coffin was about to emerge, pressuring the ancient Buddhist mountain, which could no longer remain calm. They stood against each other, in direct confrontation.

"Donor Ye, do you truly intend to see this through?" the old monk Mahakasyapa asked anxiously.

Ye Fan ignored him. By now, a vast amount of precious vital blood had flowed from his body; how could he stop now?!

CRACK!

A terrifying sound echoed as the last layer of the divine ancient coffin, buried in the nine heavens, was opened. The coffin lid fell to one side, and immediately, fierce winds raged, the sun and moon trembled, and the celestial rivers across the sky quivered!

In that instant alone, the entire Western Desert seemed to be weighed down by a hundred thousand giant mountains, suffocating everyone and filling even Great Saints with fear.

The small coffin was only thumb-long, but inside, chaos surged. It was like a brand new world, evolving, in the process of creation!

The stone coffin looked tiny, capable of being held in one's palm, but it contained a universe within. A single glance felt as if one's soul would be swallowed, perceiving it as vast as the ocean.

At this moment, no one wasn't trembling. Including Great Saints, many Saints couldn't help but prostrate themselves, their divine souls quivering and their divine senses on the verge of collapsing.

Inside the thumb-long small coffin, imperial malevolence and chaos emerged together, pressing towards Mount Sumeru in an act of deterrence.

Ye Fan endured immense pressure. He finally pushed the ancient coffin towards Mount Sumeru, but with that single movement, numerous Origin Heaven patterns shattered directly, turning into dust.

One must know that many of these were Saint bones, divine materials, Saint King artifacts, and so on, yet they still couldn't withstand the impact of a mysterious fluctuation from within this Emperor Coffin!

"Great Emperor... corpse!"

Everyone's legs trembled as they struggled to utter these four words. It had truly emerged, and only an Emperor Corpse could possess such power.

BOOM!

Finally, chaos surged, and imperial malevolence filled the sky. It completely erupted, as a true Great Emperor's aura and fluctuations surged from the sarcophagus, sweeping across the nine heavens and ten lands.

All the Saints were awestruck and trembling with fear. They could barely speak; all of this was too shocking.

Only one person cried out loudly—the Divine Silkworm Daoist. Two horrifying beams of light shot from his eyes, and then he couldn't help but murmur to himself, "Father... it's really you!"

Those nearby heard him, and Qi Luo, Ye Tong, the Old Undying, and others felt their scalps tingle. "This was the ancient emperor of Divine Silkworm Ridge?" they wondered. It was too incredible!

Princess Divine Silkworm was also shocked, muttering to herself, "Ancient Emperor... How is this possible? Wasn't his sarcophagus said to be immense, spanning the galaxy, with nine colors piercing the sky and embodying the essence of heaven and earth? How could it be like this now?!"