Chapter 671: Back-Carrying the Coffin into the Ancient Wilderness Family

**Chapter 675: Carrying a Coffin into the Primordial Aristocratic Family**

The small coffin was incredibly heavy, feeling like a miniature universe, imbued with a strange cosmic aura. Even Ye Fan, whose physical body was unmatched and capable of moving mountains and filling seas, found it arduous; sweat drenched his back. However, it was much better than last time, not leaving him feeling as if his body would shatter. He walked steadily, step by step, towards the mountaintop, as his supply of divine life spring water was nearly depleted and urgently needed replenishment.

The nine holy mountains remained as before, majestic and grand, utterly silent, without the slightest stir. They stood like primordial relics, seemingly eternal, or perhaps the hallowed resting place of gods. Along the way, ancient trees towered skyward, and cliffs stood starkly. There were also white fragments, transformed from withered bones, narrating legends and hardships of the past.

With every step, Ye Fan sank knee-deep into the earth and stone. He painstakingly ascended the holy mountain, biting into a piece of sacred fruit flesh to resist the erosion of time and prevent aging. At the summit, a small pool shimmered with clear, fragrant water that seemed to permeate one's very bones. Ye Fan drank deeply from the spring, filled his jade pure bottle, and then successively visited other peaks to gather the necessary supplies.

Finally, carrying the small bronze coffin, he arrived at the cliff edge and peered down into the endless abyss. He activated his Origin Heaven Divine Eye to gaze at the five-colored altar, which was a constant source of worry for him, always making him yearn to leap down and return to his homeland. The dilapidated altar, constructed from five-colored stones, bore knife marks and sword holes that spoke of the boundless stretch of time and countless starry past events it had witnessed.

“A person!”

Ye Fan was startled. He saw a figure standing motionless in the center of the five-colored altar, as if petrified, like an ancient demonic body suspended in the long river of time. His heart pounded. Who was that person, and how were they standing atop the five-colored altar? Was it a Desolate Slave? The distance was too great, and the endless abyss below was shrouded in darkness. Even with his divine eyes, he could only discern a silhouette, unable to make out details, a sight that filled him with dread.

Ye Fan descended the mountain step by step. He dared not linger. Heaven knew what that existence on the five-colored altar was; if it were to emerge, it could unleash a great disaster.

*Clang!*

When the heavy small bronze coffin was finally lowered back into the giant sarcophagus, Ye Fan wiped sweat from his brow, gulped down more than ten mouthfuls of divine spring water, and slowly regulated his breathing. The journey out was long, some eighty to ninety li. Carrying the heavy coffin, it was impossible to run. He didn't know how much life force it would consume, and there was a possibility of a perilous challenge, so he had to adjust himself to optimal condition.

After a long rest, Ye Fan stood up and examined the copper engravings on the giant sarcophagus, staring blankly, lost in thought. Ancient deities, ancient people shedding tears—what did these signify? Taotie, Qiongqi, Taowu, and others, massive in size and ferocious in appearance, were depicted with lifelike detail, awe-inspiring to behold. They were all ancient beasts recorded in the *Classic of Mountains and Seas*, seeming as if they could burst forth from the wall.

“Ancient deities with tear marks, the distant ancient starry road…” Ye Fan pondered for a long time.

Eventually, he came before a star map. The etchings here were very blurry, obscured by rust, and the myriad stars were incredibly minute, like a real world fixed in place.

*Whoosh!*

A flash of light appeared in Ye Fan’s hand as he retrieved the immortal treasure he had obtained from the Chaos Myriad Dragon Nest. It shimmered, seemingly condensed from the light of stars. “These two are very similar. Could it be a map? An imperishable ancient scroll recording the ancient starry road?” His heart jolted as he instantly considered this possibility. In the Primordial era, the Monkey's beloved Fighting Saint Emperor often observed it late at night. It must have been of immense importance; for an ancient emperor to treat it with such gravity, it surely held astonishing secrets.

With the nine dragon corpses lying outside, Ye Fan naturally entertained another idea. In fact, he desperately wanted to carry away the nine dragons and the giant sarcophagus as well, but he simply couldn't move them. The dragon corpses were cold and heavy, their scales gleaming with dark light, like nine mountain ranges of tungsten-iron, existing for eternity. Approaching them made one feel suffocated. Ye Fan chopped with all his might, sending sparks flying. Even his powerful body felt sharp pain, his finger bones almost shattered, yet he couldn't cleave any part of a dragon, not even pull off a single whisker.

“I just want a little dragon blood, can I not dig up your bones…?” He was utterly exasperated, feeling that even if he exhausted himself to the point of collapse, he still wouldn't be able to dislodge a single scale.

An hour later, Ye Fan, struggling with each step, finally emerged from the Ancient Desolate Forbidden Land. He drank a large amount of divine spring water, ate a sacred fruit, and refined parts of the roots, stems, and leaves of nine holy trees. Only then did he manage to resist the erosion of time. “I've used up an immortal divine fruit, almost squandered it all away,” Ye Fan murmured to himself. Such items were incredibly rare; one less meant one gone forever. The cost of this trip was truly immense.

Outside the Divine Ruins, the Black Emperor had been wandering for many days, not daring to act rashly, still hesitant to enter the South Heaven Gate.

“Doggy, don’t run around!” The tender little girl on the big black dog’s back gently patted its back.

“Didn't Central Province send back news?” the big black dog began. “The Demon Emperor destroyed two Holy Spirits in the Divine Ruins ten thousand years ago. We can probably see the Immortal Peach Tree smoothly if we go in.”

“Doggy, you’re greedy again! Did you forget you almost died outside the Immortal Mausoleum last time?” Little Nannan wrinkled her cute little nose.

“This time, we won’t enter the Ancient Heavenly Court, just go into the South Heaven Gate to take a look. As long as we’re careful, there won’t be any problem,” the big black dog said, eager to try.

“Go find Big Brother, don’t just barge in,” Little Nannan gently tugged the big black dog’s ear.

“Since we’re here, how can we not enter the South Heaven Gate? We absolutely must see the secrets of the Ancient Heavenly Court’s gate,” the Black Emperor grumbled, then added, “It won’t cause any trouble. Today, I’ll cross the void and beat that bastard Wang Teng!”

Outside the Ji family’s ancient palace, a magnificent man appeared, like a demon god reincarnated and descended to the mortal realm. His black hair was thick, his face sharply chiseled, and endless stars appeared and disappeared in his pupils. The Southern Demon had arrived. With war stirring in the Eastern Wasteland, and the Bell of No Beginning potentially emerging, even he had set off. His first stop was the Ji family in the Southern Domain. His battle armor gleamed with metallic luster, and his heroic, formidable bearing was like that of a divine spirit among demons. Beside him was a peerless beauty, whose allure was enough to bring chaos to the heavens, unparalleled and impossibly captivating. She was his sister—Qi Huoshui.

Soon after, the sky rumbled like thunder as a purple chariot rushed forth, pulled by nine primordial colossal beasts, each as large as a small mountain. Their terrifying aura made people tremble. More than ten primordial beings cleared the way ahead, each with fierce faces, all covered in scales. Some even had divine wings, while others were legless with serpentine bodies, raising a demonic cloud that surged skyward. This group of ancient creatures, like demon gods, hailed from the Divine Spirit Valley, one of the origins of the strongest primordial royal clans. All brimming with murderous aura, they also entered the Ji clan. The person in the chariot was Zi Tiandu. Furthermore, sharing the chariot with him was a purple-haired woman, like a flawless elf, even her pupils were purple, and her skin was as white as jade. She was his elder sister.

In these last two days, the Ji family’s gates bustled with activity. Everyone of significant status in the Southern Domain came, all sensing a great storm was brewing and wanting to witness it firsthand. On the final day, representatives from all major forces in the Eastern Wasteland arrived, making it a globally watched event. Everyone wanted to see what methods Ye Fan possessed and if he could reverse the desperate situation.

“Ye Zi, where are you? Please, don’t come here to die!” Pang Bo was extremely anxious. He had come as the successor of the Demon Emperor. Although the Ji family was polite, he couldn't change anything.

“Great-grandfather, I am your Ziyue! I want to leave here, I am not your bargaining chip…” Ji Ziyue felt wronged, tears welling up in her bright, expressive eyes.

In countless places, people reacted differently, all paying close attention, quietly waiting for Ye Fan to appear. It was speculated that he wouldn't start strong and then fade, nor would he flee back to the Northern Domain; his appearance was only a matter of time.

The last day arrived. The Ji family’s main hall was filled with distinguished guests, truly like an engagement ceremony. Many major forces visited, presenting precious gifts. “Didn’t they say the Saint Body was coming? Why hasn’t he appeared yet?” Someone in a corner whispered. Most visitors were there because of the impending conflict.

On the other side, Wang Chengkun wore a faint, indifferent smile, still talking about his son, Teng. He constantly praised “Teng’er,” making the Saint Body seem utterly insignificant in comparison. From afar, Pang Bo sneered repeatedly, saying, “My dad is Li Gang, my son is Wang Teng—it’s practically a catchphrase now!”

One of Wang Teng’s uncles looked over, glaring at him with ill intent, a murderous glint in his eyes. However, it was not appropriate to act in the stronghold of a major power like the Ji family.

“Will the Saint Body still come? Why hasn’t he appeared yet?” Many people grew suspicious; logically, he should have arrived.

“Is there any need to ask? He’s a coward, too scared to come,” someone from the Wang family sneered. Some young people from the Wang family echoed, all showing disdain. Some even outright mocked and ridiculed him without restraint. “What’s a Saint Body? With my clan brother here, what waves can he make? Hiding away obediently is the right path.” “Does *he* really think he can contend with my clan brother?!”

*Boom!*

Suddenly, the distant horizon trembled. A terrifying aura emanated, sweeping from afar, causing the ancient palaces within the Ji family to shake. The Ji family elders were astonished. Someone had arrived bearing a supreme secret treasure, touching the hidden array patterns, and was detected by the mysterious, incomplete ancient formation left by the Void Emperor.

“Who comes?” A Ji family expert asked from afar.

“Ye Fan!” As these two words were uttered, deep within the Ji family, inside the magnificent ancient palaces, many people were shaken. Ye Fan had truly arrived.

“Why have you come?” An old cultivator stepped forward.

“To visit the Ji family and slay Wang Teng!” The words resonated like thunder across the long sky, heard by everyone.

A brief silence, then an uproar. Ye Fan had really come! And with such might, everyone stood up. If they weren’t in the Ji family’s domain, many would have rushed out directly. The Ji family possessed hundreds of floating islands and magnificent immortal mountains alone, not to mention various palaces. It was like an ancient Heavenly Court.

A prominent figure from the Ji family stood up, deciding to see for himself. Others naturally took this opportunity to rise, all wanting to know what Ye Fan’s reliance was.

When everyone came out, they were all dumbfounded. Ye Fan arrived carrying a bronze coffin, standing before the divine land, gazing calmly and serenely at this sacred place that had remained unbreached for over a hundred thousand years.

“Is he serious? Carrying a bronze coffin to a decisive battle…?” After a moment of speechless bewilderment, some couldn’t help but mutter. Some people from the Wang family burst into laughter, their last doubts vanishing, all showing mockery. “What good is a broken bronze coffin?” Everyone was speechless. Carrying a coffin into battle was too unconventional, never before seen.

At this moment, only Pang Bo was excited. He could barely believe his eyes, rushing forward first, muttering repeatedly: “You genius, you absolute genius, Ye Zi, you’re incredibly talented!”