Chapter 906: The Divine Coffin Buried in the Ninth Heaven

Chapter 908: The Divine Coffin Buried Above the Nine Heavens

Numerous cultivators fled for their lives, many almost scared out of their wits. These two worms lived up to their name as "God-Slayers," likely not far from being pure-blooded ancestral worms. They possessed the cultivation level of a Saint, and their physical bodies were even stronger, enabling them to absolutely slay Saints. None could rival them!

"Run!" everyone shouted, fleeing without looking back. They flew towards the thirty-second layer of the temple's small world, preparing to leave this place completely and venture no deeper.

At this point, even inherited Saint Weapons were barely sufficient. It was estimated that those who entered might be completely annihilated. Only by activating Emperor Weapons could lives be saved, but only a few divine dynasties and sacred lands possessed them.

However, while everyone else was fleeing outwards, some individuals went against the current, rushing directly towards the thirty-fourth layer of the temple's small world and vanishing into the stone gate in a blink.

People's thoughts differ, and their minds can never be the same; there will always be madmen who are fearless in the face of death, regardless of the situation.

In a blink of an eye, the thirty-third layer of the temple's small world fell silent. Everyone had fled, even powerful figures like Half-Saint Qiluo scrambled wildly, daring not to act profound.

"Hey, assassin leader," incited the big black dog, "with your fearless assassination spirit, now would be the time to pull chestnuts out of the fire and bring out that heaven-defying stone box."

Everyone had seen it: on the altar lay an immortal material—Immortal Tear Green Gold. Who knew what even more heaven-defying item might be inside the stone box, guarded as it was by two Saint-level divine worms.

Qiluo said nothing. He simply lifted himself and sat on the Black Emperor, who was like a great bull. He stopped running, using it as a mount and almost making it collapse.

"Woof! You old scoundrel!" barked the Black Emperor.

Qiluo didn't want to be targeted by this black dog, which could carve Emperor-level killing formations, and this was understandable. He pushed off its body and leaped forward.

"Grave Robber, don't you have a unique skill?" the big black dog said, refusing to give up as it approached Duan De. "You could also try."

Duan De's heart stirred, and he actually intended to stop, appearing lost in thought.

"Fatty, you're not actually tempted, are you?" warned the old blind man. "That thing devours even primordial spirits; if you're caught, your body and spirit will be annihilated."

"I think that stone box really looks like a small coffin," Duan De murmured to himself. "Although it's only palm-length, its style is exactly like the legendary ancient coffin of the Divine Spirit."

"Are there palm-sized divine spirits?" the monkey scoffed. Having lived since the Primordial Era, he knew more about the legends of divine spirits than anyone else.

"Although it's too small, that style is very accurate," Duan De pondered. "I have extensive research on ancient coffins."

"Hurry up and go!" Qiluo said, kicking his backside. Now was not the time to be distracted, as their lives would be in danger at any moment, and even he couldn't handle it.

"Wait, those two dragons, or rather, divine worms, are dead; they're not living creatures!" Dongfang Ye suddenly exclaimed. Having lived in deep mountains and vast marshes year-round, he was most sensitive to the aura of various primordial fierce beasts.

Several people were stunned. The two God-Slaying worms hadn't pursued them, which indeed didn't align with common sense. Such beings, more powerful than Primordial beasts, would cause heaven and earth to crumble once they unleashed their might.

Initially, four Half-Saint level divine worms had revived and rushed out, leading people to assume, based on this preconception, that the two God-Slaying worms, resembling true dragons, were also alive.

At this moment, they had already flown out of the thirty-third layer. The stone gate had not yet tightly sealed, and looking inside, they did not see the two Saint-level divine worms appear.

"Going back like this is very risky," Qiluo said. "If they are alive, we will surely die."

"I'll go back," Ye Fan said. "Otherwise, I was already planning to find a way to the deepest part of the ancestral temple anyway."

"I'm sure," Dongfang Ye stated with certainty, "those two divine worms truly have no life fluctuations."

"The barbarian's intuition has always been accurate," Duan De said. "He deals with primordial fierce beasts year-round, so he's most likely not wrong. There's no time now; others might figure it out later."

"How about this?" Ye Fan said. "Don't all go in, just in case."

In the end, he and Qiluo took the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Pot with them, preparing to enter. Meanwhile, Ji Ziyue refused to leave no matter what, insisting on staying by Ye Fan's side. Everyone else waited outside.

The stone gate was not closed. After Ye Fan and the other two entered, they began to imitate various miserable screams, which sounded incredibly shrill and spread into the thirty-second layer of the temple's small world.

Those who were fleeing heard the shrill screams echoing through the stone gate, their hearts pounding in terror. They fled even more quickly, scared out of their wits. They knew well that even ancient Saints would meet a bitter end if they came, and if the two God-Slaying worms were alive, they were absolutely invincible!

Ye Fan, Qiluo, and Ji Ziyue collectively activated the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Pot, causing it to hover above their heads and cascade down rays of dark light, protecting them thoroughly.

They returned to the altar. Although the stone slab had been split open, the blood in the stone groove was still flowing, forming an ancient and eerie pattern as it descended into the altar's interior.

The one-meter-high stone palace was almost perfect, a true masterpiece of nature. If magnified thousands of times, it would absolutely be a towering, immortal heavenly palace.

The two God-Slaying worms coiled around it, their entire bodies glowing. They exuded the domineering aura of true dragons, their bodies robust and powerful, inspiring awe.

"They're really dead!" Qiluo exclaimed.

Ye Fan observed carefully and let out a long breath. The divine source sealing them had two holes from an unknown era; they must have emerged before, and although they later burrowed back in, they had ultimately broken the seal.

Qiluo pried open the divine source block and lifted out the two God-Slaying worms. They were dead but not decaying; although their essence had mostly dissipated, there were still wisps of Saintly prestige.

If the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Pot hadn't been there, the moment the two divine worms emerged from the source block, ordinary people would have had no way to approach them. Such was the might of these divine worms, like true dragons.

"This is truly a good find," Qiluo remarked. "Ancient Saints usually return to the Great Dao after their nirvana, melting themselves into heaven and earth. Few preserve their physical bodies."

Qiluo's single eye shone with dazzling divine light. This was a rare divine material that could be used as an external incarnation. One should know that the corpses of these two divine worms were much more powerful than the bodies of ancient Saints, making it like gaining a pair of divine wings for the old assassin.

"This really looks like a small coffin," Ji Ziyue said in surprise, taking the stone box into her hand.

The three of them observed carefully here again and were all surprised. The blood flowing from the blood grooves would fall into the stone palace, and then, following the dotted lines inside the stone palace, it would ultimately converge on this small stone coffin.

This was truly strange and eerie. Was this peculiar small coffin meant to be doused with fresh blood? What was its purpose? It left them utterly perplexed.

"In ancient times, someone once doused it with blood, and it was at least Saint's blood!" Ji Ziyue said. She caressed the stone box with her delicate hands, and indeed, there were bloodstains on it. Even though more than two hundred thousand years had passed and its essence had long dissipated, it was Saint's blood after all, remaining crimson and dry, not having disappeared.

Ye Fan and Qiluo both felt their scalps tingle. What exactly was this thing that required to be doused with Saint's blood? Then, they immediately understood that the damaged altar's blood grooves served a great purpose; it was not an ordinary living sacrifice at all!

"The blood flowing in the grooves is Saint's blood..." Even Qiluo shivered.

Could it truly be, as Duan De said, an ancient divine coffin containing something heaven-defying? Looking at the ancient carvings and style on the stone box, they felt a sense of antiquity.

"Let's leave here first," Ji Ziyue said, "and find an uninhabited place to open it."

They transformed into three rays of light and left the place. Soon, they met up with the monkey and the others, then disappeared into the rainy night, vanishing in a corner.

The thirty-second layer of the small world was dim, with dry, hard ground, swaying forest shadows, and lingering wisps of black mist. This was an extremely dangerous world where Heavenly Generals roamed, all of whom had already severed their paths, moving silently and possessing unmatched power. Countless people had died trying to pass this level.

As soon as Ye Fan and the others had concealed themselves, many people rushed back. The sacred lands had gone and returned, surprisingly bringing back reinforcements, with the oppressive aura of Emperor Weapons overflowing.

"Fellow Daoists, the situation has changed!" someone shouted from within the small world. "Various sects outside have conferred and have come to rescue you all!"

Someone in the small world shouted loudly, spreading this news and informing everyone that the forces from various sects entering were no longer limited to just a few individuals.

"This clearly indicates a major assault," the monkey said, full of doubt. "Are they deploying Emperor Weapons?"

"Boom!"

Soon after, a wisp of imperial might arose, passing through the stone gate and emanating from the thirty-third layer of the small world. Ye Fan and the others saw an immortal sword, like an ancestral dragon, hanging in the air, possessing an aura that suppressed all heavens and myriad worlds, as if it could shatter past, present, and future.

The Grand Emperor Sword!

This was the Grand Emperor Sword of the Great Xia Divine Dynasty. A group of people came forward, pushing down the blood altar and inspecting it thoroughly. They found nothing and all looked at each other in dismay.

"The dangers of the ancestral temple are beyond imagination," someone commented. "The Four Great Divine Dynasties and the Yaoguang Sacred Land all harbored fear, and after re-consulting with various sects, they are all getting serious now."

"The last few layers will likely be even more dangerous," someone said. "Without Emperor Weapons, it might be impossible to move an inch."

People knew that the critical moment had arrived. Now, various sects were willing to use their foundational strengths, and who knew what might appear in the last few layers of the ancestral temple. There would likely be significant changes.

Duan De handled the stone box, turning it over and over, an odd expression appearing on his face, which then turned solemn.

As soon as Ye Fan returned, he handed the stone box to the "professional" and watched from the side. If you called it a coffin, it had no lid; it was forged as a single piece, appearing solid, as if carved by someone.

"This is truly... a Seamless Divine Coffin!" Duan De's expression became extremely solemn. He had robbed graves his entire life, yet this was the first time he had seen such a legendary coffin, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.

According to him, this coffin was terrifyingly ancient, likely from before the Primordial Era. Its carvings were ancient, with inscrutable patterns resembling flowers, birds, fish, and insects.

The monkey shook his head in refutation, stating that during the Primordial Era, there were almost no coffins, and people of various races did not use coffins for burial, so it shouldn't be from that period.

"Regarding ancient races, I don't know as much as you do," Duan De said proudly. "But regarding coffins, I know far more than you. There isn't a coffin from ancient times to the present that I don't recognize; I can tell what's what with just a sniff."

He claimed that coffins were not absolutely unused during the Primordial Era, but only those who were almost divine would possess them. Such individuals would occasionally use coffins to honor fallen subordinates.

Coffins seemed to hold special significance for those who were almost divine.

"I dare say," Duan De continued, "your old man, the Dou Zhan Saint Emperor, must have had a unique coffin when he was finally buried, perhaps even more magnificent than the Undying Heavenly Emperor's enlightenment ancient tea tree coffin." His words left everyone speechless; even the monkey couldn't find a good reason to hit him.

"Who among you has seen such a small divine spirit?" Pang Bo sneered. "Not even as long as my palm."

"That's true," Duan De murmured to himself. "How could a divine spirit use such a small coffin? But... why is it guarded by two Saint-level divine worms? Could there be some artifact comparable to a divine spirit?" Then he caressed the patterns, utterly shocked. He saw some clues and declared, "This is indeed an ancient divine coffin, and one of immense origin; it should be buried above the Nine Heavens!"

Everyone could not calm down. They finally discussed that they should open it and take a look now, and if there were indeed problems, they would just throw it towards the Grand Emperor Sword.