Chapter 8: The Stellar Ancient Path
The group fell onto the five-colored altar, knocking over a pile of ancient books carved from jade blocks and stone slabs. With a loud clatter, the altar platform was left in disarray.
The ancient bronze giant coffin lay horizontally nearby, covered in patches of green patina, yet it could not conceal the faint bronze carvings—depictions of ancient deities, all bearing tear-streaked faces.
They were so close that they could reach out and touch it, filling everyone with fear and sending chills down their spines.
This five-colored altar, weathered by endless ages, was built by ancient ancestors for heaven-worshipping rituals. Could it be that those ancient emperors of yore had truly summoned something?
At that moment, everyone suddenly felt a desolate and ancient aura flowing, stirring their emotions.
Now, the nine dragon corpses and the bronze coffin lay before them. Had they truly been summoned here by the five-colored altar?
Legend had it that long before the First Emperor of Qin and Emperor Wu of Han, the Three Sovereigns, Five Emperors, and seventy-two kings of antiquity had performed grand Fengshan ceremonies here. What had they summoned?
The five-colored radiance shimmered, and the jade blocks and stone slabs on the altar suddenly became crystal clear and translucent. The ancient characters engraved upon them all blazed with light, and the entire colossal altar emanated a soft glow.
"Crack, crack, crack"
The sound of shattering echoed out. The piles of jade blocks and stone slabs suddenly fissured, then burst forth beams of light. The ancient characters carved on them seemed to come alive, all surging out and floating in the void.
"Chi, chi, chi"
More ancient characters shimmered with light, floating in midair. Then, the jade blocks and stone slabs crumbled to dust in a gentle breeze. All the ancient characters engraved on them had broken free from their bindings.
Above the bronze giant coffin, around the massive pit, thousands of ancient characters glittered, as if cast from molten iron, possessing a metallic luster and texture.
"Crack, crack, crack"
The sound of breaking came again. Nearby, the smaller five-colored earth altars also released ancient characters that shimmered and floated into the air.
Around the bronze giant coffin, it was as if stars were swaying with radiance, appearing especially mysterious under the blood-red sunset.
"That's right, everyone, don't panic. We must stay calm and believe that everything will be fine." Prince Wen's voice was also very steady, speaking to stabilize the emotions of those present.
"Indeed, don't panic. Since it's already happened, fear is useless. What matters is finding a way to escape danger." Although Lin Jia was a woman, she remained composed at this moment, without any panic.
Ye Fan did not speak, sitting quietly. The dark and mysterious passage formed by the Taiji Eight Trigram Diagram kept flashing before his eyes. Were they still on the Jade Emperor Summit? A bad premonition arose in his heart.
With the faint light of their phones, they could see terrified faces. Many people were pale, and some were even trembling.
Li Xiaoman was not far away, sitting with her knees hugged. Though her face was somewhat pale, she appeared very calm. Beside her was the American youth named Kade, and the two were quietly conversing in English.
Liu Yunzhi's hands were clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white. He was clearly nervous inside, but he did not show any panic.
In truth, everyone present was uneasy, after all, they were trapped inside a sealed bronze giant coffin.
"Did everyone fall into the bronze coffin? Let's confirm the number of people here."
"One, two, three... twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!" When they counted to the thirtieth person, the classmate responsible for counting suddenly trembled as he spoke, saying, "How can there be... a thirtieth person?!"
The class had thirty-three students in total. At the start of the gathering, three couldn't attend because they were studying abroad, and another five couldn't make it due to special reasons.
By the time they came to Mount Tai, the three overseas students had returned, but the other five still couldn't come. So, twenty-eight people made it to Mount Tai. If they added Li Xiaoman's American classmate Kade, there should only be twenty-nine people.
So how could there be thirty people now? In this cold, dark ancient coffin, at that moment, everyone felt their hair stand on end, a chill creeping up their spines.
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