Chapter 1504: Divine Coffin Suppresses the Mountain
A stone coffin less than a palm’s length, only four fingers wide, appeared in Ye Fan’s hand.
Its style was simple and natural, with faint carved marks. Upon careful examination, one could discern that they were sun, moon, stars, flowers, birds, fish, insects, and other such things—ancient and eternal objects.
The Mythical Era Nine-Layered Coffin!
Ye Fan had finally taken out this ominous artifact, determined to burn his boats and use it to strike Mount Sumeru, breaking through the Great Thunderclap Monastery.
Most people were puzzled upon seeing it, their faces showing doubt, completely unaware of what it was. What use could a palm-sized little coffin be? Could it possibly be more powerful than an Imperial Artifact?
Only a few people were moved upon seeing it, their expressions shifting in shock and suspicion as they vaguely discerned its origins, instantly recalling many legends about this type of coffin.
“Is it truly the Divine Spirit’s coffin from the Mythical Era?!”
Many from the Ancient Clan had arrived. The voices of some old clan leaders from the Ancient Imperial Clans trembled. They were closer to the Mythical Era than people of today and naturally understood much more about this kind of coffin.
“Are there any terrifying taboos associated with it?” Many were confused and asked those around them, sparking a wave of discussion.
Meanwhile, a few old-timer giants among the saints from the outer domains also looked forward, drawing closer to observe. All showed expressions of shock, their hearts pounding violently.
“It really seems like that kind of thing!”
When a few senior experts whispered, revealing the origins and terrifying aspects of this coffin, everyone felt as if doused in ice water, a layer of cold goosebumps rising on their skin.
Legend had it that it was buried above the Nine Heavens, never sinking into the yellow earth.
Everyone’s breathing quickened, their hearts racing uncontrollably. Where had Ye Fan obtained this? To have such a trump card was truly hair-raising.
This kind of thing must not be provoked. One misstep could lead to the annihilation of an entire clan.
“The legend of the Divine Spirit Nine-Layered Coffin is too terrifying. It must not be moved. Upon seeing it, one should pay respects and bury it beyond the heavens, releasing it into the depths of the universe.”
The saints from the outer domains, the old clan leaders of the Ancient Imperial Clans, and others all wore solemn expressions. Even those on Ye Fan’s own side were extremely serious, treating this matter with great caution and care.
One person stood out the most: the Divine Silkworm Daoist. His reaction was far more intense than others. With a *teng* sound, he stood bolt upright, like a divine sword being unsheathed, emitting a piercing aura that swept away his previous dejection.
At that moment, his eyes shone with brilliant divine light, the materialized rays stretching for several li. His lips trembled repeatedly, and his fists clenched tightly.
Others naturally noticed his abnormality and cautiously inquired. But he paid them no heed, his gaze fixed unblinkingly, like an immortal statue staring ahead.
Everyone knew he had a strange temper. Even the Divine Silkworm Princess was often helpless against it. Qi Luo, Ye Tong, and the others naturally wouldn’t press him and left him alone.
“You intend to use this to oppose my Mount Sumeru?!” The old monk Maha’s voice finally changed. His expression was not good as he chanted the Buddha’s name, saying, “Using it might harm yourself first.”
“That’s none of your concern,” Ye Fan said calmly.
Deep in the starry sky, during the battle at the Divine Realm, the indestructible Divine Domain had been destroyed. Emperor Void’s ancient coffin had played a crucial role, shattering all the faith power.
Ye Fan taking out the Nine-Layered Coffin now was certainly not to completely replicate the outcome of the Divine Domain battle.
The Divine Domain had been tampered with by a Heavenly Venerable, so the Great Emperor’s baleful aura could destroy the faith power there. But Mount Sumeru was different; it had not been cursed and could not possibly be ignited like a firecracker.
In the Divine Domain battle, the heroes had merely used the baleful aura emitted by the Great Emperor’s corpse to destroy an immortal divine sect.
Now, Ye Fan wanted to use the true Divine Spirit corpse inside, not just the baleful aura. He intended to place the entire Imperial corpse into Mount Sumeru.
If successful, this would be an absolute catastrophic disaster.
All the Ancient Clans wore solemn expressions, vividly recalling an old incident. In the Primordial Era, an extremely powerful race had obtained a Nine-Layered Coffin but ultimately ended up annihilated. It was all because they had touched the forbidden things at the deepest part of the coffin.
Back then, when Ye Fan and the others obtained this coffin from the ancestral temple of the Feather Transformation Divine Dynasty, the Holy Prince had also solemnly mentioned that Primordial tragedy as a warning.
Now, having exhausted various methods to no avail against Mount Sumeru, Ye Fan decided to use this trump card. How many people had ever seen a complete Imperial corpse? It had almost never manifested in the world, instantly causing an uproar!
“Amitabha, good, good!” The old monk Maha’s chanting of the Buddha’s name now carried anger. He was no longer as calm and composed as before. His eyes emitted astonishing beams of light, fixed on Ye Fan’s palm.
Ye Fan did not hesitate. He flipped his hand and sent the small coffin into the Source Heaven Forbidden Array. At the very forefront of Mount Sumeru, there happened to be an empty spot for an array flag, clearly left for this coffin.
The Imperial baleful aura could not achieve victory in one strike, but using the true Imperial corpse to suppress Mount Sumeru, which had not been cursed, would surely be effective. It should be able to tear open the mountain gate.
In this world, nothing could harm a Great Emperor. Even after their death, their bodies remained indestructible.
Within the Source Heaven Array, runes flickered, and a hazy chaotic mist flowed, drawing upon all the primordial essence of heaven and earth. The patterns spread to the array flag at the very front.
Ye Fan cut his wrist. Stream after stream of golden blood dripped down. Using the Weapon Art, he sent it into the array, where it fell onto the small coffin. With a *kacha* sound, a crack appeared, and the first layer opened.
This layer revealed nothing special. The inner coffin was one size smaller, still simple and unadorned, carved with various faint patterns.
The Divine Spirit Coffin did not enter the mortal world, did not sink into yellow earth, and was forever buried above the Nine Heavens. Its origins and significance were astonishingly great.
Everyone held their breath, extremely tense. Today, they might witness a grand event few had ever seen before. It was destined to be terrifying and would be recorded in history.
“The Divine Spirit is flawless. The mortal world is not enough to bury it. Even in death, it remains undefiled. Only the Nine Heavens are their final resting place, their ultimate destination in the unreachable heights of the mortal realm.”
Now, the Divine Spirit Coffin was placed in the array like this. Once opened, it would inevitably trigger an earth-shattering event.
Layer after layer… the small coffin continued to open.
A great deal of blood flowed from Ye Fan’s wrist. Golden light surged into the sky, and powerful fluctuations raged violently, like a golden flame burning, flying into the array.
The Divine Spirit Coffin was enveloped by this golden blood, as if burning fiercely. In no time, six layers had been opened in succession, with no unexpected incidents occurring.
Yet everyone’s hearts felt exceptionally oppressed. All the saints were retreating, moving as far away as possible to avoid being affected. This place would likely soon become a land of calamity.
“Stop!” The old monk Maha could no longer remain calm and shouted loudly.
Meanwhile, the Great Peacock Bright King held the Demon-Subduing Pestle, ready to deal with any sudden change. The golden crown on her head shimmered, and the Buddha’s Enlightenment Diagram emerged, hazy and indistinct, making her appear awe-inspiring and imposing.
“What is your intention? To release Huahua from the mountain?” Ye Fan asked coldly.
“His being on Mount Sumeru is a kind of fruition…”
“There’s nothing more to say!” Ye Fan directly interrupted his words. The golden blood from his wrist flowed more heavily, and he directly opened the seventh layer of the stone coffin.
When he reached the eighth layer, the blood from his wrist was no longer sufficient. He pointed at his heart, cutting a wound, and refined the essence of his heart blood.
“Kacha!”
The eighth layer of the coffin opened, revealing the final small coffin. At this point, the surroundings were deathly still, silent as a graveyard. Everyone held their breath.
Even the Arhats, Dharma Protectors, Bodhisattvas, and Ancient Buddhas on Mount Sumeru felt their hearts pound faster. But their expressions remained cold, silent, staring fixedly.
The final, ultimate small coffin appeared before the world’s eyes. It was only as long as a thumb, simple and plain, yet it made everyone’s blood run cold, as if facing a primordial divine spirit.
An invisible pressure surged forth. Everyone’s nerves were taut, tense to the extreme, waiting for the final ancient coffin to open, wanting to see what great secrets it held.
The last layer was solid and indestructible, very difficult to open. Ye Fan expended a great deal of heart blood essence, his face turning pale, yet it still did not budge.
“Kacha!”
Finally, he refined his heart blood again. His body swayed; the consumption was too great! He sprinkled the essence of his saint blood onto the stone coffin. It emitted a trembling sound, then a tiny crack appeared.
The last layer of the coffin revealed the smallest of cracks, but a vast Imperial baleful aura surged out, overwhelming heaven and earth, like an ocean, boundless and infinite, charging straight at Mount Sumeru.
Everyone’s expression changed. The Great Emperor’s primordial fluctuation had not yet emerged, but the endless baleful aura had already surged forth, flooding the front.
This Imperial baleful aura was terrifying, capable of startling gods and Buddhas. For saints, it was a disaster. For the sacred faith power, it was like fire and water—utterly incompatible, diametrically opposed.
One was the baleful aura of the dead, the other the thoughts of the living. They were in stark opposition.
Under the guidance of the Source Heaven Grand Array, the array flags rustled. The Mythical Era Nine-Layered Coffin trembled, and from the crack, Imperial baleful aura poured forth endlessly, filling heaven and earth, charging toward Mount Sumeru.
Undoubtedly, this was a great catastrophe!
This was not the Divine Domain, which had been cursed. The faith power could not be ignited. But the two forces were of different natures, like light and darkness colliding.
A violent clash!
The final small coffin was only as long as a thumb, but the Imperial baleful aura it emitted was so terrifying, like countless star rivers falling from the sky, boundless and limitless. Clearly, this was a mustard seed containing Mount Sumeru—within it lay another world, vast as a universe.
Ye Fan urged it, intending to lift the lid of the final coffin layer, allowing the Imperial corpse to appear, suppress Mount Sumeru, and break this place.
However, at this moment, he felt an ominous aura. The Source Heaven Array patterns glowed, covering the sky and earth, making him outside the array appear brilliant and sacred.
Though it seemed holy, Ye Fan frowned. His body ached sharply, as if cut by knives. His pores enlarged, and one by one, steel-needle-like red hairs pierced out, growing.
At this critical moment when the Imperial corpse was about to appear, this happened. The Source Heavenly Master’s misfortune usually erupted in old age, but here and now, it occurred.
Without holding an Imperial Artifact, Ye Fan let out a cold snort. His golden blood energy blazed, instantly burning away the red hairs all over his body, severing that alien force.
Clearly, it was not over!
“Woo… woo…”
A yin wind howled. Demonic shadows flickered. In the distance, the earth grew dim. A red-haired whirlwind arose, blotting out the sky and covering the sun, stirring up sand and stones. It looked exceptionally terrifying, charging straight toward this place.