# Chapter 1505: The Ninth Coffin Opens
"Woo..." Like ferocious ghosts weeping, like undead spirits wailing, this stretch of heaven and earth was shrouded in gloom, covered by leaden clouds.
This was a spine-chilling scene. When had such a strange phenomenon ever occurred before Mount Sumeru in the Western Desert? It was as if the gates of hell had swung open, and hundreds of millions of heroic spirits had charged out.
Red-haired whirlwinds swept through, demons and monsters flickered in and out of sight, ghosts wailed and spirits howled. This place was no longer fit to stay in, as if the gates of the underworld had burst open, with yin energy soaring to the heavens.
Ghostly winds split the sky, exceptionally terrifying, howling without end. Some distant low mountains were uprooted, looking extremely dreadful.
Crack!
Within the dim mist, blood-colored lightning bolts suddenly slashed down, especially conspicuous, as dazzling as splashes of fresh blood blooming, sending chills through everyone.
Such a drastic change was too astonishing, leaving everyone momentarily bewildered.
"It's raining... why does it smell so bloody?!"
In the sky, raindrops fell, carrying a pungent smell of blood, startling everyone and making their hair stand on end.
Looking up, everyone's heart turned cold. A torrential downpour of blood was falling from heaven and earth, rapidly crashing down. This scene was bloody and spectacular, like countless small rivers cascading down, scarlet and glaring, hitting the ground in an instant.
This was a Buddhist pure land, and with so many cultivators gathered here today, such a sudden change left a group of people dumbfounded.
"It's targeting Ye Fan!" Dongfang Ye said, staring at the gloomy mist, his eyes wild and fierce as he swung his great club, ready to smash over.
"The final years of a Source Heavenly Master." Ji Ziyue was startled, a worried expression appearing on her face.
"Don't act rashly, don't provoke this kind of thing." Ye Fan's expression was serious as he spoke solemnly. His earlier premonition of misfortune had indeed been correct.
On the surface of his body, a layer of red hair stubbornly grew, emerging once again. It looked quite terrifying.
The distant crowd also understood what was happening. Their spines ran cold one by one. Someone as powerful as Ye Fan, at such a realm, was actually shrouded in misfortune, undergoing such a bizarre change.
"Every Source Heavenly Master ultimately dies a miserable death. Not one has had a good end. It seems his curse has triggered early."
"We are sages, who would believe in ghosts and gods? This must be a fatal weakness of a powerful inheritance. It seems bizarre, but it's actually inevitable."
The sages naturally saw the flickering demonic shadows. Some even wanted to make a move, capture one and see what it was, but ultimately held back. Because the matter of a Source Heavenly Master's final years was very strange, too terrifying. In the past, a Saint King-rank Divine Body had lived together with a Source Heavenly Master in his final years, and the result was blood staining the wilderness.
"This is fate. Heh!" Some gloated, muttering to themselves. With Ye Fan being so domineering now, naturally no one dared to show it openly.
Many people watched without blinking. Only some old clan leaders of the Ancient Imperial Clans furrowed their brows. The Great Sages from the outer domains were also deep in thought.
"I haven't even reached my final years yet, and you dare to come and detain me?!" Ye Fan snorted coldly. Still fearless, his entire body burned with golden blood energy. The red hair was shaved off layer by layer, until finally it was completely eradicated, unable to grow back.
Before, he needed to borrow the Green Copper Cauldron, but now he could do it using only his own power.
"Woo woo..." Demonic shadows flickered, yin winds howled furiously, accompanied by a downpour of blood and red-haired whirlwinds. A group of humanoid creatures like yin spirits approached.
When they came close, one could clearly see that they were covered in corpse hair, all over half a foot long. Some were pitch black all over, others were red as blood, ferocious and terrifying.
"Clank, clank, clank!"
The sound of iron chains in the blood rain and dim mist was especially frightening, as if the undead spirits of the underworld had truly come, about to detain a soul.
"Hmph, let me see how you bring me misfortune." Ye Fan was fearless, actually striding forward to meet them.
"Roar..."
A piercing long howl rang out, soul-shaking and ear-splitting, as if a group of vicious ghosts had been unleashed, chilling many from head to toe. This momentum was no simple matter — these were Saint Ghost Kings.
"Do you think I'm as easy to bully as the past patriarchs?!" Ye Fan's eyes flashed with cold light. He transformed into a golden bolt of lightning and charged forward, taking the initiative to attack.
"Bang!"
He struck out with a palm, sending the red-haired monster in the center flying. These weren't the past patriarchs, but a group of powerful yin spirits, so he struck without restraint.
"Pfft"
The one in the center was directly shattered into pieces, his corpse turned into bloody mush, with drops of blood splattering.
Not quite human, not quite ghost. This was a peculiar life form, each one terrifying, making people wary.
Ye Fan was as fast as lightning, swinging the Heavenly Emperor Fist to sweep in all directions. His golden fist radiated dazzling light, like two blazing furnaces burning fiercely, collapsing the heavens.
Almost in an instant, he disposed of a group of yin spirits, leaving only one. He grabbed it in his hand and forcibly probed its sea of consciousness to see what was going on.
"Woo..."
Unfortunately, this kind of ominous creature only operated on instinct, with little thought. The clues in its mind were simple and sparse. It was a creature that had just given birth to spiritual intelligence but was still chaotic.
In the distance, everyone was stunned. This Human Clan Sacred Body was too ferocious. Facing misfortune, he didn't show the slightest worry. He simply and directly killed all the demonic shadows, and even grabbed one in his hand.
"Truly a great calamity!"
"A heaven-defying fierce man!"
These were the thoughts of many, unable to help but sigh softly.
What was clearly a misfortune turned into Ye Fan violently beating them, killing all the red-haired monsters that came. Completely different from what past Source Heavenly Masters had experienced.
In the end, it was because Ye Fan was strong enough. Now possessing early Great Sage-level combat power, this kind of misfortune couldn't shake him. Those who came would only be killed instead.
After Ye Fan finished searching its chaotic sea of consciousness, he slapped the red-haired monster's head, shattering it. It fell to the ground, turning into a pool of blood, then burned to ashes.
Everyone was stunned. The Human Clan Sacred Body was so domineering — who exactly was causing trouble for whom? It looked more like he was cleaning up a bunch of country bumpkins, killing them all cleanly.
"Underworld!"
Ye Fan only spat out these two words. Through searching its muddled thoughts, he finally gained something. These were troops of the Underworld, sent here to detain him.
Of course, it wasn't by order, but because the Source Art grand formation he had laid was too astonishing, stirring the instincts of these creatures. Moreover, the vast Emperor Malice had also awakened them.
The Source Heaven Grand Formation and corpse fiend energy were things that could disturb them. These chaotic creatures were attracted here. The one in charge wasn't present, and no one restrained them, resulting in this outcome.
"Deploying troops in the Western Desert — the Underworld has great ambitions!" Ye Fan sneered.
Unfortunately, he had encountered them today, and they had come to detain him. This made him somewhat regretful. He couldn't help but shake his head.
After killing this group of creatures, all the abnormal phenomena disappeared.
The old clan leaders of the Ancient Imperial Clans and the Great Sages from the outer domains all furrowed their brows, also thinking of this inheritance — the Underworld. Many muttered to themselves, "Could it be that they have come? If so, the Big Dipper won't be peaceful in the days to come."
Chasing corpses and driving spirits — that was the Underworld. After so many years, were they really going to move on the Burial Emperor Star? If they succeeded, it would be a feast for them.
Although it was unexpectedly interrupted, the battle still had to continue. Moreover, the Divine Spirit Coffin was now constantly releasing malice, eroding Sumeru's faith power. Even if it couldn't ignite it, it could devour it, because the two were opposed. They would inevitably clash, consuming a massive amount of faith power.
Ye Fan was very decisive. He drank a pot of Heavenly Venerable Life Spring liquid to replenish his essence, then cut open another wound on his chest, refining the essence of his heart blood.
He was determined to open the ninth coffin lid, let the Emperor corpse emerge, and suppress it toward Mount Sumeru's gate, opening a path.
The heart blood was like golden liquid, blazing and dazzling. Drop by drop, it fell onto the Divine Spirit Stone Coffin, causing it to tremble violently. The gap grew larger, and Emperor Malice surged skyward, rolling out as if it wouldn't stop until it drowned Sumeru.
Ye Fan activated the Source Art grand formation, almost pressing the ancient coffin right up to Mount Sumeru.
"Boom!"
Mount Sumeru shook, sensing a threat. The Emperor-rank corpse in the coffin was about to emerge, pressing down so that even the ten-thousand-year Buddhist mountain couldn't remain calm. It confronted it tit for tat, resisting.
"Benefactor Ye, are you really going to see this through?" The old monk Maha was anxious.
Ye Fan paid no attention. By now, a large amount of his precious essence blood had flowed out. How could he stop here!
Crack!
A terrible sound came. The last layer of the Divine Spirit Ancient Coffin buried in the nine heavens was opened. The coffin lid fell to the side. In an instant, a great wind arose, the sun and moon trembled, and the stars in the Milky Way quaked!
In just that moment, the entire Western Desert felt as if ten thousand giant mountains had been pressed down upon it, making it hard for everyone to breathe. Even Great Sages felt fear.
The small coffin was only as long as a thumb, but inside, chaos surged violently, as if a brand new world was evolving, undergoing the creation of heaven and earth!
The stone coffin looked very small, able to be held in the palm, but inside, there was another world. When one looked, their soul felt like it would be swallowed, feeling as vast as an ocean.
At this moment, no one was not trembling. Including the Great Sages, many sages couldn't help but kneel down, their souls shaking, their divine consciousness about to shatter.
Inside the thumb-length small coffin, Emperor Malice and chaos emerged together, pressing toward Mount Sumeru to intimidate it.
Ye Fan endured tremendous pressure and finally pushed the ancient coffin toward Mount Sumeru. But as he moved, many Source Heaven patterns directly shattered, turning to dust.
To think, many of them were made from Sacred Bones, divine materials, Saint King artifacts, and yet they still couldn't withstand the impact of a mysterious fluctuation from the Emperor coffin!
"Great Emperor... corpse!"
Everyone's legs trembled as they barely uttered these four words. It had truly emerged. Only an Emperor corpse could have such power.
"Boom!"
Finally, chaos swelled, Emperor Malice filled the sky, and a complete riot broke out. A true Great Emperor's aura and fluctuation surged from the coffin, sweeping across the nine heavens and ten lands.
The sages submitted, trembling, barely able to speak. This was all too shocking.
Only one person cried out — that was Divine Silkworm Daoist. His eyes shot out two terrifying beams of light, and then he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Father... is it really you!"
Those nearby heard him. Qi Luo, Ye Tong, Old Immortal, and others felt their scalps tingle. This was the Ancient Emperor of Divine Silkworm Ridge? Too unbelievable!
Divine Silkworm Princess was also shocked, muttering to herself, "Ancient Emperor... how is this possible? Wasn't it said that his coffin had nine colors shooting into the heavens, condensing the Mysterious Yellow of heaven and earth, enormous, spanning the Milky Way? How has it become like this now?!"
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