# Chapter 434: Gathering All Divine Fruits
The interior of the giant bronze coffin was filled with a mysterious aura. Various bronze engravings flickered, emitting a radiance that was not particularly brilliant, alternating between bright and dim.
The patina was thick, yet it still could not conceal those blurry bronze carvings. There were ancient ancestors gazing up at the starry sky, and primordial deities bearing tear stains...
At this moment, they seemed to have come to life, as if about to burst through the verdigris and the thick layers of rust, giving one an incredibly vivid sensation.
Ye Fan's heart was shaken. He released the small bronze coffin and carefully captured all of this, observing intently, wanting to comprehend the mysteries within.
More blurry bronze carvings flickered. A ferocious nine-headed divine bird spread its wings and soared high, cutting across the azure sky. A creature resembling the Battle-Saint Ape stood atop the clouds, its staff splitting the heavens.
There were ancient ferocious beasts recorded in the *Classic of Mountains and Seas*, such as the Taotie, Qiongqi, and Taowu, as well as many unfamiliar creatures—massive in form, ferocious in appearance, so lifelike they inspired fear.
What Ye Fan focused on most was naturally that starry sky chart. It was so real and profound, ever-changing, making one feel the vastness and boundlessness, as a cold and dark aura rushed toward him.
He wanted to capture that ancient stellar path, but that fine thread extended too quickly, flickering in and out of existence. He had no idea through which star domains it had passed.
Because the star domains were infinite, without reference coordinates, he had no way to identify them. Gazing at the star domain from the other end was completely different from looking up here—he didn't know from what perspective it was viewed.
"Mount Tai, the ancient Yinghuo Star, the Ancient Forbidden Land... does it point next to the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain?" Ye Fan muttered to himself, filled with astonishment.
*Swoosh*
With a flash of light, the various carvings on the coffin walls lost their luster and quickly dimmed. They all seemed connected to the small bronze coffin. Once he stopped touching it, everything calmed down.
The small bronze coffin inside the giant outer coffin was about four meters long and less than two meters wide. It was ancient and dull, engraved with ancient diagrams, covered in verdigris, and inscribed with the marks of time.
*Clang!*
Ye Fan exerted force, trying to lift the coffin lid. He had endless questions in his heart—what kind of figure was buried in the coffin pulled by the nine dragons?
*Hum!*
Sure enough, when he moved the small coffin again, the various carvings flickered once more, filled with a sense of mystery.
*Clang!*
Ye Fan felt as if he were trying to uproot a mountain. The bronze coffin was as heavy as a great peak. He used all his strength, his entire body as if cast from gold, his golden blood essence boiling. The bones of his indestructible sacred body creaked, nearly breaking.
*Boom!*
Finally, he managed to open the ancient coffin lid a crack, revealing a tiny gap. A wisp of chaotic energy seeped out, instantly sending him flying.
Even someone as strong as a Golden Body Sacred Body had a bloody hole punched straight through him. If not for the green copper block in his bitter sea gently vibrating and absorbing that wisp of hazy chaotic energy, he would have been reduced to powder.
Ye Fan was horrified. This was too terrifying—a single wisp of chaotic energy! A minor-accomplishment Sacred Body was like paper, utterly unable to withstand it. This result shook him to his core.
He quickly drank divine spring water to heal his injured body. He did not want his Dao wounds, which were on the verge of healing, to be destroyed by this ancient coffin. His entire body surged with essence energy, flowing rapidly.
Ye Fan's heart was filled with indescribable shock. What was inside the small bronze coffin? It could chant the heavenly sounds of the Dao—perhaps it was an ancient scripture. The wisp of chaotic energy that leaked out suggested it could be a supreme treasure. If it were a corpse, that would be even more terrifying.
It took a long time for Ye Fan's wounds to heal. Naturally, he dared not lift the coffin lid again, as there was a deadly killing intent!
He paced within the giant coffin, carefully observing each carving, pondering deeply. The more he thought, the more alarmed he became. Countless astonishing ideas arose in his mind.
The vast star domains held too many secrets. The ancient stellar path had no end, no known destination. This ancient and mysterious star field might only be a segment of the journey.
The Nine Dragons Coffin might have set sail in ancient times. Where was it heading? Perhaps... without beginning or end, without answers, without a known destination.
Ye Fan pondered for a long time, then took the Qilin divine medicine seed and the seven-colored small stone, walked out of the ancient coffin, and approached the nine massive dragon corpses, eyeing them with interest.
Whether they were true dragons or not, their forms were so similar that they were certainly extraordinary. Even if they were flood dragons, they had likely evolved to an unfathomable realm.
The fact that they pulled the bronze coffin through the boundless star domains without decaying was enough to explain everything. Their bodies were treasures throughout.
Ye Fan's Dao wounds had not yet healed, but his physical body had mostly recovered, possessing unmatched divine strength. He wanted to drain dragon blood again, but after struggling for a long time, he could not pull off a single dragon scale.
*Dang!*
He tried to break off a dragon horn, but the force split his own tiger's mouth open, yet he could not remove it. He grabbed a dragon whisker, nearly severing his palm, but could not cut it off either.
"This is a supreme divine treasure. I guard them, yet I cannot extract even a single thing."
Ye Fan was truly at a loss. He tried to carry away a dragon, but found it heavier than a mountain, and it was connected to the bronze coffin by iron chains that he could neither cut nor move.
In the following days, while recuperating, he studied the bronze coffin and the nine dragons. But though he knew they were treasures, he was helpless.
He could not cut them, could not move them. Guarding a mountain of treasure but unable to obtain a single copper coin—this was a truly frustrating situation.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Fan had been in the Ancient Forbidden Land for over twenty days. In this primordial heaven and earth, his Dao wounds were indeed gradually improving.
Several years ago, he had picked two types of divine fruits. Now he had picked three more. Four divine roots remained on the nine sacred mountains, and he decided to take another risk.
This time, he was very successful. He picked the sixth type of sacred fruit, shaped like small suns, each one golden and perfectly round, each the size of an infant's fist.
This sixth divine root had nine small trees growing together, naturally bearing nine fruits. Holding them in his palm, they illuminated his entire body with brilliance.
The bronze coffin was filled with splendor, overflowing with fragrance, shining brightly. Just smelling their aura gave one the illusion of ascending to immortality. Every pore on his body opened wide, continuously being baptized by divine power.
They truly seemed like the essence of suns—mysterious and powerful in medicinal properties, beautiful and crystalline, intoxicating just to look at.
Ye Fan began to go into seclusion again. On the sixth day, after refining two golden sun fruits, fragmented Dao diagrams swirled around him, imprinted themselves into his body, and merged into his Dao wounds.
He could clearly see the wounds slowly healing, the injuries improving. At the same time, his physical body began to change, as if his bones and flesh were about to regenerate.
Earlier, when he entered the holy land, he had been severely injured by the power of desolation. He had consumed seven sacred fruits, only recovering to a vigorous state. Now, after refining two more golden sun divine fruits, his five viscera and six bowels vibrated together, showing signs of rebirth and transformation.
Three days later, when he refined the third sun divine fruit, his bones crackled, his flesh split open, and he shed a layer of old skin, giving birth to a new body.
His physical body became extremely powerful, shedding its aged form, once again full of vitality and vigor. His fleshly shell was even stronger than before!
He sealed the remaining six golden fruits, because the fragments of heavenly laws within them were the same and would no longer be effective against his Dao wounds.
*Clang!*
Ye Fan exerted force and actually managed to carry the small bronze coffin on his back. This showed how powerful his divine strength had become, surpassing the past.
Although it was very difficult, he truly moved it, as if carrying a mountain. His entire body surged with essence energy, sweat streaming down, golden blood essence like flames wrapping around his body.
*Dang!*
When he set down the small bronze coffin, a thunderous sound rang out. The coffin and the outer coffin had a mutual attraction, recombining together.
"There are still three types of fruits. I will pick them all and smooth over my Dao wounds!"
But in the following days, Ye Fan saw the Desolate Slaves several times. He dared not ascend the mountain, fearing he would invite deadly disaster. He waited like this for half a month, seeing them twice more.
"It seems I can only carry the small bronze coffin up the mountain."
After making this decision, Ye Fan carried the small coffin on his back and slowly walked up the mountain that very day. It pressed down so hard that all his bones creaked. With every step, the iron-hard sacred mountain cracked open with large fissures.
After ascending the sacred mountain, he indeed saw the Desolate Slaves again—a white-haired man, the Holy Maiden of Tianshu, and an old man with crane-white hair and a childlike face.
Ye Fan advanced step by step. The three Desolate Slaves stared blankly at the bronze coffin, making no move. They even retreated, as if unwilling to get too close.
*Swoosh!*
In the end, they all leaped down into the abyss and disappeared, as if extremely wary of the bronze coffin.
Ye Fan gathering medicine while carrying a coffin on his back—this was truly a first. But to stay alive, he had no other choice. That day, he picked three types of sacred fruits in succession, all extraordinary. One type was shaped like a small cauldron, with Dao rhythm flowing, misty and hazy, totaling six fruits.
Another resembled a flying bird, shaped like a Vermilion Bird, red as blood, so lifelike it seemed about to spread its wings and soar away, totaling five fruits.
The last type of fruit was also very special, shaped like a small round plate, flashing with blue light. On its surface were eight scars, pale gold in color, resembling the Eight Trigrams, totaling five fruits.
"This..."
Ye Fan marveled. These sacred fruits were truly unique—none were the same. Each one was wondrous and incomparable, dazzling and shining.
He successfully gathered all the sacred fruits and carried the bronze coffin back with difficulty. On the way down the mountain, he almost rolled down. The small bronze coffin was too heavy, pressing down so hard that his bones nearly broke.
In the following half month, the ancient bronze coffin was filled with the aura of the Dao, rich and fragrant. Various strange and marvelous fruits bloomed with incomparably brilliant light.
When refining the Red Bird fruit, it was as if Vermilion Birds danced around him, phoenixes chirped softly, fragmented Dao diagrams swirled, every inch of his flesh trembled, continuously exchanging blood and being reborn.
When refining the Small Cauldron divine fruit, his bones broke inch by inch, then reorganized, constantly regenerating. The fragmented Dao diagrams first circled his body, then merged into his Dao wounds.
When refining the sacred fruit with Eight Trigram scars, eight types of innate patterns formed the Eight Trigrams arranged in eight directions, surrounding him. One mysterious Dao diagram after another emerged, drowning him.
In these nearly twenty days, Ye Fan's flesh and bones continuously regenerated, undergoing a complete transformation. Even though he had inscribed the nine ancient characters on his body, he almost became smaller.
The transformation of rebirth made his physical body extremely powerful. Every movement of his hands and feet seemed capable of piercing the heavens and earth.