# Chapter 686: Nine Dragons Coffin Sets Sail Again
The Ancient Forbidden Land had been silent for tens of millions of years, usually devoid of any sound whatsoever. But today, a grand wave of fluctuation penetrated outward, as if a deity was awakening, causing all trees to tremble and all mountains to shake.
Outside, at the edge of the Ancient Forbidden Land, Ye Fan and the others could clearly sense it. Those who arrived later also couldn't help but feel terrified, suppressed and forced down from the high sky.
Deep within the forbidden zone, beneath the endless abyss, something was indeed about to emerge. It had partially revealed itself earlier but had sunk back down. Many people had caught a fleeting glimpse.
A living fossil-level figure who had cultivated the Heavenly Eye used supreme divine power to imprint what he saw onto the void, making it visible to everyone.
Nine enormous dragon corpses, their bodies gleaming with dark light, covered densely in cold scales, stretched out like nine steel Great Walls. They pulled a gigantic bronze coffin, hanging silently above the Primordial Abyss.
"Heavens, are those nine true dragons? How can such things exist?!" Those who arrived later were dumbfounded, almost unable to speak.
"This... unbelievable! Am I not dreaming?!"
"Dragons! Those are legendary dragons! They don't look like flood dragons. How can such things exist in this world?!"
People could hardly believe their eyes. Outside the Ancient Forbidden Land, it was in an uproar. Everyone who arrived had their mouths wide open. Aside from shock, they could only gasp in cold air.
Everyone was stunned. This was hard to believe. Since ancient times, people had only heard of immortals but never seen them. Yet now, nine immortal spirits were before their eyes.
This was subversive, beyond reason, hard to believe. Aside from shock, there were no other emotions. Everyone was extremely excited, some nearly trembling.
"I don't believe it! How can we suddenly see nine dragons?!" When people gradually calmed down, they began to reflect on whether what they saw was real.
"Actually, they might not be true dragons. Perhaps they are nine flood dragons that have cultivated to an extremely profound realm, thus resembling true dragons." A living fossil gave the most reasonable speculation.
"That makes sense. They might be extremely powerful flood dragons." After careful consideration, people felt relieved.
Old Taoist Red Dragon was not far away, his eyes gleaming with two beams of red light as he stared unblinkingly into the depths of the forbidden zone, seemingly very excited.
As a member of the Flood Dragon Clan, seeing such supreme experts from his clan naturally shook him to the core. If not for facing a Forbidden Zone of Life, he would have already rushed in.
Someone saw Red Dragon Daoist present and immediately sought his advice, including several Saint Lords. They urgently wanted to know the answer, or they would never be at peace in this life.
"I cannot say for certain either. But one thing can be confirmed: even if they are flood dragons, they are at least comparable to ancient saints. Otherwise, such a scene would be impossible."
As soon as Red Dragon Daoist finished speaking, the area outside the Ancient Forbidden Land erupted in noise. This was too astonishing. Even with psychological preparation, people still felt shaken.
Nine flood dragons reaching the saint level appearing at once—this was like something out of a fantasy. People wanted to slap themselves to check if they were dreaming.
In the current era, there were only two saints: one was the Battle Victory Buddha on Mount Sumeru, the other was the Old Madman of the Eastern Wasteland. And now, nine were appearing?
"They died endless ages ago. Their life force has long been extinguished. They should be corpses from before the ancient times." A living fossil spoke.
People felt relieved. Nine living saints would be enough to scare anyone to death. Only in ancient times could such a grand occasion produce nine saints in one era.
But upon further reflection, people still felt horrified. In the most glorious days of the past, there had indeed been occasions when more than nine saints coexisted. However, they couldn't all be from the same clan. Some were ancient saints of the Demon Clan, others were supreme saints of the Human Clan.
Yet the nine flood dragons before them came from the same clan. This was too astonishing, almost impossible.
"Our world has never seen such a grand era. Even if we add together the Heavenly Roc Clan, Flood Dragon Clan, Divine Ape Clan, Ancient Phoenix Clan, Human Clan, and all other races, in ancient times there might have been an era with more than nine saints, but they couldn't all be born from one clan!" The Saint Lord of the Wind Clan stated with certainty. He was very familiar with ancient matters, as detailed records existed in the holy land's archives.
"Then these aren't flood dragons from our world?"
"Look at that bronze coffin..."
Only then did people shift their attention back to the bronze coffin. They had been so shocked by the sudden appearance of nine dragons that they had overlooked it.
"That small bronze coffin flew into the giant coffin. Does this mean these nine dragons are specially used for pulling coffins?!"
People felt as if a mountain was collapsing in their hearts. This was too shocking. They had never heard of such a thing. The scale of this procession was too grand.
"It originated from the small coffin inside the giant coffin. No wonder it could contend with the Void Ancient Mirror!"
"That's right. If the coffin contains a corpse, it must be that of an ancient Great Emperor. He deserves to have nine dragons pull his coffin!"
People were shocked and bewildered by the Nine Dragons Coffin, unable to dispel the fog in their hearts.
Throughout this process, the Ji Family, Yaoguang, Jiang Clan, and several other holy lands remained somewhat silent. They already knew some things, though they couldn't fully understand.
Back when the Nine Dragons Coffin fell into the Southern Wasteland, they had learned part of the situation. As holy lands, their foundations were unfathomable.
"What you're saying is all speculation. No one can say for sure what's really going on. We can't even determine the rank of those nine dragons." A living fossil spoke.
The nine enormous dragon corpses, as if cast from dark gold, were powerful and robust, suspended in the void. Behind them, the bronze coffin, covered in rust, remained motionless.
Back then, they had lain in the cold and darkness of the universe before falling to the sealing ground of Mount Tai. Now they were moving again!
Ye Fan and Pang Bo exchanged glances. Their hearts could not calm down. They had a sense of anticipation mixed with a trace of fear.
From beneath the gigantic abyss, beams of light occasionally shot up, divided into five colors. They illuminated the nine dragon corpses and the giant coffin, making everything appear transparent, mysterious, and majestic.
"Boom"
Suddenly, an even grander wave of fluctuation penetrated outward, chilling many people. Some weaker individuals fell off cliffs, and many more tumbled from the sky.
"What is that?" Someone screamed.
A brilliant radiance rose from beneath the Primordial Abyss, dazzling and gorgeous. Rosy light filled the air, as if a celestial mansion world was about to appear, inviting reverie.
"There has long been a legend that beneath the Ancient Forbidden Land lies a supreme treasure containing the secret of becoming an immortal. Back then, the Tiansuan Holy Land borrowed the power of all the stars and attacked with their entire sect's strength, only to turn to ashes."
"It is said that there is something that would move even the ancient Great Emperors. It must be about to emerge."
Amid the crowd's exclamations, five-colored light shot into the sky. An ancient altar slowly rose up, more imposing than a celestial palace.
Ye Fan was greatly shocked, his heart pounding violently. The incomplete ancient platform from the Primordial Abyss had actually floated up. This was of great importance—it was the key to crossing star domains!
Now it was no longer dim and lusterless. It was radiant and dazzling, with thousands of auspicious rays. Five colors covered the sky, flooding the area above the abyss in a magnificent scene.
It was the divine power flowing down from the bronze coffin!
People discovered that a patch of chaotic light was falling, hanging down upon the five-colored altar, making it even more dazzling as it slowly rose.
The ancient altar, sealed for who knows how many years, emerged, leaving many people nearly petrified. Everyone found it unimaginable. Such a thing existed beneath the Primordial Abyss. Except for a few ancient traditions, everyone was learning of it for the first time.
"It's the same one we saw at Mount Tai!" Pang Bo was excited.
The ancient altar, though slow, was continuously rising. The Nine Dragons Coffin hung above it, and the two were slowly drawing closer.
"What is this going to do?"
"What will happen to the nine dragons and the ancient coffin?"
People didn't know the function of the five-colored altar. They watched nervously and with astonishment.
The ancient altar finally rose to a certain height and stopped moving. The Nine Dragons Coffin descended from the sky and landed upon it, appearing both eerie and mysterious.
Five-colored divine light shot into the sky. It was an incomparably magnificent scene. Everyone's heart trembled. Using nine dragons as mounts for a corpse after death—what kind of boldness was this?
"Damn it, a five-colored altar! At the very least, it's the work of a Great Emperor. It looks very similar to the one we saw in front of the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest!" Big Black Dog muttered.
"Boom"
On the five-colored altar, runes filled the sky, shining like heavenly marks, flickering continuously, imprinting a magnificent picture.
Finally, all the patterns intertwined, forming an incomplete Eight Trigrams diagram, very blurry.
"What? It's really about to set sail!" Ye Fan's heart shook. Then he became extremely anxious. He wanted to leave this world, but everything was happening too suddenly.
"Black Emperor, tell me all the array patterns you know!" He said quickly.
"Even if I tell you, you wouldn't understand. You'd need at least a few hundred years of comprehension before you could even begin to grasp it." Black Emperor rolled his eyes.
"Can you tell me how to fix coordinates?" Ye Fan asked urgently.
"No way. You're not thinking of riding this Nine Dragons Bronze Coffin carriage, are you? Are you kidding me? Do you know where it's going?" Black Emperor's eyes widened.
"That's right. Do you have any method?" Ye Fan asked hastily.
"I don't understand how this five-colored altar was built or how to carve the supreme divine patterns. But if it's about fixing coordinates, that's not impossible. It's all in those symbols. I have some confidence in that." Black Emperor pointed to the eight trigram symbols.
"Hurry, tell me how to fix coordinates and how to reverse the direction!" Ye Fan said quickly.
"You really want to..." Black Emperor almost bit his tongue. He didn't expect Ye Fan to be serious, actually intending to take action.
"Don't say anymore. Tell me quickly. This is of great importance. I don't have time to explain in detail!" Ye Fan was truly anxious. This might be his only chance.
Big Black Dog cursed, a hundred and twenty times unwilling and unhappy. But seeing Ye Fan's urgent and serious expression, he had no choice. He sent a spiritual imprint into the depths of Ye Fan's heart, telling him the details he wanted to know.
"Thump"
Deep within the Ancient Forbidden Land, the Nine Dragons Coffin flickered together. The runes of the five-colored altar constructed a blurry Eight Trigrams. Though not clear, it was about to pierce through the void.
"Ye Fan..." Pang Bo's voice trembled. He was very unsettled.
"Let's go. We have to take a gamble." Ye Fan said loudly.
"Little Leaf, where are you going?" Ji Ziyue asked worriedly, unable to help stepping forward. Her big eyes gazed quietly at him.
"I..." Ye Fan couldn't speak.
"Ye Zi, I find that I seem to have adapted to this life. Suddenly leaving, I feel somewhat reluctant." Pang Bo hesitated.
"There's no time. Make your decision quickly. If we don't leave now, it'll be too late!" Ye Fan said anxiously.
"I... I'm not going!" Pang Bo suddenly made up his mind. "But I will definitely return someday. Since this world has such a path, I believe that if I cultivate to the end, I can definitely cross the starry sky. Then I'll go home."
"You..." Ye Fan hadn't expected him to make this choice, but he didn't force him.
"Ye Zi, you go back and cultivate hard. I'll work hard here too. Let's both strive together. When the time comes, we'll try to connect the two places. I believe that as long as our cultivation is strong enough, we can definitely cross the star domains." Pang Bo paused here. "When that time comes, Ziyue and Nannan can come see you."
"Alright!" Ye Fan respected his decision.
Moreover, he himself wasn't certain. He didn't want Pang Bo to risk crossing with him. No one knew what lay ahead. Even if he took the risk this time, he might not necessarily make it back. He just wanted to take a gamble.
Ye Fan turned around and looked at his many old friends. His heart was also filled with reluctance. After all, he had lived in this world for ten years. Suddenly leaving made him feel incredibly lost.
Ji Ziyue's big eyes were misty, filled with tears. As clever as she was, she naturally understood everything. She knew Ye Fan was going on a long journey, and the distance was measured in entire star domains.
"Little Leaf..." She called softly, tears rolling down her eyes. Each tear was as crystalline as a diamond, very sorrowful.
"Time is too short. I didn't expect this day to come so suddenly. There are so many things I haven't had time to say. But I want to return to my homeland. I've been away from home for ten years." He looked at her, reaching out to gently wipe away the tears on her face.
"Your homeland is on the other side of the starry sky, very far away. I... will never see you again." Ji Ziyue's eyes held tears as she spoke softly, gazing unblinkingly at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan wanted to say something but ultimately couldn't get the words out. What use was it to say things he couldn't accomplish? Unfulfillable promises only leave regrets.
"I am at this end of the starry sky, you are at that end of the starry sky, separated by very, very far..." Ji Ziyue said softly, mist filling her eyes. "Brilliant eternity, endless distance. Even saints cannot travel this far. We will never see each other again."
As for the future, Ye Fan did not know. As for the path ahead, he could not understand. Could he return in a few hundred or a thousand years? It was too ethereal.
Ji Ziyue's eyes dimmed. She asked softly, "Many years from now, will you still remember this end of the starry sky? Will you still remember my name?"
"I will remember. At this end of the starry sky, there is a beautiful girl named Ziyue. No matter how many years pass, I will not forget." He helped her tuck a strand of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes behind her ear, wiping away her crystalline tears.
"I will remember you too." Ji Ziyue smiled through her tears. "At night, I will look up at the starry sky, gaze toward the other side, and pray for you. I know you are at that end."
Ye Fan was somewhat silent, but there was no time left.
Ji Ziyue's smile was brilliant, but tears kept rolling down. She said softly, "If you also remember me, you can take a look at the starry sky above your head. We are at two ends of the starry sky... gazing at each other from afar."