Chapter 1680 - 1556: Bronze Coffin
The bronze coffin exudes an ancient, terrifying aura that makes one’s heart tremble. The more it does, the more it captivates Ye Qingfeng. Here, there might be a rare Heaven and Earth Treasure.
The surrounding trees are withered, and higher up, they are increasingly broken; faintly, a true eerie wind sweeps by.
This place is exceedingly strange, powerful and terrifying. With the strength of an Earth Martial Artist, not to mention building here, even intruding is impossible.
Even the mountain’s eerie wind is enough to make an ordinary Martial Artist’s liver and gall split with fear!
Ye Qingfeng steps forward, the pressure growing stronger, as if confronting a supreme power that demands reverence.
"Hmph, I once was the Supreme Immortal Venerable. A mere bronze coffin cannot possibly suppress me!"
Ye Qingfeng’s gaze is incomparably cold as an immense aura erupts, a soul-deep pressure.
His soul is heavily injured, incapable of attacking actively, yet it can defend passively.
This immense pressure precisely stimulates Ye Qingfeng’s soul.
Ye Qingfeng’s former realm was not inferior to anyone. Now Ye Qingfeng has reincarnated after seizing, and the other party is deceased. Regardless of anything, Ye Qingfeng remains unafraid.
Ye Qingfeng steps towards the mountain, getting closer, with a faint silhouette appearing behind him.
That is the Soul World.
The dark Soul World, utterly black, devoid of light.
Suddenly, the bronze coffin appears, with boundless pressure overwhelming everything, burying what seems to be a supreme emperor, unattainable, only worthy of awe.
The bronze coffin in darkness, its size unclear, akin to a boundless coffin, like a mountain, capable of suppressing all existence.
And not far away.
It’s a red silhouette.
Back to the bronze coffin, robes lightly drifting, a scarlet aura seemingly capable of devouring all, with overwhelming killing intent.
Ye Qingfeng’s soul, like a God of Kill forged from blood, with a calm backside incredibly terrifying, as if One Sword could shatter the sky.
At this moment, the bronze coffin slightly trembles, and starry light bursts forth, the faint gleams swiftly flying towards Ye Qingfeng.
This scene is akin to rivers of stars pouring, heaven and earth reversing, chaos disrupting, exuding infinite killing intent from all directions.
Then, the red silhouette suddenly turns around!
Opens its eyes!
What kind of eyes are those? Cold, bloody, devoid of emotion, with blood-red light flowing within, seemingly coldly observing all creation.
Boom! Boom!
The Soul World dissipates, Ye Qingfeng’s spirit returns to the steps, his heart again shaken.
"Exactly what is inside this bronze coffin? Is it the corpse of a powerful being? Why does it remain so terrifying even in death?"
Death leads to annihilation!
No matter how strong the cultivator, none can escape death’s fate, and even if their lifespan is extended, time’s infinity is unavoidable.
Upon death, the intense pressure will ultimately fade. Yet, this bronze coffin remains terrifyingly so.
What exactly is it?
Ye Qingfeng grits his teeth, proceeds further, although amidst infinite killing intent, unable to resist the yearning within to uncover the truth.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
Atop the mountain, the bronze coffin suddenly shakes.
"Not good!"
Ye Qingfeng’s gaze sharpens as his speed bursts to its limit, rushing towards the bronze coffin.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, the bronze coffin shoots skywards, enveloped in endless white fog, swallowed by the gray mist.
"Stop!"
Ye Qingfeng’s body lifts into the air, attempting pursuit but instantly suppressed.
The prohibition here is several times stronger than before; Ye Qingfeng has no way to fly.
"Boom!"
At this moment, the entire island begins to quake, shaking violently, as if heaven and earth are collapsing, stars falling.
Ye Qingfeng summons the Futu Sword, attempting to escape by Flying Sword, but finds he cannot fly.
"Not good, the island is actually sinking!"
Ye Qingfeng is astounded, unable to believe the island would sink at such a moment.
Moments later, the island directly submerges into the lake; Ye Qingfeng cannot fly unless using the Devouring Sky Pearl. He hesitates for a moment then decisively gives up resisting, plunging into the water.
Upon entering the lake, Ye Qingfeng’s shock intensifies, the depths more terrifying.
Not due to any powerful presence, but the prohibition here is extremely strong.
Ye Qingfeng feels, in the lake, he’s no different from an ordinary person.
Suddenly, a current appears, pulling Ye Qingfeng into the depths of the water. With Ye Qingfeng’s ability, drowning is unlikely.
Yet this lack of control is discomforting for Ye Qingfeng.
Fortunately, he still holds the Devouring Sky Pearl, his life unharmed, thus abandons resisting.
Drifting in the current, Ye Qingfeng senses his position constantly shifts, unaware of his location.
This drift lasts a whole week; Ye Qingfeng finds no suitable place to rest, swept by the current.
Half a month passes, Ye Qingfeng finally reaches a beach, and the feel of solid ground is far better than drifting in the current.
Ye Qingfeng steps forward, finally leaving the water’s surface.
As he turns back, he discovers the lake has vanished, surrounded by gray mist and is astonished.
"Is this lake connected to the Nine Nether River? It vanished in a blink!"
Ye Qingfeng murmurs in surprise.
He ceases further thought, too much eeriness has occurred here, this is no ordinary place, surprises no longer shock Ye Qingfeng.
He only wishes to know if what he seeks is here.
Ye Qingfeng surveys his surroundings again; it resembles a desert, barren and unmarked, devoid of life.
"What is this?"
Ye Qingfeng proceeds in one direction, approaching something, finding a skeleton, mere white bones.
Confronting bones, Ye Qingfeng hardly exhibits fear; the deceased pose no threat.
If alive, they weren’t your rival; how could their power grow posthumously?
Thus, the dead are far less terrifying than the living!
Moreover, these are merely bones.
Ye Qingfeng touches lightly with his finger, and the bones instantly disperse, turning into a stream of sand.
Now Ye Qingfeng glances up, noticing many bones buried beneath the yellow sand.
"These remains are at least thousands of years old. Their exact power in life is unknown, but they were undoubtedly strong."
"These are not Martial Artists, but true, mighty cultivators!"
Ye Qingfeng murmurs, for no matter the power, time reduces all to bones.