Immortality from Taming Elephant

Chapter 755: Chapter 334: Fire Domain (Part 2)

Many supreme beings have various means to evade the pursuit of the Emperor, but the Immortal Venerable Han Cuo has real battle achievements; he once resisted an Emperor deep in the starry sky!

Murong Zhen spoke again.

"Let’s all take action together. The power of Heaven’s patterns on this coffin can’t possibly trap all of us."

Murong Zhen’s suggestion led the cultivators present into a brief silence.

Below the Emperor’s coffin, there might be the unfinished Emperor Artifact refined by Immortal Venerable Han Cuo, or perhaps other legacies left by this top supreme being.

Such an opportunity would drive any cultivator mad; even knowing the tremendous danger, it is difficult to suppress the greed in their hearts.

However, the terrifying scene earlier where Murong Zhen touched the Emperor’s coffin and was nearly pursued to the origin by the strange threads of Heaven’s patterns, forced to sever his lower limbs, is still vivid.

That was by no means a common forbidden technique but an existence incorporating the unique dao rhyme of the Refining Pattern Master, linking the ancient demonic energy of the Purple Moon Cavern with the resentment power of the coffin itself. Alone, even a Semi-Saint would not be able to retreat safely.

"What Senior Murong says is very true." Luo Cong was the first to speak, his silvery gray eyes sweeping over the crowd. "Although the power of Heaven’s patterns is strange and unpredictable, it is ultimately an ownerless thing; after weathering through the ages, its power must have diminished. With our combined forces, employing various means, we may be able to temporarily suppress it and open the pathway."

The people behind him, Li Jiuyou and Gui Luo, though silent, had their aura subtly rising, obviously prepared for action.

The black-clad swordsman from the Gate of Death, who had always been silent, only nodded slightly, and the rusted ancient sword in his hand emitted an almost inaudible soft hum.

The remaining lone cultivators exchanged glances, most showing expressions of being stirred.

Those who made it here were all the determined ones and masters of extraordinary means; how could they abandon the possible grand opportunity due to momentary danger?

Chu Monarch chuckled charmingly, tapping the ground with her bare foot, "The old man’s right, if we all act together, we can definitely open it. But then..." She changed her tone, her gaze flowing, "After it’s opened, how should we divide what’s inside?"

This was the key issue.

Ling Xiao stated plainly, "Everything depends on one’s own ability. Within the Fire Domain, there are likely more wonders; whether one obtains anything depends on individual fate. Arguing here is but a waste of time."

Her words were succinct yet carried an undeniable tone.

Her identity as a descendant of the Heavenly Court made her words weigh heavily.

Murong Zhen stroked his beard and laughed, "What Miss Ling says is very true. Opportunities are destined by heaven, and forcing them is useless. The urgent task is to work together to open the Emperor’s coffin passage. I suggest we form four groups and apply force simultaneously from the four corners of the coffin using arrays or magical treasures to isolate and wear down the backlash from Heaven’s patterns, then move the coffin. Once the coffin shifts, the entrance to the Fire Domain below will reveal itself."

"Alright." The black-clad swordsman uttered the first word in a hoarse and dry voice, as if he hadn’t spoken for a long time.

Luo Cong also nodded in agreement. The other cultivators naturally had no objections.

Quickly, everyone divided into four teams.

Murong Zhen led his three disciples to the east, and the strange duster in his hand appeared again, its crystal-clear white threads emitting a hazy light that subtly formed a lotus shadow to protect them.

Luo Cong, Li Jiuyou, and Gui Luo took the south.

Luo Cong once again summoned the "Illusory Dream Star Moon Sword", a sword flowing with dreamlike halos; its blade illuminated with star and moon patterns, weaving a field of dreams, encapsulating the three.

Li Jiuyou and Gui Luo positioned on the left and right, their aura connecting, with nine-headed monster serpent and prison-sealing mist phantom images faintly appearing behind them, ready to respond to sudden attacks.

The black-clad swordsman alone took the western position, but he himself seemed like a team.

The rusted sword pointed at the ground; within the three-foot radius around him, the air seemed to solidify, a deathly stillness pervading, even the falling purple rain avoided that area.

Ling Xiao, Chu Monarch, Xu Guang, and General Wei took the north. Ling Xiao glanced at Xu Guang, seeing his calm face without a hint of retreat, she said no more.

The shadow of the Heavenly wheel slowly rotated above her head, emitting clear light.

Chu Monarch pursed her lips, seemingly displeased at being grouped with Ling Xiao but said nothing. The purple moon shadow behind her emerged again, its moonlight cold.

She transmitted, "Little brother, Ling Xiao that woman, isn’t a good person, she kills without a second thought, you must be careful, someone as handsome as you shouldn’t die so easily."

Xu Guang:...

He directly pretended not to hear.

The complicated relationship between these two women was something he should avoid getting involved in.

"Everyone, listen to my call," Murong Zhen’s voice was solemn, "In three breaths, act simultaneously; gently shift the Emperor’s coffin, avoid forceful attacks to prevent triggering the full backlash of Heaven’s patterns. If anything changes, withdraw your strength immediately to protect yourself!"

"One!"

Everyone’s aura gathered, magical treasures gleamed, and skills’ spiritual light filled the air.

"Two!"

Xu Guang took a deep breath, his vital energy surging within, the Five Emperors Reincarnation Seal condensing in his palm, closely linking with General Wei’s Divine Soul, ready to share life force at any moment to fend off potential erosion.

"Three! Action!"

With the shout, four groups moved simultaneously!

Murong Zhen wielded the duster, thousands of white threads extending like living creatures, not to attack, but to softly entwine the northeast corner of the imperial coffin. The threads shimmered with clear light, creating gentle ripples in the space they passed, attempting to soothe potential disruptions in the celestial lines.

Luo Cong pointed with sword, and the Illusory Dream Star Moon Sword shot out strands of dreamlike sword light, which intertwined into a mesh of light at the southeast corner of the imperial coffin. The net was both real and illusory, constantly twisting and changing, trying to penetrate and disrupt the structure of celestial lines with the power of dreams.

The black-clad swordsman was the most straightforward, gently thrusting forward with the rusted sword, the sword tip touching the void at the southwest corner of the imperial coffin.

No brilliance, no sound, but the space where that sword tip rested seemed to die instantly, all energy flow and rule manifestations falling into stasis, including those hidden celestial lines, as if frozen.

On Lingxiao’s side, she formed a seal with her hands, as the Heavenly Fate Wheel radiated a brilliant clear light, a tangible beam of light descended, enveloping the northwest corner of the imperial coffin.

Within the clear light, countless tiny destiny talismans seemed to flow.

Chu Monarch let out a light snort, behind him the purple moon shed purifying moonlight, assisting the clear light from Lingxiao.

Four forces, each distinct but equally immense, simultaneously acted upon the mysterious dark purple imperial coffin from four directions.

Buzz!

The coffin trembled violently!

On the coffin lid, the flowing patterns of sun, moon, stars, and divine battles suddenly accelerated!

Countless intricate celestial lines of dark gold and deep purple, like awakened venomous snakes, suddenly burst forth from every corner and every line of the coffin!

Shhh!

The celestial lines frantically danced, intensely clashing and entangling with the four external forces.

For a moment, the situation was tangled!

Everyone felt the Source Qi in their bodies depleting at an incredible speed.

No one knew how much time had passed, yet some were already struggling to hold on.

But just then.

"Hold on! The coffin is moving!" Murong Zhen’s hair and beard stood on end, shouting sternly.

Under the balanced action of the four forces, the heavy imperial coffin emitted a creaking sound, beginning to shift exceedingly slowly to one side!

As the coffin moved, the ground beneath, previously tightly covered, finally came into view.

There was no imagined opening or staircase.

Only a blazing red, extreme to the point of incinerating everything in the world!

That red wasn’t still, but slowly rotating and flowing, like a miniature fire vortex suppressed for countless millennia.

The vortex’s center, bottomless, only pure light and heat erupting forth, scorching the purple moonlight and demon mist above to warp and dissipate.

The terrifying high temperature, even at a distance, surged towards them!

The air instantly became scorching hot, the dark purple stones on the ground emitting crackling bursts.

"A Fire Domain entrance!" someone exclaimed in surprise.

"Put in more effort! Just open enough of a gap!" Murong Zhen shouted.

The group, spirits lifted, exerted themselves again.

The imperial coffin shifted several feet more, expanding the entrance to the fiery vortex to about a yard in diameter.

At this moment, change occurred again!

As if aware that its guardian had been completely moved, the imperial coffin suddenly burst out with a final surge of powerful resistance, and simultaneously, those celestial line threads tangled with everyone’s forces trembled collectively, then explosively shattered!

They transformed into countless specks of fine light debris, rushing like a backward stream of purple starlight into the newly revealed Fire Domain entrance, merging within!

Boom!!!