The peerless black hand that covers the sky

Chapter 1131 Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin, A Perfect World!
Celestial light danced and rained down from the sky; at this moment, he seemed to be transcending the mortal world, experiencing the most dreamlike journey.

He was lost in thought, swept along, and eventually fell into a void.

At the moment of his arrival, he felt a strange sense of being touched, as if he had become one of the world's vanished beings, detached and transcendent.

However, this feeling was fleeting, appearing without reason and disappearing without a trace, leaving only a lost and bewildered young man.

Suddenly, he looked down at the stove that had landed in his palm. It was still as ancient and simple as ever, and the firelight within it was still as terrifying as ever... but he had a strange feeling, as if some kind of change had taken place. Was it a sublimation or a metamorphosis? Or a complete overhaul?
He couldn't figure it out.

With his "shallow" level of cultivation, he couldn't see anything wrong; it was just a subtle intuition, nothing more.

Unable to find the answer, he put it down. His eyes shone like torches, illuminating the void. In the eternal silence, he saw a supreme sacred object!

That's... a coffin!

No, saying coffin isn't quite accurate; there's more than just coffins.

Before the coffin, nine black dragons, bound by chains, dragged it, drifting through the void as if they had been on this journey for countless years.

"Kowloon coffin?"

The young man's expression shifted; this peculiar scene piqued his curiosity.

A coffin is a place for burial. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that one can be buried in the earth and find peace. So why would someone be buried in the sky?
Even a well-buried coffin will attract the attention of monks dedicated to archaeology, let alone this situation, which might be discovered by someone someday—thank you for the gifts of nature!
Dismantle your coffin to forge my divine weapon... A cultivator who has no morals and is terrified of poverty is not very particular and is absolutely capable of doing such a thing!

A former Immortal Emperor of the Corpses, who wished to remain anonymous, scoffed at this—"Slander! It's all slander!"

"Is anyone's name written on that coffin?"

"No matter who it is, if you call its name, will it answer?"

"Are there any remains inside the coffin? No!"

"Unclaimed, no remains... So, do you think it's possible that this is a naturally formed treasure, grown into the shape of a coffin?"

"I'll take a piece off and refine it for my greatsword, is that a problem?"

Then came a string of incomprehensible words, such as "The hearse over there drifted by, and nothing happened to it," and "Why did the sword I forged reflect my tragic future the moment it was completed, with everything clearly arranged? Isn't this retaliation?"... filling the surrounding air with a cheerful atmosphere.

If a coffin is buried in the void, it will inevitably be discovered sooner or later; this is an irrefutable truth in this world.

Of course, encountering them here doesn't mean you can do anything about it. The nine true dragons pulling the coffin had an aura that was too terrifying. They were like nine supreme beings looking down on all the worlds of humanity. If they were to forcefully strike, they could cut off all the paths of evolution in the world, causing humanity to fall into the end of Dharma and all worlds to become extinct!

Even if they are all dead!
However, there exists a field that has suppressed the past and present.

The Celestial King trespassed and was annihilated, body and soul destroyed.

As the Dao Ancestor approaches, even blood and bones crumble.

However, the young man is special. He is protected by a powerful artifact, and the furnace has divine power to protect him, making him invincible.

After a brief hesitation, he set off to try and get closer to the nine-dragon coffin.

Firstly, this place is a void, seemingly the deepest part of an eternally unknown land. Looking around, nothing exists, only him and the Nine Dragons pulling the coffin.

Secondly, the reason he came to this place was because of the guidance of the furnace... If this furnace wanted to harm him, he wouldn't be alive now; he would have died long ago!

"Fight!"

He encouraged himself and bravely stepped forward.

Everything went very smoothly, even too smoothly, without the slightest risk or setback.

The nine dragons pulling the coffin remained motionless and unresponsive, as if they had lost their power for many years, leaving only an eternal and oppressive aura.

After the furnace shielded the Nine Dragons Domain, he descended from the sky and witnessed the true nature of this strange object encountered in the void.

The ancient coffin, made of bronze, was surrounded by a light mist, making it mysterious and unpredictable.

That was not any kind of mother metal he knew; he had never seen it before.

"The material is very special and extraordinary..."

The young man spoke softly, his eyes deep, "I don't recognize it, but it feels no less valuable than any kind of mother gold... Strange, even with the supreme god's great power, is there no such material available for exchange?"

"Among the main gods, all kinds of mother metals that can be verified in the human world exist, numbering in the dozens or even hundreds. The ultimate dream of many cultivators is to mix all the mother metals together, achieving perfect unity, and forging their own artifacts, which are rumored to surpass all limits..."

He recalled it carefully, and his interest was immediately piqued; this situation was too interesting!

"However, I've heard a rumor among the self-governing gods that while all-elemental mother metal is extraordinary, bronze is truly the most precious and supreme material..."

"Could it be this kind of bronze?"

For a moment, he found himself itching to do it!

Look—

An unparalleled material was laid out before us.

He also possessed a small furnace, containing boundless firelight that could burn anything!

What does this look like?
It's like... fate!

It was as if the heavens were feeding him, signaling him to hurry up and refine this coffin; even if it was just a feather or a goose, or at least gather some materials...

"call!"

I let out a long breath and finally managed to suppress the urge to try it out.

Forcing himself to calm down, he carefully examined the bronze coffin, which was covered with all sorts of symbols, incredibly complex. Even a Celestial King would feel dizzy and disoriented at first glance.

There are hundreds of symbols, each one seemingly revealing the most essential mysteries of human existence, bringing the most magnificent and overwhelming impact to the observer, as if to fill their heart with all the changes of eternity and the ancient landscape.

If a single symbol can have such an effect, imagine the impact of hundreds; it can directly deliver the most terrifying psychological shock.

Even if you were to extract a single symbol, try to understand it, study it, and comprehend it... you might not be able to fully grasp it even after billions of years.

Because...they are changing!
It's changing all the time!
It's as if it's illustrating the true meaning of "only the easy is unchanging," that nothing in this world is eternal and unchanging!
"hiss!"

Taking a deep breath, a flash of wisdom crossed the young man's mind. He sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and with the stove guarding him, he entered a wonderful state of enlightenment, a state of creating methods and pioneering new paths.

In this wondrous state, he adjusted his "perspective," allowing the pollen particles collected by his own pollen path to flourish and radiate, transforming into waves and ripples, which he used to touch the bronze coffin and those symbols!
boom!
Almost instantly, it was as if a door had opened in his heart!
Behind that door lay a transcendent world, a pure land depicted by hundreds of symbols, which ultimately transformed into the most sacred chapter, deeply imprinted in his heart!
—Perfect World!
Like a supreme deity, who picked up a pen and left behind His dream, outlining the most glorious future. It is an unprecedented and magnificent scene, a brilliant and splendid era that inspires envy and fascination!

However, in the prospect, there seems to be a fleeting noise, such as "reservation", "original shares", "first come, first served", "no waiting after expiration" and so on.

Of course, this is definitely an illusion.

After all, how noble and great is it to leave behind these symbols?
He poured his heart and soul into creating a glorious past and promising a wonderful future for those who come after him!

With just a little sacrifice... no, a small contribution, one can achieve the greatest fulfillment!

This is captivating and addictive, and young people are no exception.

Especially since he had just escaped from the brink of death and learned that all the worlds were facing a catastrophe that could destroy everything!
“A perfect world…” he murmured, closing his eyes. “Could this be the savior that redeems the world and pulls it out of its abyss of destruction?”

He wasn't sure.

However, it's not entirely out of the question to try anything, even if it seems hopeless.

and……

He opened his eyes, stood up, his gaze fading, and suddenly spoke, "Senior, please forgive me!"

The next moment, he activated the furnace, borrowed its power, and forcefully lifted the coffin lid!

What information did he capture from the mystery of symbols? This needs to be verified.

"when!"

The coffin was opened, and inside this seemingly sacred artifact lay... another coffin!
A coffin within a coffin, like a nesting doll!
The young man stepped into the coffin, his face calm. He continued to exert force on the second coffin and lifted the lid again!
The nesting dolls game continues.

In the second coffin, a small coffin lay horizontally, ancient and weathered, as if it had buried the ancient universe.

The young man stepped forward and slowly but powerfully lifted the small coffin. Instantly, a primordial aura flowed out, the original divine charm was vast, the profound mysteries of chaos spread out, and the transcendent light was dazzling, illuminating his shocked yet unsurprised face.

"Sure enough!"

He sighed softly, overwhelmed with emotion.

There were no corpses in the coffin, but a hazy radiance that coalesced into a world!
It seems illusory, constructed purely of light, yet it also seems real, allowing one to jump into it and sense its boundless vastness.

Even if it were a world of countless realms, with a vast sea of ​​boundaries and trillions of universes coexisting, filling it would be nothing more than a drop in the ocean, as if it were an infinite space-time!

It has no boundaries, no end, is too extraordinary, and defies common sense.

But the young man took it for granted—without such transcendence, how could one talk about a "perfect world"?
In fact, this is merely the prototype of the so-called "perfect world"!

The supreme existence that left behind this world was not truly completed; it merely laid a foundation, providing a base for those who came after.

Perhaps something unexpected happened, leaving them unable to attend to other matters.

Or perhaps, He deeply believed in the wisdom of future generations!
"The world is undergoing a dramatic transformation, and the truth and falsehood are hard to discern; collapse is imminent..."

"Nine dragons pulling a coffin, the overlap of birth and death, a perfect world..."

The young man took a deep breath and couldn't help but look at the fireplace beside him. "So, that's why you guided me here?"

The stove remained silent, as always.

The young man sighed, turning his gaze back to examine the world inside the small coffin.

He diligently explored and studied those strange lights.

It was these glories that formed the prototype of a "perfect world".

That's so strange; it touched on a blind spot in his knowledge.

Clearly, this is a peculiar substance... no, calling it a substance isn't quite accurate; it seems to exist yet not exist, almost imperceptible.

But this very substance can outline the primordial chaos, evolve the primordial chaos, elucidate the origin, construct the world, and possess all the wonders!
He used many methods and supernatural abilities to probe, study, and analyze, but to no avail.

It wasn't until the pollen fruit it had condensed was used, and in its final attempt, that a slight reaction finally occurred.

Willpower? Mind? Thought? Self?

He pondered, vaguely catching some clue: "Could it be that turning into light, into rays, possesses such wondrous and incredible power?"

"Unexpected... yet somehow reasonable?"

"Like pollen particles, formed from the strongest beliefs, passions, and courage of living beings, drifting between heaven and earth, once awakened and revived, they indeed possess incredible and wondrous abilities..."

"But here, it's...too vast!"

"It was only a prototype and a foundation, yet it evolved into something boundless and magnificent, seemingly comparable to all the worlds in the human realm, yet it could still be sealed within a small coffin!"

"Is this something that can be created by the power of the mind?"

"Although there's a saying that the world is as big as your heart..."

He murmured softly, still finding it hard to accept.

I am just joking.

The world is as big as your heart.
It's like talking to a madman; absurd and unrealistic!

But here, it actually happened, becoming a miracle for all humankind.

It was a miracle, but then another problem arose.

This is just a prototype... If the prototype is this outrageous, what kind of unbelievable sacrifices would be needed to truly realize and perfect it?
"Gudong!"

He swallowed hard, and with great difficulty began to speak, "The wisdom of later generations seems..."

"I'm a little... unable to live up to the expectations left by our predecessors!"

"The furnace!"

"You think so highly of me?"

"Is this a great feat that a mere Immortal King like myself could accomplish?"

"How about we discuss finding a tall person to carry this? For example, the Supreme Heavenly Emperor who ushered in this era of gods, I think he would be quite good."

"How about we hand this over to the Heavenly Court?"

"The Heavenly Emperor is so benevolent and virtuous, he will surely bestow upon me a great reward..."

"Even if there's no reward, just a banner or something... I don't think that's unacceptable."

"I guarantee my credibility; I wouldn't go so far as to kill you to silence you..."

He muttered to himself to release the pressure in his heart.

He was burdened with a great responsibility, but he couldn't quite handle it!
Moreover, he had a vague feeling that this great responsibility... seemed a bit like a big black pot.

hum!
The stove hummed, finally showing signs of change, which moved the young man.

The title "Heavenly Emperor" seems to have stirred up some trouble.

Fragments of time danced around, like what this furnace had seen, experienced, and confronted in the past!

That was an incomparably terrifying demon god who had trampled all of history under his feet and proclaimed to the entire human world!
"I am Ye! I am the Evil Ancestor, and also... the Heavenly Emperor!"

(End of this chapter)