The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 15 Quasi-Emperor's Coffin
Following a vine that ran across the mountain stream, Zhang Huan used his source technique to avoid places where murderous intent was hidden, and moved carefully towards the core of the formation which was most closely guarded.

Even Zhang Huan felt a sense of crisis when he saw some of the restrictions in this place. It was indeed the burial place of important figures.

The heaven and earth are the coffin, and a place of vitality is given birth to; the essence and energy are the placenta, and life and death go against the laws of nature.

This is a wish to return against the will of heaven and regain a new life. The tomb owner's thoughts are obvious.

If the owner of the tomb is someone from the underworld, his status must not be too low.

He walked to a stone wall, on which were engraved golden divine patterns. Each of them was mysterious and moved the trends of heaven and earth, continuously drawing the essence between the spiritual veins and infusing them into the underground.

Zhang Huan stopped and looked towards the stone wall with a bright look in his eyes.

He sensed the extraordinary nature of this stone wall. It was like a hub that controlled the entire land and was trying to construct the divine patterns on it.

The texture of heaven and earth is full of mysteries. It is an eternal theme for cultivators to comprehend the great Dao. As the realm is improved, the knowledge of it becomes more comprehensive.

Some people say that this is the word of the Great Dao, which contains countless secrets. All things and spirits in the world are inextricably linked to it. If one can comprehend them all, one can obtain the ultimate mystery and understand everything in the world.

The divine patterns here were engraved and were complicated. Zhang Huan was unable to see through them all at once and only understood part of them.

This is at least a Dao pattern carved by a quasi-emperor, and it contains profound truths.

Although I cannot fully understand it, everything here is inseparable from the Taoist patterns on the stone wall. They have transformed thousands of miles of land and turned an empty wasteland into the essence of plants, birds, beasts and creatures. It is the source of everything.

If this stone wall were released to the outside world, it would attract countless people to scramble for it. It is a rare treasure in the world and it is integrated with the Tao of a quasi-emperor. It is extremely precious.

The Dao pattern flickered, and Zhang Huan wanted to observe its most core part, but he had to close his eyes before he could see through it.

With a throbbing in his heart, Zhang Huan realized that there was murderous intent hidden in this divine pattern and stopped it in time.

Yes, how could such an existence not have a backup plan? A formation alone cannot stop everyone. If someone like Zhang Huan who understands the source art comes to take advantage of it, this quasi-emperor Dao pattern is a trap set specifically for it.

If we really understand the intentions of this quasi-emperor, this mountain range might turn into a killing array in the next moment. Even the quasi-emperor would be in trouble if he came under such a plan.

He is really a deep-minded person. Those who can become quasi-emperors are not easy to deal with.

Zhang Huan complained inwardly.

Circumventing this stone wall, Zhang Huan mobilized the power of heaven and earth and found a place with the most abundant vital energy.

Sensing with the source technique, there was indeed a tomb inside, with a coffin lying in the middle. It was made of a thousand-year-old sacred tree, and was engraved with the words "burial place of the dead", "boundless underworld", and "countless undead souls".

The most eye-catching one is a dark treasure, which looks terrifying at first glance and contains supreme cause and effect.

"Tongtian Mingbao!"

This is a magical weapon from the underworld. It is currently stored deep in the underworld and has supreme power!

Zhang Huan took a deep breath and carefully expanded his spiritual sense, trying his best not to touch these patterns.

The underworld has its own unique system. If one thinks too deeply about the Tongtian Mingbao here, it is hard to say whether it can sense it. I wonder how many heaven-defying secret techniques the past rulers of the underworld have left behind.

What is impossible to do in the outside world may not be possible in a strange place like the underworld.

There are some valuable burial objects left, such as ancient scriptures and medicine king. Perhaps the tomb owner hoped that one day his body would return and he would need these things, so he had prepared them early.

Endless energy was swallowed into the coffin, which looked like a black hole. The body of the tomb owner was hidden in it. One of them could be equivalent to countless burial pits. What else was there besides the body? Did the tomb owner have any tricks up his sleeve?

Faced with the unknown, Zhang Huan did not dare to take risks. Seeing the ancient medicine king sleeping quietly in the medicine field, he had an idea and controlled the medicine king to pull up its roots and fly towards the heavy coffin.

"Buzz!"

A burst of energy appeared and smashed the Ancient Medicine King into pieces.

"I was wondering who it was, it turns out to be another brainless medicine king."

Waves of divine thoughts emanated from the coffin, and a magic box flew out from the gap, which turned out to be a perfect quasi-imperial weapon!
Zhang Huan secretly called out to the old ghost, hid his figure, and quietly took out the Heaven Devouring Demon Jar.
The demon box is octagonal in shape and divided into three layers. It is the size of a palm, exquisite and compact, with silver lines on it, and exudes a long and ancient atmosphere.

"Every time I woke up, I thought there were foreign enemies invading, but who knew they were all brainless medicine kings. Twenty-two times, twenty-two times."

The quasi-imperial weapon seemed to be filled with great resentment, muttering to itself incessantly, and wished to destroy this medicinal field.

As an artifact, it is not yet spiritual enough to set up an array. It has been disturbed for countless years and has been constantly awakening. It seems that this quasi-imperial artifact has reached its limit.

"Let it be destroyed. The old man looks dead. He has no luck in enjoying the Ancient Medicine King. It is better to nourish me directly. My spirituality has been damaged after staying here for so many years. He deserves to replenish my essence."

The demon box muttered to itself, gradually becoming open-minded from anger, and finally burst into laughter.

Reconciled!
As it spoke, it flew towards the medicine field. There were dozens of medicinal plants growing in the soil. If it could sweep them all away, the huge amount of energy it absorbed would definitely be a great tonic.

Just as it was grinning sinisterly and preparing to attack the Medicine King, Zhang Huan suddenly shot out and threw the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar forward, hitting the Demon Box accurately.

The air rippled with the collision of the two, and an invisible wave spread. The demon box seemed to be severely damaged in the next moment. It had no means of resistance. The silver light suddenly dimmed and it fell miserably to the ground.

"disease!"

Zhang Huan shouted softly and cast a spell with his hand, guiding the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar to suppress the Demon Box. The pitch-black light carried the supreme law, completely suppressing the Demon Box, wrapping around its body, and quickly dragging it into the jar.

It was so smooth, like flowing water, that the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Pot easily suppressed this quasi-imperial weapon.

Zhang Huan felt relieved as he had not revealed any extreme aura, and turned his gaze to the coffin.

The coffin was opened along the gap, and a chaotic mist overflowed, and an extremely powerful aura appeared before the eyes.

The qi and blood were like that of an ancient beast from the ancient times. Just getting close to it made the skin hurt. The pressure was overwhelming. Facing the person in the coffin, there was a feeling of powerlessness and insignificance that came from the soul.

This is the quasi-emperor. Even after death, he still has such a powerful aura that all living beings are afraid of him. In terms of the life level, he is on two levels with all other living beings. He is very powerful and terrifying.

Zhang Huan endured the discomfort, a protective shield of Gangqi appeared around his body, and he practiced various secret techniques and barely stood by.

Lying inside was a body that was extremely aged. Although it had no breath, it was still lifelike, and the wrinkles on its face were the same as those of an ordinary person.

If we hadn't confirmed that it was indeed a corpse, we might have mistaken it for a living person.

Zhang Huan glanced around. He had no idea what era the clothes this person was wearing were from. It was probably even more ancient than the ancient times. He must have been lying here for at least a million years.

No wonder even the spirit of the weapon felt impatient. After a long time, even a quasi-imperial weapon could not withstand decay and could not be replenished. The spirit kept dissipating, and after endless time it would turn back into a mortal object.

(End of this chapter)