Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin: I Set Taboos in the Heavens

silence!

Deathly silence!

In the vast Heavenly Dao Divine Palace, thousands upon thousands of celestial ancestors were completely silent. Only the still-unsettled spatial fluctuations and energy embers silently recounted the earth-shattering battle that had just taken place in the blink of an eye.

Everyone, including those ancient relics who were on the verge of immortality, was filled with unbelievable shock!
The Sword Burial Ancestor, a sword master who has been famous for a hundred million years and a terrifying existence who is suspected of having climbed the ladder to immortality, was actually sent flying by a single punch in a head-on confrontation with Fang Tianzun, who has only been promoted for a few hundred years. He was vomiting blood and seriously injured.

How...how is this possible?!

Just how strong is Fang Qing?

His physical body, his divine power, his bizarre devouring ability... all of this far exceeded everyone's understanding of the newly promoted Hongshen.

"You flatter me, Brother Zangjian."

Fang Qing bowed slightly to the distant Burial Sword Ancestor, who was struggling to his feet and looking weak, his tone calm, without any pride or contempt.

The Sword Burial Ancestor's face alternated between pale and flushed, his robes stained crimson with blood, and his breathing became disordered. He stared intently at Fang Qing, his eyes filled with complex emotions—resentment, horror, and an indescribable sense of defeat.

He clearly felt that the core sword intent of "Burial Sword Origin," which he had painstakingly cultivated for hundreds of millions of years and regarded as fundamental, had been partially devoured and refined by the opponent! This was not only a defeat, but also damage to his Dao foundation!
He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to question how the other party had done it, or to utter a harsh threat, but in the end he just shook his head dejectedly and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother Fang's supernatural powers are unparalleled, this old man... concedes defeat."

Having said that, he didn't linger. He staggered out of the central area, found a secluded corner, and silently sat down to begin healing his injuries. A defeated general, how could he speak of bravery? He knew he was powerless to fight any longer.

Fang Qing defeated the Burial Sword with a single punch!

This result, like a level twelve cosmic storm, instantly swept through the entire temple, impacting the minds of every powerful individual.

Some powerful figures at the Hongshen Realm who had been eager to seize the position of Alliance Leader now had to reassess their own worth and looked at Fang Qing with awe, fear, and deep curiosity.

"Is there any other fellow Daoist willing to step down and offer their guidance?"

Fang Qing's gaze swept across the surroundings, his voice remaining calm, but to everyone present, it carried an invisible, unsettling pressure.

Even the Sword Burial Ancestor was defeated so decisively, who else would dare to step onto the stage so easily? Many elders even subconsciously avoided his gaze.

However, the position of leader is too tempting.

The allure of the convergence of all celestial fortunes is enough to tempt some powerful individuals to take risks, or to try their luck if they believe they possess special abilities.

After a brief silence.

"Hmph! That old ghost who buried the sword was merely using an unorthodox method, and was simply countered by your strange supernatural power! I am from the Arctic Heavenly Sect! My 'Mysterious Ice Undying Body' has reached its pinnacle. I would like to see if Fellow Daoist Fang's Devouring Heaven Dao can truly swallow my extreme cold tribulation!"

A deep, muffled snort, like the friction of ancient ice, rang out, and a figure shrouded in azure, icy light strode into the arena.

This man was tall with white hair and beard, and his face was as cold and stern as an ice sculpture. He exuded a terrifying chill that seemed to freeze time and space.

Wherever it passed, crystal-clear ice snowflakes automatically condensed in the void, and even the light seemed to be frozen and distorted.

It was the Arctic Ancestor from the Xuanbing Immortal Realm of the far north, a peak Hongshen Realm expert who was also famous for his defense and extreme cold supernatural powers.

His cultivation technique, the "Mysterious Ice Undying Body," is said to withstand countless tribulations without decay. It allows him to merge with the Great Dao of Extreme Cold, transforming his divine power into the Mysterious Ice Divine Power of Myriad Tribulations, making it both offensive and defensive, and extremely difficult to deal with.

"Brother Arctic Daoist, please."

Fang Qing's expression remained unchanged, but a thought stirred within him.

The power of extreme cold? Perfect! This Arctic Ancestor is practically a "tonic" delivered right to our doorstep!
"Myriad Calamities of Profound Ice, freeze all the heavens!"

Without further ado, the Arctic Ancestor clasped his hands together, and a vast, illusory world of ice appeared behind him, with glaciers standing tall, howling winds, and countless illusory ice dragons, ice phoenixes, and ice beasts roaring.

He opened his mouth and spewed out a thick, dark blue to black torrent of icy water, like a burst dam, carrying the extreme chill that freezes the soul and the heavy power that crushes stars, surging towards Fang Qing.

As the torrent passed, the space itself was frozen and cracked, leaving behind streaks of ice crystals.

The power of this strike was in no way inferior to the Burial Sword Ancestor's Burial Sword River, only their nature was completely different.

Fang Qing used the same trick again, and the chaotic vortex in front of him reappeared.

This time, however, the direction of the vortex's rotation and the combination of the internal runes were subtly adjusted based on the opponent's power attribute.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!"

A torrent of azure ice rushed into the chaotic vortex, its terrifying chill attempting to freeze its rotation.

However, the chaotic air currents and dark gold devouring runes in the vortex suddenly lit up, like a yin-yang millstone, and began to spin wildly, eroding the extreme cold power.

Furthermore, a trace of the laws of fire and the warmth of life are subtly emerging within the vortex, creating a balance between conflict and harmony.

Upon seeing this, the Arctic Ancestor's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He formed a hand seal, and the torrent of Xuanbing suddenly contracted, transforming into nine ferocious ice dragons, each containing a different kind of calamity and chill. They tore at the chaotic vortex from different angles, even attempting to bypass the vortex and directly attack Fang Qing's main body.

"Good timing!"

Fang Qing chuckled lightly, and instead of retreating, he advanced, actually charging towards the nine ice dragons.

His body was surging with primordial divine power. Every punch and kick was simple and unadorned, yet contained a primordial power as if the world had been created!
Every punch landed precisely on the ice dragon's reverse scale or energy node.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A dull thud echoed throughout the temple!

The ice dragons, powerful enough to shatter divine iron, were pulverized and collapsed one by one by Fang Qing's iron fist, which fused with the will of chaos, primordial chaos, and the ruling will of a holy king.

The terrifying power of extreme cold attempted to invade Fang Qing's body, but it was easily neutralized by the chaotic energy and dark gold divine patterns flowing on the surface of his skin.

"What?! His physical body..."

The Arctic Ancestor's pupils constricted in disbelief. His Myriad Tribulations Ice couldn't even freeze the opponent's skin?!

Just as he was shaken, Fang Qing had already broken through the ice dragon's barrier and, like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, instantly closed in on him!
"Take this punch from me too!"

It's still that simple Chaos Saint King Fist!

But this time, besides the primordial chaos, the fist also faintly carried a trace of the sharp sword intent that had just been refined by the Ancestor of the Burial Sword, as well as some of the extreme cold properties that had just been absorbed.

The punch was thrown as if at the dawn of creation, with ice and fire intertwined, and sword intent hidden within, both strange and domineering.

The Arctic Ancestor roared, pushing the "Mysterious Ice Undying Body" to its limit. A thick, hundred-foot-long Mysterious Crystal Armor condensed on his body, and he crossed his arms to block the punch!
"Boom—Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out!

The seemingly indestructible Xuanjing Divine Armor shattered like glass under Fang Qing's fist.

The violent force penetrated his body. The Arctic Ancestor felt a strange, powerful force mixed with chaos, cold, and sharpness slam into his chest. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with ice shards.

He was thrown backward like an ice block launched by a catapult, crashing heavily onto the temple ground in the distance, carving a deep furrow.

His aura instantly weakened, and the divine light on his body dimmed, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured, even his source of extreme cold had been damaged.

"I appreciate your concession."

Fang Qing withdrew his fist, his breathing steady, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

The Arctic Ancestor has been defeated!

This time, it was even easier and more shocking than defeating the Burial Sword Ancestor! Because Fang Qing displayed terrifying strength in close combat, and the strength of his physical body was simply unbelievable.

"Who else?" Fang Qing's voice rang out again, and as his gaze swept across the area, many more people felt a chill.

But there's always a sense of dissatisfaction.

"I am Venerable Hongyun! I have long admired the name of Venerable Fangtian, and I have come today to learn from your great skills!"

A fiery red cloud descended from the sky, and from within it emerged an old man with white hair and a youthful face, dressed in a bright red Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand. The whisk's threads were all crimson, like burning flames.

This person possessed a fiery yet ethereal aura; he was Venerable Hongyun, who cultivated the Great Dao of Fire Clouds, and was also a veteran Hongshen.

"Brother Hongyun, please."

Fang Qing nodded.

Venerable Hongyun said no more. With a wave of his whisk, crimson fiery clouds filled the sky, transforming into countless burning fire crows, fire dragons, and fire phoenixes, which swept towards Fang Qing. At the same time, the fiery clouds contained potent poison and hallucinogenic power, making them impossible to defend against.

Fang Qing remained calm and composed in the face of the situation.

The chaotic vortex shifted again, revealing within it the resilience of water and the flow of wind, specifically designed to counteract the flames and poisonous clouds.

At the same time, he moved like lightning through the fiery clouds, his palms and fingers flying, scattering the fire spirits and absorbing their essence.

After several moves, Venerable Red Cloud, seeing that he could not defeat Fang Qing and that his own divine power was being greatly depleted and his fiery clouds were being continuously devoured, sighed inwardly, took the initiative to jump out of the battle circle, and conceded defeat.

"Brother Fang's abilities are extraordinary; I am ashamed to admit my inferiority."

He was wise enough to know that if the fighting continued, his very essence would be damaged.

Fang Qing won again and absorbed some of the essence of the fire and poison laws, further enhancing the simulation and resistance of the chaotic inner world within his body to these laws.

"I am the master of the Evil Path Fist Sect! I specialize in evil path fist techniques, using evil thoughts as my power and sin as my source! Fang Qing, your path seems grand, but it hides endless devouring and killing, which is similar to my path! Today I want to see whether your Chaos Devouring Heaven is more powerful, or my Evil Path Fist is sharper!"

A sinister voice rang out, and a tall, thin middle-aged man with a sallow complexion, sunken eyes, and an aura of gray-black sin and materialized evil thoughts swirling around him stepped into the arena.

This person exudes a strange and evil aura, and cultivates a rare path of malevolent intent. His fist techniques contain various negative emotions such as curses, resentment, and greed, making them extremely difficult to defend against.

"The Evil Path Fist Sect? Please."

A hint of interest flashed in Fang Qing's eyes.

Evil thoughts and sins, these negative energies, also fall within the scope of chaos's containment and transformation.

It's a good opportunity to test his chaotic power and see if he can purify these special energies.

"Evil thoughts reach the heavens, fists suppress all evil!"

The Evil Fist Master grinned maliciously and unleashed a punch.

There was no grand display, only a strange, gray-black fist imprint, twisting and writhing as if composed of countless vengeful spirits and sinful runes, silently imprinting itself on Fang Qing.

Wherever this fist imprint passed, even the light was polluted, the space emitted a sizzling corrosive sound, and a negative mental force that penetrated straight to the soul attempted to evoke fear, greed, rage and other emotions in the opponent's heart, causing them to lose their composure.

Fang Qing sensed the uniqueness and danger of this fist intent. With a thought, the "Chaos Devouring God-Slaying Sword Light," which had been nurtured within his body and had become increasingly terrifying, manifested a wisp of sword intent.

A dark golden, chaotic sword intent, like a ray of dawn piercing through the darkness, shot out from between Fang Qing's eyebrows and precisely struck the center of the gray-black malevolent fist imprint.

"laugh!"

Like a red-hot iron plunged into filthy mud, the pure killing intent, the will to end, and the assimilative power of chaos contained within the sword intent collided and annihilated with the negative energy in the malevolent fist imprint.

The Evil Fist Master's expression changed as he felt his fist intent being rapidly dissolved and purified.

He roared repeatedly, frantically urging his evil origins, his fist imprints changing and transforming into various vicious forms to attack, but they were all slashed and devoured by that chaotic sword intent!
"Damn it! All evil originates from the fist of sin!"

With bloodshot eyes, the Evil Fist Master unleashed his strongest punch, sacrificing his own life force, and a hideous demon head fist imprint roared out.

Fang Qing's eyes turned cold, and the illusory sword intent suddenly solidified, transforming into a tangible dark golden sword light that vanished in a flash.

"puff!"

The demon's head and fist-shaped imprint were split open, and the gray-black energy scattered, most of which was then swallowed up by the remaining devouring power of the sword light.

The Evil Fist Master was struck hard, staggering back dozens of steps, his face pale, his breathing disordered, and the sinful aura around him much weaker, clearly having suffered a great loss.

"I... admit defeat!"

The Evil Fist Master gritted his teeth and spat out a few words, giving Fang Qing a deep look, especially at the fading sword light phantom. His eyes were filled with apprehension as he slunk away.

Fang Qing has won four consecutive matches!

Defeating Burial Sword, Arctic, Red Cloud, and Evil Path! Each victory was easy, and each time, more or less, he devoured some kind of essence of the opponent's laws or fragments of origin. His own aura not only did not deplete, but instead seemed to become more and more perfect and profound.

This is completely defying common sense!

The atmosphere in the temple had become extremely tense.

Fang Qing's displayed strength has already shocked the entire audience!
Many strong individuals who had originally wanted to try their luck on stage have now completely given up on the idea.

This isn't a competition for alliance leader; it's practically a showcase of Fang Qing's strength and a gathering of resources!
Is it really possible that the position of leader of the alliance will fall so easily into the hands of this newly promoted Celestial Venerable Fang?
Just then, a completely different, more ancient and majestic, terrifying pressure, as if carrying the aura of an ancient emperor, descended upon the Heavenly Dao Operation Temple without warning.

This oppressive aura was not deliberately released, but rather existed inherently, as if it naturally transcended all laws, carrying a domineering will that could rule over all directions and burn with raging fury.

"Boom!"

The void above the temple was torn apart by an invisible hand, and endless crimson flames surged out like a bursting dam.

The flames contain the majesty of the emperor and the fury of burning the world. Within the flames, countless ancient war scenes, the rise and fall of civilizations, and the changing of emperors can be vaguely seen rising and falling.

The flames converged, transforming into a tall and majestic figure clad in a crimson-gold imperial robe and wearing a flat-topped crown. With a single step, he emerged from the river of flames and descended into the central area, facing Fang Qing from afar.

The moment this person appeared, the temperature in the entire temple suddenly rose, and the air became distorted.

That imperial might and fury made many of the weaker elders unable to help but kneel down!
"This...this is...the Great Emperor of Blazing Wrath?!"

Among the crowd, an extremely ancient relic let out a terrified scream, its voice distorted.

"What? One of the Four Great Emperors of the ancient times? The Wrathful Emperor, who was on par with the Emperor of Ten Thousand Laws, the Supreme Emperor of the Nine Extremes, and the Emperor of the Mysterious Yellow Ocean?!"

"One of the legendary founders and core pillars of the ancient Heavenly Court! Didn't he disappear long ago with the collapse of the ancient Heavenly Court? There are even rumors that he ascended to the Primordial Godhood and became a true god! How could he appear here?!"

"My God! Even a legendary ancient emperor has appeared! This battle for the alliance leader is getting more and more terrifying!"

"Emperor Fury Blazing Sky... His strength has definitely surpassed that of an ordinary Primordial God, and he has probably at least climbed to the higher levels of the Immortal Ladder! Perhaps... he is even close to that realm!"

The entire temple was in an uproar because of the sudden arrival of this ancient emperor.

Countless gazes filled with astonishment, fear, and awe were focused on the figure in the crimson-gold imperial robe.

The Emperor of Blazing Wrath ignored the commotion around him. His eyes, burning with golden flames like two small suns, stared directly at Fang Qing, and his grand and majestic voice resounded like thunder.

"You are the newly promoted Celestial Venerable Fang? You have defeated several people, so you do have some skill. However, the position of Alliance Leader is related to the fate of all heavens, and only those with high moral character and extraordinary strength can hold it. I have been silent for thousands of years, but now that I have emerged, I will not sit idly by and watch this position fall into the hands of an unknown junior."

His words carried a sense of self-righteous condescension and skepticism.

"In that case, please." (End of Chapter)