In the heavens, people become emperors by being bad.

Chapter 642 [My body is now a coffin, I will traverse all the heavens]

Lin Xian turned around, her face strange, and said, "Cao Yusheng, the Tribulation Transcending Celestial Venerable, isn't that you?"

"Cao Yusheng, isn't that my past life? Why do I subconsciously ignore it and always forget this name?" A flash of inspiration struck Duan De, followed by a chill running down his spine. He said in a deep voice, "The mystery of the womb!"

In each cycle of reincarnation, there is an unseen force that prevents Duan De from recalling the causes and effects of his past life. This is the mystery of the womb, which isolates him from the past and the future.

If one can break through this prenatal mystery, perpetuate it through nine lifetimes, and retrieve all memories and experiences, one can truly achieve immortality through the process of corpse liberation.

"The mystery of the womb: Duan De wants to cultivate into a ghost immortal. No, corpse liberation has no physical body. Duan De has retained his physical body in every life. This is Taiyin Refining Form and Impure Earth Reincarnation."

Lin Xian seemed to be thinking about something, and then tentatively asked, "Cao Yusheng?"

"What's wrong?" Duan De asked instinctively.

"Cao Yusheng!" Lin Xian shouted, unleashing the great Buddhist supernatural power, Lion's Roar, to question Duan Dexin's mind.

"Rain what?" Duan De still looked blank.

"Cao Yusheng!" Lin Xian shouted, grabbing Duan De's ear and imprinting the memory into his primordial spirit.

"What am I going to be born from?" Duan De was sometimes lucid, sometimes confused, in a daze, deeply trapped in the cycle of reincarnation.

"Forget it, let's go tomb raiding instead," Lin Xian sighed helplessly.

"Alright!" Duan De's eyes suddenly gleamed with unprecedented energy, and he regained his senses. He roared, "This might be the tomb of a true immortal from the chaotic ancient era. I will conduct a great archaeological expedition to study the origin and trajectory of all living beings, seek the mysteries of cultivation history, and unravel the ultimate truth of why the path to immortality was cut off."

Selective mishearing, huh? Lin Xian's face darkened, and then she led Duan De into their own large tomb.

Ancient tombs from the chaotic era were quite simple, lacking the elaborate decorations of later emperors. Even the burial goods consisted of only a few bronze artifacts, which had long since decayed over millions of years.

Ah, time.

Duan De touched the few broken magical artifacts and said with great heartache, "How could prehistoric creatures be so fragile? They are not even as strong as the imperial bodies of later generations."

"The history of cultivation is about each era surpassing the last."

Lin Xian stepped into the Immortal Tomb and gazed at the ancient murals above. They depicted ten fierce scenes, such as the Kunpeng soaring across the nine heavens, true dragons fighting for first place, and the phoenix undergoing rebirth. The murals were vast and ancient, possessing a unique Taoist charm.

Finally, his gaze fell upon a humanoid being, which seemed to possess a Dao seed within its body. Five regions radiated light, embodying some kind of immortal mystery. It slowly spoke, "If this era is inferior to the Chaotic Ancient and Immortal Ancient, then it is a tragedy for civilization, a regression of the universe, and the extinction of the Dao lineage."

"The laws of this world originate from the Desolate Heavenly Emperor and are far superior to the chaotic ancient laws, and even the immortal ancient laws."

“Wilderness? This is a record of cultivation history, a path of creation using the body as a seed!” Duan De looked at the murals and couldn’t help but gasp. Examining the various parts of the tomb, he felt a sacred aura, as if the supreme Dao Ancestor was enshrined here. He murmured, “Could this be the tomb left behind by the Chaotic Ancient Heavenly Emperor?”

"Naturally, it's the tomb of the Heavenly Emperor," Lin Xian said seriously. Lin Tiandi was also the Heavenly Emperor.

"Is this really the tomb of the Heavenly Emperor?"

Duan De was startled and felt a sense of loss. He had been traveling underground for many years to steal treasures, but part of the reason was also for archaeology, to restore the ancient history of the cultivation world and thus solve the mystery.

With each reincarnation, there seems to be an obsession in his heart, reminding him to seek something, to search for something.

Could it be that an answer will be found today?!

With this thought in mind, Duan De drew upon his life's experience, using the Tomb Scripture and the Robber's Scripture as his foundation, and unleashed the Origin Heaven Immortal Technique in an attempt to break open the great tomb, but unfortunately it had no effect whatsoever.

Despite the myriad supernatural powers of the Underworld Lord, he could not shake the tomb chamber in the slightest, as if a true immortal was indeed buried within, looking down from above at the emperors and sovereigns of the mortal world.

"Let me try."

Lin Xian pondered for a moment, then dismissed Duan De and stepped forward to examine the tomb chamber, searching for clues.

"As for tomb raiding skills..." Duan De snorted, his words full of disdain. He considered himself second only to archaeologists, and no one in the universe dared to claim the top spot.

Even the Underworld Emperor couldn't open this massive tomb, so what methods could Lin Xian, a Source Master, possibly possess? "Facial recognition successful, bloodline recognition successful, cultivation technique recognition successful..."

Upon encountering Lin Xian in the tomb chamber, a brilliant light suddenly shone forth, followed by a series of ethereal voices. The portal, forged from immortal gold, burst open, revealing its true form.

"What the hell?"

Duan De looked devastated, feeling that his career was being challenged.

"I may not be as good as you at tomb raiding, but I have the key."

Lin Xian chuckled, passed Duan De, and walked towards the deepest part of the tomb. Inside, there was a world of its own, like a small world with undulating mountains and rivers and dragon energy. It was a top-notch blessed land with nine ancestral veins stretching and undulating.

The nine mountain ranges, like true dragons, guarded the coffin, standing tall atop the sacred mountain.

That sacred mountain was majestic and imposing, with an awe-inspiring presence, almost identical to the forbidden zone of the heavens.

"Setting sail from Mount Tai, with nine dragons pulling the coffin."

Lin Xian murmured to himself, suddenly feeling a strange emotion: "No mountain is greater than this, no history is more ancient than this!"

Mount Tai in ancient times was the sacred site of the ancient Heavenly Emperor, which is now known as Shangcang and Zangtian Island.

Burial Island is the upper half, and Mount Tai on Earth is the lower half. When the two are combined, they form the ancient Mount Tai.

"Could the Heavenly Emperor be buried in the coffin?"

Duan De walked over, his expression serious and his heart filled with tension. He both hoped that there was someone in the coffin and that there was no one in the coffin.

"have a look."

Lin Xian took a step forward and arrived at the mountain peak. Together with Duan De, they pushed open the divine coffin. The coffin was empty; there were no corpses or any immortal realms or small worlds inside.

There was only a black paper boat, carrying a single drop of real blood.

"I'm all alone now..."

A mournful voice rang out, echoing through the ages, in the past, in the future, and in the present.

"Who folded this paper boat?!"

"Whose blood is this?!"

Duan De was shocked. Following the true blood, he saw a fragmented universe, a desolate world, where sages were buried, and there were no predecessors or successors. Only one figure wandered alone, lamenting.

"A thousand years from now, who will be able to take up the pen and record the heroic deeds of the spirits? Perhaps after ten thousand years, when the autumn wind sweeps away the hills, only ruins will remain, and the sages will leave no trace in the world, and will be impossible to remember."

"The Emperor is dead, the heavens have collapsed, the sacred ruins have been destroyed, and the perfect world no longer exists."

“What you keep in mind will surely come back to you…” Lin Xian trembled and murmured unconsciously.

Ancient history has turned to ashes, all ages have vanished, and even Duan De has almost forgotten the name Cao Yusheng. Only he still remembers it. He is still reciting Huang's name, muttering Ye Fan's name, and recalling Chu Feng's deeds.

He even remembered the Dark Immortal Emperor, the Corpse Immortal Emperor, and the Primordial Immortal Emperor, who had long been buried, causing them to rise from the dead on Earth.

"I remember, throughout all the heavens and myriad realms, I still remember!"

"The perfect world exists in my heart, and the nine heavens and ten earths exist in my memory!"

"My body is now in a coffin; I will traverse the heavens."

Lin Xian spoke in a deep voice, and the drop of true blood responded, bursting forth with billions of rays of light, illuminating the long river of time, enlightening the past and the future, rushing into his immortal platform, merging with his true spirit and primordial soul, and transforming into an immortal mark.

(End of this chapter)