Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin

The City God immediately spoke to comfort everyone.

After all, Qingshan City was his territory. If the people became too frightened to offer incense, causing the City God Temple to fall into disrepair, his divine power would decline, and he might even lose his position as City God.

"The dragon race was one of the most powerful races in the world when the Primordial World first began."

"Alongside the phoenix and Qilin races, they stood as the overlords of Heaven, Earth, and the sea, each controlling one of the three realms!"

"Later, an extremely bloody war erupted between the three races. The flames of war spread across the three realms, and the blood of the three races even dyed the heavens red. Their baleful energy soared into the sky."

"In the end, the Dao Ancestor appeared and punished the three races with Heavenly Dao Power, stripping them of their fortune and Honored Positions. The dragon race consequently fell into decline."

"Today, the dragon race is no longer free. They must obey the Heavenly Court in matters of rainfall, so they neither dare nor wish to reduce the rain over Qingshan City. Everyone can rest easy."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone turned their eyes toward the City God. Who would have thought that this old man knew so many secrets?

The crowd grew excited and eagerly wanted to question the old man about more hidden matters.

"Senior, since you understand the dragon race so well, can you tell us where those nine dragon corpses came from? And who killed them and used them to pull that enormous Bronze Coffin?"

"How would I know? You should ask the storyteller."

The City God curled his lips. He knew perfectly well that what he had said earlier was merely meant to calm everyone down. As for the true origin of the dragon corpses, he was just as clueless.

Not far away, Nuwa and Caiyun Boy heard the City God's words and exchanged a glance, surprise surfacing in their eyes.

With their divine abilities, they could naturally tell that the City God was no ordinary being.

"It seems this young man truly is extraordinary. He actually managed to draw the City God of Qingshan City here in person."

Nuwa pondered this inwardly. Then, together with Caiyun Boy, she turned her gaze toward Su Yang and quietly waited for him to speak.

Su Yang also sensed that the atmosphere had been properly built up. He picked up the striking block beside him and gently tapped it.

"Smack!"

The crisp sound cut through the uproar, and the entire hall fell silent. Everyone held their breath and focused, quietly waiting for what came next.

He slowly waved his folding fan and said in a low, rhythmic voice, "Did the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin travel through a thousand years back to ancient times, or cross the starry river to reach the other shore?"

"It was a vast cultivation world, bizarre and unfathomable. Passion surged like a volcanic eruption, heroic spirit rolled like ocean waves, and desire was as endless as an abyss."

"Step upon the heavens and walk onward. Sing freely, and with a wave of your hand, you can blot out the sky and sun."

"Today, I'll tell the story of one that began in the Primordial Era. Its protagonist rose from the mortal world and embarked on a path defying the heavens. The story is called—Shrouding the Heavens!"

Everyone listened, utterly fascinated, their hearts filled with curiosity.

Where had the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin come from? What identities did the nine dragon corpses possess?

And who was sleeping inside the Bronze Coffin? Why use nine dragon corpses to pull it through the Chaos?

"Mount Tai has been the place where the emperors of the mortal world offered sacrifices to Heaven since ancient times. Because of its towering shape, it seemed capable of reaching the Heavenly Realm."

"On the summit of Mount Tai, the protagonist was swept inside by a beam of light shot from the Bronze Coffin. The coffin door slowly closed, and it began to advance toward the endless Chaos!"

The crowd wore shocked expressions. The protagonist wasn't the owner of the Bronze Coffin?

Who were the others brought into the coffin? And where was the Bronze Coffin headed?

Su Yang continued, "After entering the coffin, the protagonist discovered several things that defied common sense."

"Countless images of ancient divine beasts were carved into the coffin's four walls! There was the Three-legged Golden Crow, born within the sun; the Undying Phoenix, reborn through flames; and the true dragon soaring through the Nine Heavens..."

"Hiss—"

Everyone felt as if they were there, as though they had personally witnessed the totems inside the coffin. They were all deeply shaken!

The Three-legged Golden Crow! The Undying Phoenix! The true dragon of the Nine Heavens!

There were also countless creatures they had never even heard of, all divine and sacred beasts that existed only in legends!

The crowd stared fixedly at the carvings. It was as if the marks before them were not carvings at all, but real ancient creatures awakening. Their pairs of eyes glared angrily straight at them.

It seemed that in the next instant, they would open their bloody maws and swallow someone whole!

Who had made these carvings? How could they be so lifelike?

"Even more astonishingly, one of the protagonists, Ye Fan, discovered an ordinary-sized coffin deep inside the Bronze Coffin. According to him, the coffin hidden within the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin was where the true remains of the tomb's owner lay!"

His words left the surroundings in stunned silence.

"What? There's another coffin inside the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin? Who exactly is the owner inside?"

No one had expected that the mysterious Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin would contain another genuine coffin.

"Who left those carvings behind? Why carve ancient strange beasts inside the coffin instead of on the outside?"

"Exactly. And why did the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin suddenly light up and suck people inside? Is some unknown secret hidden within it?"

"Who exactly is the owner of the coffin within the coffin? Why use a double coffin?"

"I'm more curious about what those protagonists will encounter after entering the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin."

Everyone spoke over one another, discussing the matter noisily.

The City God, standing to the side, listened to them, and tumultuous waves surged in his heart as well.

He had never heard of any of this.

As the City God, a deity who governed a region of Heaven and Earth, he knew the various events of the world's past.

Yet this "Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin" mentioned by Su Yang was completely unfamiliar to him.

He couldn't help wondering who had built the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin.

What kind of expert could forge such an extraordinary object?

He naturally understood what "Chaos" meant.

According to legend, only experts who had cultivated to the level of Grand Unity Golden Immortal or higher could stand in the Chaos.

But even then, they still had to constantly guard against Chaos Storms and turbulent currents.

The slightest mistake could result in the destruction of their souls, leaving them no hope of survival.

Although the City God had never personally experienced the Chaos, he could tell from the legends of Heaven and Earth that its dangers far surpassed the calamities the Primordial World had once endured.

Thus, he grew even more curious about how the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin had been forged. It could actually travel through the Chaos with ease.

It certainly could not have been made from ordinary materials.

As for the nine dragon corpses pulling the coffin, their strength in life must have been astonishing.

Otherwise, how could their corpses withstand the impact of the turbulent currents of Chaos?

If their bodies could resist Chaos Storms, then how terrifying must the power they possessed in life have been?

Everyone was immersed in the wondrous world Su Yang described. It wasn't only the ordinary listeners—even the City God and Nuwa revealed deep astonishment and interest.

The City God had never entered the Chaos, but Nuwa had personally lived within it and understood that mysterious, dangerous region far more deeply. Because of this, she paid even greater attention to the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin.

"Could there be another Saint hidden somewhere in Heaven and Earth? But how is that possible?"

She slightly furrowed her brows, unable to resolve the doubt in her heart.

Aside from a Saint, who else possessed the divine ability to forge a coffin that could travel safely through the Chaos?

"The nine dragon corpses pulled the Bronze Coffin and eventually reached their first destination—the Ancient Starry Road!"

As soon as he spoke, everyone felt as if they were there, following the coffin through the stars and setting foot on that mysterious ancient path.

"But just after stepping onto the Ancient Starry Road, the coffin suddenly overturned. The coffin lid tilted, revealing a gap."

"Ye Fan and the other travelers swept inside the coffin all escaped. Yet the moment they stepped out, they all froze in place!"

The listeners seemed to step out of the coffin as well. Their vision suddenly brightened.

But what followed was a chill that sank into their bones.

"The earth looked as if it had been washed in blood. It was cracked and brown, cold and desolate. The surroundings stretched endlessly, with only a few enormous rocks standing alone. From far away, they resembled tombstones."

"The heavens and earth were dim, and the light was faint, like dusk before the arrival of Eternal Night. Black Mist coiled through the air, and the scene was filled with the aura of death."

"Smack!"

The striking block suddenly cracked down, jolting everyone back to their senses.

Su Yang remained calm. He opened his folding fan, waved it lightly, and concluded in an indifferent tone, "For what happens next, come back next time."

The listeners looked at one another, their eyes filled with confusion and unwillingness.

They had been listening so intently. How could he suddenly stop?

They had thought the climax was about to arrive, yet the story had abruptly ended.

Everyone knew that storytellers often left a cliffhanger at the most exciting point to entice people to return.

But Su Yang's storytelling over the past few days had already drawn all the people of Qingshan City here, and the inn had been packed for days.

Under such circumstances, was there any need to plant another hook to draw them back?

Wasn't that completely unnecessary?

What secrets were hidden on the Ancient Starry Road? Where was that blood-soaked land? What had happened there in the past?

Could it truly have been the battle between immortals and gods from ancient legends that had dyed the entire land red?

Everyone present felt uneasy and unbearably anxious.

Unfortunately, according to the rules of storytelling, once a storyteller stopped, he would not continue again that day.

The story had reached its most gripping moment. They were about to learn the true appearance of the Ancient Starry Road, and the protagonist was about to set foot in that mysterious land. The arrow was already nocked, the situation was tense to the extreme, yet Su Yang had abruptly stopped. How could that not leave everyone frustrated?

The crowd immediately erupted into an uproar and began pleading with Su Yang.

"Mister Su, could you tell us a few more lines? Just a little more—even a few sentences would be enough."

"That's right, Mister Su! The story just reached the most crucial part. What exactly is on the Ancient Starry Road? What will the protagonist encounter after setting foot on it?"

"Exactly, Mister Su! You stopped halfway through your sentence. Aren't you just making us suffer? I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight."

"Mister Su, I, Wang the Lame, came all the way from outside the city leaning on my cane just to hear your story. Yet you stopped at this critical moment. How can we possibly accept that?"

"Mister Su, I've already got one foot in the Yellow Springs. I might not even be here tomorrow. You can't stop telling the story now!"

"One foot? What does that count for? My old master is already nearly in the grave! He's hanging on to his last breath, waiting for me to return and tell him the story. If you stop now and I go back after hearing only half of it, the old man won't be able to rest even in death, Mister Su!"

Inside the inn, men and women, old and young, were all frantic with anxiety.