Who is the real owner in the coffin?

Everyone scratched their heads, eyes darting around, looking as anxious as agitated monkeys in the forest, unable to contain themselves.

Clearly, they had all become deeply immersed in the world Su Yang had described and couldn't break free.

There were many storytellers in the world, but only Su Yang could make people feel as if they were experiencing it firsthand!

That scene just now, as if emerging from a coffin pulled by nine dragons, was soul-stirring and incredibly exciting, but why did he stop at the most crucial moment?

The listeners were all restless with impatience, their emotions almost boiling over.

One tall listener even stood up, as if intending to force Su Yang to continue his story.

Even the City God of Qingshan City was fidgeting restlessly, his face full of urgency.

He had been shocked by Su Yang's bold words about the Dragon Clan just moments ago, but now he had completely forgotten them, utterly absorbed in the world that blotted out the sky that Su Yang had depicted!

Where did those nine dragons pulling the coffin come from?

And where were they heading?

Who was the true owner of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin?

Who forged this mysterious object that allowed it to traverse the chaos?

Whose hand painted the murals on the coffin?

Why did they look so lifelike, as if they would come alive at any moment?

And the coffin within that coffin, who was slumbering inside?

Was it the one who built the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin?

The City God, now sitting and chatting with a group of elders, looked like an ordinary townsman, completely devoid of his usual authority, fully immersed in the story.

"Mr. Su, about the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin you just spoke of, is it real?"

Before Caiyun Boy, Nuwa asked Su Yang with interest.

Caiyun Boy was slightly surprised to hear this. If even Empress Nuwa didn't know if the story was true or not, it seemed there was more to it than met the eye!

As for making it up?

Caiyun Boy knew that this was absolutely not something an ordinary storyteller could fabricate out of thin air.

The karma involved was likely unfathomable.

When Su Yang heard Nuwa speak, he couldn't help but glance at her. That one glance made his soul tremble.

Nuwa's beauty was like the most perfect creation in the world. Looking at her, Su Yang felt as if he were gazing upon the utmost beauty in existence.

But there was no disrespect in his gaze, only admiration, so Nuwa did not get angry.

Instead, she felt a hint of amusement, wondering if he would still dare to look at her like that if he knew her true identity.

Su Yang steadied himself, bowed slightly to Nuwa, and said, "Forgive my rudeness, young lady."

"It's alright."

Nuwa shook her head gently, her tone calm.

Su Yang continued, "As for whether the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin you asked about truly exists? Please continue listening, and the rest of the plot will reveal all."

Before he finished speaking, Su Yang turned and quickly left.

Nuwa watched his retreating back, frowning slightly.

She sensed that the speed of his departure was far beyond that of an ordinary mortal.

"This speed... it seems this storyteller is also no ordinary person. I didn't expect to encounter such a figure while listening to stories today."

She pondered, "Could it be that he sensed my identity and left in a hurry?"

However, she didn't know that the reason Su Yang was in such a hurry to leave was not because his identity had been exposed, but because he couldn't wait to return to the System Space to draw his reward!

Wasn't this moment what he had been working towards all his efforts of speaking day after day?

The rewards in the System Space were what Su Yang cared about the most.

After leaving the inn, he immediately returned to the System Space.

These past few days, Su Yang had been diligently telling stories.

But why was he doing all this?

Was it out of a love for storytelling?

Or did he particularly enjoy the feeling of telling stories to others?

Actually, no.

Everything Su Yang did was ultimately for the sake of obtaining the System's rewards!

Although he was almost omnipotent in the inn now, that inn wouldn't accompany him forever.

Once the inn disappeared one day, how would he survive?

His only way out was to become stronger, so that he could establish himself in this dangerous world!

Power!

True power! Enough for Su Yang to protect himself, and even disregard the existence of most powerful beings in the Primordial World!

This was precisely the goal he was striving for!

In the Dao De Jing, there was a saying that aptly described the current state of the Primordial World: "Heaven and Earth are not benevolent; they treat all things as straw dogs!"

"Sages are not benevolent; they treat the common people as straw dogs!"

In this world, Sages resided beyond the Thirty-three Layers of Great Luo Heaven, dwelling in chaos and paying no heed to the myriad phenomena of the mortal realm.

Furthermore, Immortals and Gods sat enthroned in the Jade Emperor Palace, above the Great Luo Heaven, turning a blind eye to the suffering of the mortal world.

In their eyes, mortals were nothing more than ants in the dust.

And this world had repeatedly fallen into catastrophe due to the wars between Immortals and Gods!

For instance, the "Dragon-Han Calamity," initially triggered by the Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Qilin Clan!

No sooner had the Dragon-Han Calamity ended than the "Witch-Demon Calamity" arose from the conflict between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan!

And later, there was the "Investiture of the Gods Calamity"!

Each Heavenly Calamity would draw all the gods and demons in the heavens into its vortex, let alone the insignificant mortals.

Perhaps you might think, "Can't mortals simply stay out of it, hide, and wait for the calamity to end?"

Ridiculous! How could a mortal possibly emerge unscathed from a calamity that even Immortals and Gods could not escape?

Moreover, during the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, even the legendary Sages were implicated!

The battles between Sages had nearly shattered the entire Primordial land!

During the earlier Witch-Demon Calamity, the Demon Clan's Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun, in order to forge the "Witch-Slaying Sword" capable of dealing with the Witch Clan, slaughtered tens of billions of Human Race beings!

All for the sake of imbuing the divine sword with a sliver of power to counter the Witch Clan.

From this, one could see how insignificant mortals were in such a world; even comparing them to "ants" felt like an overstatement.

To survive in such a world, Su Yang had to continuously improve his strength!

He had to become powerful enough to disregard any threat and avoid being caught in any calamity!

With anticipation, he opened the "Storyteller System," gazing at the fruits of his labor over the past few days, unable to contain his excitement!

A total of three thousand points!

This meant he could draw thirty times from the Blue Prize Pool, or three times from the Purple Prize Pool!

This was a rare opportunity, a chance to change his destiny!

The lottery system had three prize pools, distinguished by color.

The lowest tier was the Blue Prize Pool, the intermediate tier was Purple, and the topmost tier was undoubtedly the Gold Prize Pool!

Drawing from the Blue Prize Pool cost one hundred points per draw, while the Purple Prize Pool required one thousand points per draw.

As for the Gold Prize Pool, each draw cost a staggering one hundred thousand points!

One hundred times more expensive than the Purple Prize Pool!

According to the system's explanation, if one was lucky enough, even from the Blue Prize Pool, it was possible to obtain rewards of Purple tier.

Even Gold tier rewards were not entirely impossible to obtain from the Blue Prize Pool.

However, the probability was pitifully low.

"System, I want to draw."

Su Yang spoke softly.

For the current Su Yang, three thousand points was a considerable amount of resources!

Drawing from the Blue Prize Pool could yield thirty Blue items, while drawing from the Purple Prize Pool offered a chance to directly obtain three Purple items!

Of course, if luck was not on his side, it was also possible to draw Blue items from the Purple Prize Pool.

[Host currently has 3000 points. Please select a prize pool.]
[This prize pool can draw items related to the World of *Zhetian*!]

Upon hearing the prompt, Su Yang bit his lip slightly, pondering in his mind, "Should I try drawing ten times from the Blue Prize Pool first? Blue items should still be somewhat helpful to me now, right?"

"Then I'll spend one thousand points to draw ten times from the Blue Prize Pool."

As soon as he finished speaking, the drawing interface appeared before his eyes. A massive roulette wheel began to spin, and Su Yang's eyes lit up as he stared expectantly at the rotating patterns.

After a moment, six beams of light appeared before him, all emitting a blue glow.

"Looks like my luck is average."

Su Yang felt a slight disappointment, then some confusion, and asked, "System, didn't I draw ten times? Why did I only get six items?"

[The host used 400 points to draw 'Thank you for your patronage'.]

"What the hell."

Su Yang's expression immediately darkened, a surge of anger rising within him.

What kind of situation was this? Was the system also implementing this kind of lottery mechanism? You could even draw 'Thank you for your patronage'? And he drew it four times in a row, wasting four hundred points?

This isn't just bad luck, it's like I'm possessed by the unluckiest person alive!

He sighed helplessly, accepting the reality. Then, he looked at the remaining six items and said, "Examine these items."

As his voice fell, the six items instantly appeared before him.

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining, the personal clothing of the Ruthless Great Emperor.]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining, dead skin from the foot of Grave Robbing Heavenly Venerable Duan De.]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining, one strand of Black Emperor's body hair.]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining, three strands of Black Emperor's body hair.]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining, a wisp of hair from the Ruthless Great Emperor.]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining, the Ruthless Great Emperor's childhood physique.]

Looking at these rewards drawn from the Blue Prize Pool, Su Yang fell into silence for a moment.

He thought the items in the pool would be useful, but what were these things before him?

It was a piece of personal clothing? From the Ruthless Great Emperor? If she found out, wouldn't she just obliterate him?

Dead skin from Duan De's foot? Shed body hair from the Black Emperor? And twice?

And what was the point of that wisp of hair?

Finally, he obtained the Ruthless Great Emperor's childhood physique, leaving Su Yang completely speechless.

At her peak, the Ruthless Great Emperor's physique was incredibly powerful.

But her childhood physique was a useless one!

"I don't believe in bad luck! Let's try the Purple Prize Pool twice more!"

Su Yang gritted his teeth and threw all his points into the lottery system.

[Congratulations to the host, you have drawn "Thank you for your patronage."]

Su Yang felt a tightness in his chest, almost unable to breathe and pass out. Fortunately, the System finally reacted, and a flash of light allowed him to recover.

The light grew brighter and brighter, and Su Yang's eyes widened, unable to believe what he was seeing!

The blue light gradually condensed, turning purple, and then even turned gold!

It's gold!

Looking at the golden light flashing in the prize pool, Su Yang simply couldn't believe it!