The Immortal Emperor Descends
"This is troublesome!" Song Wen's heart skipped a beat.
The eight golden dragons emanated a powerful aura, like a continuous mountain range, pressing down heavily and instantly tensing his body.
Judging from the power of the golden light emitted by the golden dragon that was previously slain, even if he used all his trump cards, he would not be able to withstand the attack of eight golden dragons at the same time.
Even Jiang Wanyue couldn't do it; there probably isn't any other Lingxu Dao Immortal in the world who could achieve that.
"Could it be that I have to resort to Life-Substitution Technique to save my life?" Song Wen wondered to himself.
However, with Ji Jinglun and the Corpse Daoist Yin by his side, he did not want to expose his Life-Substitution Technique at this moment.
But it seems there's no other way at the moment.
"Gu Huang, be careful!" Jiang Wanyue suddenly spoke, "You should retreat immediately, I will do my best to help you defend yourself."
As she finished speaking, Taiyin Cold Qi emanated from her body, intertwining and swirling in front of her and Song Wen, instantly forming an ice shield that grew increasingly thick.
The Jade-White Flying Sword headed straight for the stone pillar, slashing at one of the golden dragons, clearly intending to strike first.
Song Wen glanced at Jiang Wanyue with surprise, feeling slightly taken aback.
--She actually went to great lengths to help her escape; if she wasn't careful, she might also be in mortal danger.
Song Wen Wenxin knew that Jiang Wanyue's actions were likely related to the fact that Xiao Yuankui's soul was still in his hands.
However, he appreciated the other party's kindness.
"No need..."
No sooner had Song Wen spoken than another change occurred on the high platform.
The gravity restriction on the platform failed, and Ji Jinglun and the Corpse Daoist Yin both soared into the air, each wielding Bone Banner and Ghost-Head Long Saber, slashing at the nine chains binding the Bronze Corpse Coffin.
The chains were surprisingly fragile.
With a single slash, the Corpse Daoist Yin severed three chains.
Ji Jinglun waved his Bone Banner, two more chains broke.
The Bronze Corpse Coffin, now missing four broken supports, immediately lost its balance and tilted.
At this moment, the golden light in the eyes of the nine-headed golden dragon was as dazzling as stars, almost bursting forth.
The Jade-White Flying Sword, however, came right up to one of the golden dragons.
As the sword flashed, the golden dragon, along with the stone pillar it had coiled around, was severed and then pulverized by the overflowing Sword Qi.
As the stone pillar shattered, a dramatic change occurred.
The oppressive aura emanating from the eight golden dragons instantly dissipated, and the brilliant golden light in their eyes gradually dimmed.
Most unexpectedly, the remaining four chains also shattered instantly.
The Bronze Corpse Coffin, now free of any restraints, plummeted from the sky.
"Bang!"
The Corpse Coffin, only a little over ten feet long, was unusually heavy. The moment it hit the stone platform, the platform shattered into pieces, sending dust and rubble flying everywhere.
The coffin lid suddenly flew off.
An overwhelming aura swept out instantly, the corpse energy surged, and a fierce wind suddenly arose.
Ji Jinglun and the Corpse Daoist Yin were closest to the Corpse Coffin and were the first to be hit. Their clothes were whipped around by the corpse energy, their bodies were sent flying backward, and scarlet blood gushed from their mouths.
Song Wen and Jiang Wanyue were a little further away, but they didn't have time to retreat before being approached by the corpse energy and gale.
Fortunately, the two were protected by an ice shield that Jiang Wanyue had conjured beforehand, and she was using her full strength.
The corpse energy blast struck the ice shield, causing it to shatter and crack.
Jiang Wanyue, however, did not engage in a direct confrontation.
"Retreat!"
While reminding Song Wen to retreat, she flew backward along with her shield to deflect the impact of the corpse energy gusts.
The corpse-energy gale came suddenly and went quickly, weakening in an instant.
Inside the ice shield, the Taiyin Cold Qi circulates, continuously repairing the cracks.
Song Wen and Jiang Wanyue escaped this horrific event An Ran.
Ji Jinglun and the Corpse Daoist Yin also survived, but their chests were stained with blood, their faces were pale, and their breaths were weak.
However, the strong wind also dispersed the dust and rubble that rose from the collapsed stone platform, making the scene inside the Corpse Coffin clearly visible to the four people.
Inside the Corpse Coffin lay the skeleton of a Human Race.
The skeleton was mostly broken, but it had been forcibly pieced together.
It is not surprising that there were skeletons in the Corpse Coffin.
But inside the abdominal cavity of the skeleton, there was a young child.
The toddler was fair-skinned and looked to be about three or four years old.
It lay on its side, its body slightly curled up, its eyes closed, its breathing even, and its chest rising and falling slightly.
Clearly, it is a living creature.
"This..."
Even though Song Wen and his companions were all immortal-level experts who had seen all sorts of strange things, they were still incredibly shocked.
Inside Corpse Coffin sealed for who knows how many millennia, there was actually a Living Infant?!
"Isn't this... the scene from that mural?" Jiang Wanyue exclaimed in surprise.
Song Wen also remembered:
The mural on the ceiling of the room I came from depicted the process of a cultivator whose physical body was destroyed, who then used the original body to nurture a new one and was reborn.
The scene before us is exactly the same as the one in the mural.
However, one thing is certain: when the person in the mural was reborn, their new body had already grown to the size of seven or eight years old.
The Living Infant in front of them looked to be only three or four years old.
Therefore, the new physical body should not have truly taken shape yet.
Furthermore, Song Wen couldn't sense any cultivation level in the Living Infant. Could this also be related to the fact that it hadn't yet fully formed?
This did allow Song Wen to relax a little.
As long as the new physical body has not yet grown, no matter what level of cultivation or how strong the soul of the master in this place was before his death, Song Wen has nothing to fear, and at least escaping will not be a problem.
However, despite Song Wen's continuous examination of the inside of the Corpse Coffin with his Divine Sense and eyes, he found no trace of any soul.
On the other side.
Ji Jinglun and the Corpse Daoist Yin stared in horror at the Corpse Coffin, seemingly forgetting their own injuries.
There really is a method for physical reshaping?!
Could it be true that, as depicted in the murals, one's cultivation level improves after being reborn through this method?
A burning light suddenly shone in the eyes of Ji Jinglun and the Corpse Daoist Yin.
However, at that moment...
A slight ripple stirred within the Corpse Coffin, and a humanoid phantom slowly coalesced into form.
It was the silhouette of a middle-aged man, tall and slender, dressed in a dark ancient robe.
His face was thin and his eyes were slightly open, revealing a calmness that had endured countless ages and an indifference that regarded all living beings as ants.
"Where do you come from? Why have you disturbed my slumber?"
His voice was not loud, and contained not a trace of anger, but rather a calm that exuded a sense of superiority.
Even more bizarrely, although the phantom's mouth was clearly opening and closing, the sound did not come from its mouth, but rather came from all directions at the same time.
It seeped into my ears everywhere—from the Corpse Coffin, from the stone walls, from the depths of the earth beneath my feet—reaching straight to my soul.
Song Wen felt a buzzing in his ears, as if his heart was being squeezed tightly, and his body was as tense as a bowstring.
Jiang Wanyue, Ji Jinglun, and the Corpse Daoist Yin were all in the same boat, as if they were stunned by the phantom and the voice.
The middle-aged man's illusory figure lowered his eyes, looking down at the Living Infant in the Corpse Coffin below.
"My physical body has not yet fully developed, yet you have breached the great formation and interrupted the Secret Method. What is your crime?"