Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin

Ji Hao contemplated the Dao while setting aside part of his attention to admire the scenery around him and chat with Ye Fan.

When it came to matters from the era of the Yellow Emperor, Ji Hao could talk endlessly. Ye Fan himself was highly knowledgeable and enjoyed books on curiosities. Having just finished reading the Huangdi Neijing, he was greatly interested in such matters. The two talked for a long time, both feeling as though they had met too late. 🎈🐧  ☺💛

"Friends despite the age gap!"

Of course, there were also some improper matters Ji Hao did not mention. For example, Shennong was actually a rather improper old man who had even taken his own grandson to certain indescribable places, places like the Wonderful Desire Nunnery.

In any case, Ji Hao would definitely never admit that he had been there!

By evening, everyone finally reached the summit of Mount Tai—Jade Emperor Summit. Looking down upon the myriad mountains beneath their feet and gazing into the distance at the Yellow River, they immediately understood the true meaning behind Confucius's words: "Climb Mount Tai and the whole world seems small."

"I shall climb to the utmost peak and see all mountains shrink beneath my gaze," Ji Hao murmured.

A point of light lit up between his brows, like a great sun.

His aura grew increasingly majestic, yet the people around him felt not the slightest pressure. This showed just how skillfully Ji Hao controlled his mana.

The shadow of Mount Tai was reflected in his eyes. Since Ji Hao stood at the very front, no one noticed this strange phenomenon. Only Ye Fan, beside him, sensed that Ji Hao was somehow different at that moment.

At that moment, the setting sun hung low in the west. Every cloud-wreathed peak was edged in dazzling gold, gleaming like rare treasures.

Suddenly, Ji Hao raised his head, his eyes deep and profound. Within his sea of consciousness, an unrivaled secret technique began to circulate.

Nine Secrets: Shu!

The "Shu" secret, a technique created by the Daoist Celestial Worthy, was also one of the Nine Secrets whose specific function had never appeared in the original work.

Ji Hao had gone to great lengths to obtain this secret technique. It was also the only one of the Nine Secrets he had acquired.

The Nine Secrets were among the few secret techniques in Shrouding the Heavens capable of touching upon the immortal path.

The claim that the Nine Secrets, combined as one, made one invincible beneath heaven was no exaggeration, but fact. In a realm where nearly everyone remained on the human path, immortal techniques were simply overwhelming.

The "Shu" secret exhausted all transformations beneath heaven, encompassed the universe, sought karma, discerned heavenly secrets, and could do anything.

It could be called the ancestor of heavenly secret masters and Divine Fortune Tellers. Divine Fortune Teller might not have performed as impressively as an Origin Saint Master in the original work, but one had to consider the gap in their divination abilities.

A mighty expert or King could divine a Saint or even a Quasi-Emperor—though he would drop dead immediately after finishing the divination.

On Earth, even Qi Refinement cultivators generally possessed decent divination techniques. The root of it all was that Nine Secrets: Shu had been passed down on Earth as the ancestor of all scriptures.

Both the Flame Emperor and the Yellow Emperor had drawn upon it to create their own divination techniques.

"It's finally here. The curtain has risen!" Ji Hao gazed at the sky with a complicated expression.

"From this moment onward, the second part of the Shrouding the Heavens trilogy begins!"

"The battle for the Emperor's Path, the Dark Turmoil, and even the Strange Clan that would come afterward."

The unknown secrets flashing through Ji Hao's mind made him silently steel himself. From this moment onward!

"Shrouding the Heavens, here I come!"

Suddenly, several black dots appeared in the sky, rapidly drawing nearer. Soon afterward, they let out a howling roar like wind and thunder.

"What is that?!"

A cry of alarm rose from the crowd as they continually backed away.

Nine enormous objects fell from the sky like nine great rivers crashing down. Everyone was startled, their faces turning pale.

Nine massive dragon corpses, each a hundred meters long, lay still across the mountaintop, most of their bodies resting on the summit while smaller portions dangled beneath the cliff. Like a black steel Great Wall, they radiated a shocking sense of strength and delivered an immense visual impact.

Jade Emperor Summit on Mount Tai cracked apart, revealing the Five-Colored Altar within.

The twenty-meter-long bronze coffin was plain and ancient, with several blurred archaic patterns upon it. It carried the weathered air of countless years, while a mysterious aura flowed around it.

A strong gust swept up Ji Hao's long hair, revealing his glassy golden eyes.

Martial Dao Heavenly Eyes!

The mysterious primitive symbols within them seemed to be born of Fortune and vitality, containing the ultimate secrets of creation and destruction.

Ji Hao's cultivation was not high. Due to his physical condition, he had been sealed by the Yellow Emperor at an early age. Yet his talent was extraordinary, and through his exceptional spiritual power and natural gifts, he had cultivated a pair of Martial Dao Heavenly Eyes at a young age.

After a moment of silence, chaos erupted. Terrified screams and helpless cries rang out as the tourists fled in every direction.

The nine massive dragon corpses and the Three Worlds Bronze Coffin lay quietly before them. Ji Hao stood silently at the front without retreating in the slightest. The sight assaulted everyone's senses without pause; it was simply too shocking and mysterious.

Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin. The years during which they had existed were unimaginably ancient. If traced back far enough, they could be traced to the era of the master of the Three Worlds Bronze Coffin, so distant it was beyond imagination—the beginning of everything.

Beneath the blood-red sunset, the youth, the ancient coffin, and the true dragons formed a breathtaking painting.

No one could speak. Their hearts churned violently, and their faces were filled with shock, panic, fear, and terror. They could not calm down.

Only after a long while did Lin Jia say softly, "We should hurry down the mountain."

Everyone nodded in agreement, feeling that they should leave this place immediately. No one wished to remain for even another moment.

"Brother, hurry down the mountain. This is a little creepy!" Seeing that Ji Hao had not moved, Ye Fan hurried forward and said.

Ji Hao turned around, and his pair of glassy golden eyes seized the soul.

"Are you ready?" Ji Hao asked calmly.

"Ready for what?" An inexplicable panic arose in Ye Fan's heart. It seemed that something immensely important was about to happen. He did not even have time to ask about Ji Hao's eyes before urgently pressing for an answer.

"A magnificent era is about to begin!" Ji Hao shrugged and continued, "As for the rest, I don't know either. After all, I'm just someone hitching a ride."

In truth, he knew very well that perhaps no one in all of history, past or future, knew more than he did about the origins and future of everything. He had read the Shrouding the Heavens trilogy more than once or twice, but he could not reveal anything. The karmic consequences were too great.

"Y-you... who exactly are you?" Ye Fan asked.

"I already told you, a descendant of Yan and Huang!" Ji Hao said with a smile.

"And don't forget to pay the parking fee!"

With that, Ji Hao stopped scanning the Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin, leaving Ye Fan utterly baffled.

Given Ji Hao's cultivation at the Dao Palace Realm, he could not make out anything truly substantial.

He turned to the "freshly unearthed" Five-Colored Altar. Every section of the altar was ancient and simple, covered in the traces of time and carved with archaic talismanic symbols that were difficult to distinguish.

Seeing Ji Hao studying it, Ye Fan did not continue speaking.

Ji Hao activated his Martial Dao Heavenly Eyes. A strand of mysterious aura flickered within his gaze as he carefully stared at the Five-Colored Altar, studying the runes upon it.

Every rune was incomparably complex, as though it were a reflection of the Dao of time and space. The sight gave Ji Hao a headache, but he persisted.

"Jingwei, Jingwei..."

The little bird on Ji Hao's shoulder kept chirping, its crisp voice reaching his ears.

"I know, I know. I know it's dangerous, but we have to go. Both you and I have to go, understand? Be good, all right?" Ji Hao stroked the little bird's head to soothe her.

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