Golden Finger? Fishing Rod?

"Those uninvolved should leave as soon as possible. On this journey, some may attain the Dao and become immortals, while others may be buried in foreign lands. If you are not mentally prepared, hurry down the mountain."

Ji Hao spoke, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

"What do you mean by that?" someone asked.

Ji Hao did not respond and continued studying the Five-Colored Altar.

"Hurry down the mountain, Ye Fan!" someone called to Ye Fan from afar. Ye Fan gave Ji Hao a deep look and found that he was still examining the Five-Colored Altar. Mysterious runes, similar to those on the altar, were reflected in his eyes.

He had read many ancient books and was far more sensitive than others to such mysterious matters. Moreover, this seemed connected to his own fate, and he desperately wanted to know the answer.

Yet Ji Hao clearly did not intend to tell him, leaving him extremely anxious.

Ji Hao had no time to bother with him. Ye Fan had to go on this journey. It did not merely involve the Ruthless Emperor; there were even greater karmic ties at stake. Without Ye Fan traveling against the River of Time during the Era of Chaos, who knew what problems might arise.

Even if everyone on Mount Tai fled, Ye Fan would not be able to leave today. It could be said that Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin had come for Ye Fan. Even if Ye Fan left today, another Five-Colored Altar would send him to the cultivation world another day.

The terrain formation on this Five-Colored Altar was far from ordinary. It was a type of interstellar teleportation formation, containing spatial laws that none below the Sage Realm could grasp. Ji Hao's cultivation was not high, but the imperial blood within him came from the line of the Void Emperor, granting him an innate mastery of the mysteries of space.

Because the corpse of a Great Emperor had developed consciousness, a trace of extreme death aura had always remained in Ji Hao's bloodline. It made his blood impure and prevented him from matching an Emperor's Son, though he was still second only to one.

When it came to the mysteries of space, he possessed unrivaled natural talent.

Suddenly, the cracks beneath their feet continued spreading. Rocks shattered, exposing a larger section of the Five-Colored Altar, and the Three Worlds Bronze Coffin slid forward until it reached Ji Hao. At once, cries of terror erupted as many people fell into the enormous pit.

Looking at the massive bronze coffin, a desire suddenly rose within Ji Hao's heart, as though he wanted to seize something.

Following that desire, Ji Hao placed his hand on the Three Worlds Bronze Coffin.

"Boom!"

It was as though heaven and earth had just been created. An aura surpassing all things and the universe erupted with Ji Hao at its center. Time froze, and everything turned black and white.

With the Shrouding the Heavens universe at its center, a supreme and invincible Great Dao began to awaken. An aura transcending all things pierced through past and future, the six directions and eight desolations, all the way to the very beginning of heaven and earth.

It was the power belonging to the master of the Three Worlds Bronze Coffin—His Dao. Its might nearly surpassed even the Sacrificial Dao, freezing time itself without even the ancestors on The Plateau noticing.

The Dao laws belonging to the master of the Three Worlds Bronze Coffin were sacrificed, and a long rod, neither bronze nor iron nor steel, was born from the divine light.

The River of Time coiled around it, while endless, impossibly intricate Dao laws gathered together with streams of noble purple qi.

The beginningless, endless River of Time transformed into a single long line.

Countless divine lights erupted from the divine weapon. Ji Hao stared at it with blazing eyes and kept muttering, "Five thousand years! I knew it! How could a transmigrator like this young master possibly not have a golden finger?"

Ji Hao smiled brilliantly as he stared fixedly at the fishing rod that emerged from the endless divine light?!

His smile gradually stiffened.

"This thing is a fishing rod?" Ji Hao asked uncertainly.

Something so high-end... was actually a fishing rod?!

Though he was unsure what level the power that had just erupted had reached, it had definitely surpassed the Emperor Realm. A Great Emperor could not possibly produce such a dazzling spectacle.

Ji Hao might have been rather weak, but as a die-hard fan of the Red-Haired Monster and a keyboard king, he still had some appraisal skills.

His golden finger had only revealed itself after coming into contact with the Three Worlds Bronze Coffin.

What was the Three Worlds Bronze Coffin? It was the creation of the original master of the Three Worlds Bronze Coffin, an artifact that absolutely surpassed the Immortal Emperor Realm.

"No matter what, that display alone makes it worth having!" Ji Hao adjusted his mood and reached out to touch the fishing rod shimmering with divine light.

A beam of divine light shot into Ji Hao's mind, and a piece of information surfaced.

"So this thing is just called a fishing rod. It doesn't even have some grand, impressive name." Ji Hao was somewhat disappointed.

"Bad review!"

"I thought it would have some lofty name, like Primordial Fishing Rod, Chaos Fishing Rod, or Myriad Heavens Fishing Rod."

"Still, as a golden finger, its functions are pretty impressive."

A fishing rod's function was naturally fishing. Ordinary fishing rods used bait to catch fish, but Ji Hao's fishing rod was extraordinary. It used fortune and laws as bait to fish across the myriad heavens.

Magic treasures, ancient scriptures, heavenly materials, and earthly treasures could all be obtained.

The fishing rod had just awakened through the Dao laws of the master of the Three Worlds Bronze Coffin, and he had also gained one chance to fish across the myriad heavens.

It was extraordinarily precious, like a lottery draw. Some cost ten yuan per draw, some cost one hundred yuan per draw, but a draw using the Dao laws of the master of the Three Worlds Bronze Coffin as bait was definitely worth trillions upon trillions.

"Fortune and laws can both serve as bait," Ji Hao thought as he looked at the fishing rod in his hand.

Before the frozen time was released, a glimmer of golden light appeared as he looked toward Ye Fan.

Curious, he wanted to see the fortune of the future Heavenly Emperor Ye.

Above Ye Fan's head, his fortune condensed into five-colored auspicious clouds. A golden dragon was about to raise its head and soar, while golden lotuses of merit blossomed one after another.

"A hidden dragon in the abyss. Ye Fan is about to take flight!" Ji Hao sighed.

Leaving everything else aside, Ye Fan, as the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, had inherited the merit and fortune of the nine Sacred Bodies that once fought beneath the heavens and repeatedly quelled the dark turmoil.

Although merit seemed inconspicuous in this world, it still existed. It manifested as escaping danger in times of crisis, finding treasures when going out, and gaining smoother enlightenment in the Dao.

"Now is not the time to familiarize myself with my golden finger."

Ji Hao put away the fishing rod. The frozen time around him was released, and the world returned from black and white to its vibrant colors.

The moment Ji Hao put away the fishing rod,

ancient divine patterns lit up across the altar beneath his feet. Five-colored radiance shone as the jade blocks and stone slabs arranged on the Five-Colored Altar suddenly became crystal-clear and translucent.

Just as Ye Fan and the others were about to leave, the five-colored stone altar began to tremble. Jade Emperor Summit shook, and after a bout of dizziness, everyone was thrown down onto the stone altar, knocking over some jade pieces and ancient books.

"As expected, either the Ruthless Emperor or the Great Success Sacred Body has been watching this place all along. Ye Fan cannot escape this journey through the universe," Ji Hao sighed.

Light flickered as stones shattered, and scene after scene began to appear.

Ye Fan and the others cried out in alarm, but they could change nothing. They felt as though some mysterious force had enveloped them, leaving them unable to move and utterly despairing.

These ancient characters surrounded the bronze coffin like stars shimmering with light. They moved and rearranged themselves before forming a Bagua, from which a mysterious force surged forth and condensed above the bronze coffin.

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