Qin Tian stroked the enormous Bronze Coffin. Ancient and unadorned, it bore the weathering of countless years, and a mysterious aura flowed around it.
No one knew what material this ancient coffin had been forged from. It was itself an incarnation of ancient history, spanning three thousand eras, unchanged through the ages, eternal and imperishable.
Qin Tian pushed open the ancient Bronze Coffin. A sound like the first cry at the birth of the universe rang out, making his mind tremble and threatening to draw his soul out of his body.
He stepped into the coffin and saw a star chart. Its engravings were blurred and covered in rust, and its countless stars were exceedingly tiny, as though a real world had been fixed in place here.
Looking around, he saw one bronze engraving after another on the coffin walls: Taotie, Qiongqi, Taowu, and others. Huge and hideous, they were so lifelike that they inspired dread at a glance. All were ancient beasts recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, and they seemed ready to burst through the walls.
"The ancient beasts in the Classic of Mountains and Seas all have extraordinary origins!" Qin Tian looked thoughtful.
After all, Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin was a divine object that had existed countless eras ago.
And these ancient beasts had already existed in that age, their images engraved inside the Bronze Coffin and passed down through generation after generation to the present.
That was more badass than any immortal art.
True Immortals could fall, Immortal Kings could die, and even Path-End Immortal Emperors could be forgotten, yet bloodlines could survive countless eras and endure to the present.
Generation after generation, the ancestors lived within their descendants' blood. This was the most enduring and effective method of attaining immortality.
"But... why