It was a stone palace one meter tall, nearly perfect, a masterpiece seemingly carved by ghosts and gods. Magnified a thousandfold, it would undoubtedly be a towering, immortal celestial palace.
Two God-Slaying Insects coiled around it, their entire bodies shining. They were as imposing as True Dragons, their bodies vigorous and powerful, inspiring awe.
Qin Tian used his hand as an axe, manifesting the principles of creation to shatter the blood-groove altar and extract an ancient coffin.
This coffin was unfathomably mysterious and only four fingers in size. It seemed to have endured immensely long ages, its patterns already worn away. Faint images of the sun, moon, stars, flowers, birds, fish, and insects remained visible-all ancient things that had existed since antiquity.
Most mysterious of all were the exceedingly intricate, tiny runes within the carvings between the sun, moon, and stars, almost worn smooth by time. Qin Tian could see them with his eyesight, but could not recognize what script they were.
"The Divine Spirit Nine-Layer Coffin!" Qin Tian murmured.
The so-called final resting place of a Great Emperor lay neither beneath the yellow earth nor in the mortal world. They were buried in the Ninth Heaven, returned to the boundless void, with solitude and loneliness as their companions in the cold universe. That was an emperor's eternal destination.
For the mortal realm was insufficient to bury an emperor. Divine spirits were flawless, imperishable even in death. An emperor body, like an Emperor Weapon, could traverse endless ages without decaying or perishing. Thus, only the Nine Heavens could be an emperor's final resting place, where they rested in the universe.
Of course, the being inside this divine spirit coffin had not truly died. Like Azure Emperor, he existed between life and death, comprehending the Dao between the two, breaking his