"Sure enough, the difference between a descendant of imperial blood and a Mortal Body really was enormous."
Standing where he was, Chen Yu felt the changes in his body and could not help shaking his head.
The blessing of imperial blood did not change his cultivation.
He was still that same small fry in the Bitter Sea Realm.
Yet despite his cultivation being exactly the same, the feeling was completely different.
Chen Yu felt that he was clearly much stronger now than before.
Although his cultivation had not changed, the might he could unleash was different.
And this was still with his imperial blood only just revived, before his physique and divine power had undergone their transformation.
Once he reached the Big Dipper and could freely absorb divine power to replenish his deficit, he would presumably grow even stronger.
"So those special bloodlines and special physiques really do enjoy every advantage in the early stages."
Standing there, Chen Yu could not help shaking his head.
He recalled that famous statement of Heavenly Emperor Ye's.
The Mortal Body is the strongest.
Chen Yu scoffed at those words now.
Perhaps at the level of a Red Dust Immortal, the Mortal Body truly was the most suitable, but that was a matter for the very late stages.
Once you had developed that far, it hardly mattered what you chose.
But then again.
Without some special physique or special bloodline, could you even develop into the very late stages?
Wouldn't you get utterly crushed in the early stages instead?
Besides, Great Emperor Wushi was also a Red Dust Immortal, also possessed the potential to become an Immortal Emperor or even reach the Sacrificial Dao, yet he had never been seen cutting away his own physique.
Clearly, things like physiques no longer mattered at that level.
Whichever path one wished to take was simply one's own choice.
He waited alone on the mountaintop for a while, and only after quite some time did he spot Ye Fan and the others.
"Everyone, it has been a while."
He rose from where he was and greeted Ye Fan and the others with a bow.
"You climbed the mountain too, Daoist?"
Looking at Chen Yu before them, Ye Fan and the others wore peculiar expressions.
They had clearly started up Mount Tai first, so even if he had chosen to climb the mountain too, he should have been behind them.
But from the look of things now, he seemed to have been waiting there for quite a while already.
What was going on?
"Could it be that you know lightness skills, Daoist?"
Ye Fan asked curiously, "The kind that lets you run across rooftops and walls?"
"That's enough. This is the Daoist's private business. How can you pry into it?"
Liu Yunzhi spoke snidely from the side. "Ye Fan, do you know anything about manners?"
He never let an opportunity to take a snide jab at Ye Fan slip by.
"That hardly counts as private business."
Chen Yu glanced at Liu Yunzhi beside them, then focused his gaze on Ye Fan and smiled at him. "I don't know lightness skills or anything of the sort, but I do know a few other miscellaneous tricks."
"If you're interested, Mr. Ye, I could teach you a few."
"Then it would be impolite of me to refuse."
Delight appeared on Ye Fan's face.
He had always been very interested in these secret cultivation methods.
Chen Yu was clearly no ordinary person, and his methods were bound to be extraordinary as well. Learning them certainly would not be a loss.
"We also have hearts that seek the Dao. Might we study them together?"
Zhou Yi hurriedly spoke up from the side, expressing his own wish as well.
"If you have the heart for it, of course."
Chen Yu smiled and did not refuse. "Only, the path of cultivation has always been perilous. Once you enter this gate, your fate is no longer your own."
"I hope your journeys will be smooth sailing in the future."
Most of these people before him would achieve extraordinary things.
There was no need to mention Ye Fan, the illustrious Heavenly Emperor Ye, who would one day reach Above the Sacrificial Dao.
Most of the others would achieve no small things either. Outstanding figures among them, such as Zhou Yi, would even advance straight into the ranks of Quasi-Emperors, performing far better than those fellows supposedly possessed of the makings of a Great Emperor.
Forming a good connection with these people was a fine choice for Chen Yu as well.
It was only a matter of lifting a hand anyway.
As his words fell, he suddenly raised his head.
A breeze rose, lifting the hem of his robe atop the mountain. Streaks of radiance shone, making him appear even more transcendent, with an inexplicable bearing unlike that of worldly people, as well as an inexplicable sense of reassurance.
"It's here."
Standing there, he gazed at the heavens and suddenly spoke.
His voice was very soft, but it still reached the ears of those around him.
"What?"
The people around him froze, and then their expressions swiftly changed.
A shadow appeared high in the heavens, then quickly revealed its true form.
It was unmistakably nine dead True Dragons.
The True Dragons surged onward. They seemed to have died long ago, yet their bodies still exuded a terrifying, unquestionable majesty, a presence that made people tremble.
Even more frightening was the Bronze Coffin being pulled behind those nine True Dragons.
Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin!
At that moment, everyone on Mount Tai froze, disbelief appearing on every face.
Nine True Dragons were pulling a coffin. Without question, the sight dealt an enormous psychological shock to everyone.
More terrifying still, those nine True Dragons were charging straight toward them.
Their target was unmistakably the summit of Mount Tai.
Bang!
An enormous crash rang out, and Mount Tai began to split apart.
In a concealed corner, a Five-Colored Altar appeared, its location not far from Ye Fan and the others.
At the sight, Chen Yu neither delayed nor hesitated, stepping straight forward.
An astonishing scene unfolded.
As Chen Yu took that step, a streak of rainbow light appeared beneath his feet, actually carrying his entire body into the air and straight into the bronze coffin.
"He's flying!"
"Is he an immortal?"
At the sight, the people below were instantly dumbstruck, their faces filled with disbelief.
Ye Fan and the others, who had interacted with Chen Yu, were likewise somewhat unable to believe it.
By now, however, they had no time for any further thoughts.
For as the Five-Colored Altar shone, the enormous bronze coffin began to tip over.
An inexplicable pulling force appeared, drawing them all inside together.
Bang!
The next moment, the enormous Bronze Coffin began to right itself. The Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin seemed to have completed its mission and set off once more.
Amid a rumbling roar, the nine True Dragons surged forward, soon disappearing from the summit of Mount Tai.
And Chen Yu's journey had only just begun.
After entering the coffin, he stood steadily inside, some distance from Ye Fan and the others.
He paid no attention to Ye Fan and the others behind him, merely observing the Bronze Coffin before him in silence.
There was a coffin within the coffin, another coffin inside the outer one.
And this was actually what truly mattered.
Chen Yu gazed at the ancient coffin.
All manner of images were engraved upon the ancient bronze coffin, including ancient forebears, deities of Desolate Antiquity, and all sorts of strange beasts filling the spaces among them.
Chen Yu stood there, gazing for a long time, and in the end... still could not make anything out.
It was reasonable that he could not make anything out.
Compared with him, this coffin was simply on far too high a level. With his current cultivation, it would have been downright bizarre if he could discern anything.
Being unable to make anything out was only reasonable.
Of course, even if he could not discern anything, he could still try doing something else.
The next moment, he extended his hand, placing it against the ancient bronze coffin.
"Check in for me!"