"No, that's not right. Even the legendary god-level dragons could never possess such an aura! That coffin... the patterns on that coffin..."
Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened as he tried to make out the blurry patterns on the bronze coffin.
But those patterns seemed to contain the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, or perhaps some kind of lost divine script belonging to another world. Just one glance made him dizzy and his soul ache.
His system of knowledge, upon which he relied for survival and which he was so proud of, all seemed utterly ridiculous in the face of this bizarre phenomenon of Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin.
Xiao Wu gripped Tang San's arm tightly, her pretty face pale.
Her instincts as Soul Beast made her feel the oppressive aura of the nine black dragons even more clearly and deeply.
It possessed an unimaginable antiquity and majesty that surpassed even Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, and even the Da Ming and the Er Ming she knew.
Her voice trembled. "They... they give me such a terrifying feeling!"
Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, and for a moment...
The entire Shrek community was completely captivated by the breathtaking scene that transcended time and space.
The Spirit Hall, top floor of the Pope's Palace.
Bibi Dong suddenly stood up from the Pope throne, her jeweled scepter slamming into the ground with a loud clang, spiderweb-like cracks spreading out from the tip of the scepter.
Her once elegant and dignified face had lost its former grace and majesty, leaving only disbelief, shock, and a hint of...
A deep-seated fear that even she herself was unaware of.
Those nine black dragons!
Every aura emanating from it made her, the inheritor of the Rakshasa Godhood, feel a bone-chilling threat!
That's not about the strength of Soul Power, but about the level of life, the difference between "Tao" and "Li"—it's more primal, more domineering, as if it came from the beginning of Splitting Heaven and Earth.
That giant bronze coffin was even more eerie; even through the Heavenly Screen, she could feel a terrifying aura that suppressed eternity and buried stars.
"Another world... is this the power of another world?"
Bibi Dong muttered to herself, her phoenix eyes flashing intensely with shock, greed, and a sense of unease and resentment at being looked down upon by a higher being, and realizing that her own path was not the only path to the pinnacle.
"If only we could master this power..."
Once the thought arose, it could not be suppressed, but what followed was a deeper chill—how could one grasp such an existence?
The Star Dou Great Forest, deep within the Lake of Life.
"Roar--!!!"
Di Tian, the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King with 800,000 years of cultivation, the strongest among the Soul Beast of the Douluo Continent, uncontrollably let out a dragon roar that was a mixture of pain, anger, and extreme terror.
He knelt on one knee, his hands bracing against the ground, carving deep furrows into the incredibly hard rock.
His blood was boiling, wailing, and... surrendering!
That wasn't due to suppression of cultivation level, but rather an absolute and overwhelming difference in rank stemming from the very source of bloodline!
The nine black dragons in the Heavenly Screen, each one in his perception, seemed to be one of the sources of the dragon bloodline, a true innate being that roamed the universe and held sway over the rules of the Great Dao!
Compared to him, the so-called Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King was like a clay imposter gazing up at a real dragon soaring through the heavens!
"My lord! This... this is..."
The Myriad Demon King's voice was hoarse and dry, and his countless branches and eyes were trembling violently.
His plant-based instincts made him want to bury himself deep in the ground, to escape the gaze of the heavens above.
Xiong Jun growled, his Dark Gold Dreadclaw extending and retracting, his crimson eyes filled with rage and a hint of... fear.
His prized defenses and strength seemed utterly laughable in the face of that aura.
Bi Ji's face was devoid of gentleness, replaced only by deep worry and horror as she looked at the slender figure radiating a nine-colored halo at the core.
Eastsea Academy.
" Wulin, I..."
Gu Yuena's face was as pale as paper, her delicate body swayed slightly, and she subconsciously grabbed the railing, her fingers icy cold.
The Silver Dragon King Bloodline within her was stirring with unprecedented agitation, not excitement, but an extreme fear and instinctive resistance to encountering a higher-level kind, along with a sense of insignificance emanating from the depths of her soul.
" Gu Yue, what's wrong?"
Tang Wulin was shocked and quickly supported her, his Golden Dragon King Bloodline also stirring slightly.
But it's more of a ferocity and vigilance in the face of a threat, rather than the primal trembling that Gu Yuena possessed.
He looked up at the Heavenly Screen, his heart pounding. The visual and spiritual impact of the nine black dragons and the giant coffin was unparalleled.
"What exactly is that? A dragon? But this..."
"That wasn't Soul Beast... nor was it a dragon as we understand it..."
Gu Yuena stood there quietly, her beautiful silver hair moving without wind, and in the depths of her purple eyes, the nine black dragons pulling the coffin in the sky and the giant bronze coffin that suppressed the Heavenly Screen were reflected.
Her aura fluctuated violently like never before, and the halo around her flickered.
What she felt was clearer and more profound than what Di Tian.
They are not of the same origin, but they are... of the same kind!
She truly belongs to the "dragon," and is an existence that is more ancient, purer, and closer to the essence of the "dragon" than her, a split incarnation of the Dragon God and of the Silver Dragon King Bloodline!
The aura emanating from that giant bronze coffin stirred even the Dragon God's mark deep within her soul, as if it had touched upon some buried, distant memory about the origins of the dragon race.
"How is it possible... that there are... dragons... outside this world?"
Gu Yuena's voice was very soft, but it carried a tremor that she herself was unaware of.
The power level of those nine black dragons may not be at its peak at this moment, but the "high" level of their bloodline essence far exceeds her understanding.
Whom are they burying in the coffins they're pulling?
Why did I descend upon that place called Mount Tai?
Just as everyone in the Douluo Continent was shocked by the Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin, the scene in the Heavenly Screen showed the Jade Emperor Peak of Mount Tai.
As the smoke and dust dissipated, the ancient, weathered, and enormous Bronze Coffin was revealed, along with the nine black dragons that stretched out beside it like a mountain range.
They lay there silently, death and oppression coexisting, forming a scene that awes the heavens.
The next moment, to the astonishment of Ye Fan and the others, as well as countless viewers from the Douluo Continent, the lid of the bronze coffin slid open slightly...
An even more ancient and desolate aura, seemingly from the very beginning of the universe, mixed with the chill of death and endless darkness, emanated from it.
This mere leak of a trace of energy was enough to Heavenly Screen all the spectators across the Douluo Continent...
Whether human or Soul Beast, Titled Douluo or 100,000-year-old Ferocious Beast, they all felt an irresistible chill and sense of insignificance emanating from the depths of their souls.
It was as if I were standing in front of that coffin...
The world, power, life, and even time as they perceive them are nothing more than insignificant dust!