Lin Hao looked at Ye Fan, nodded slightly, and then ignored him.
He remained seated, like an ancient, unchanging sacred mountain, seemingly in harmony with the surrounding storms and the mysterious bronze coffin behind him.
Ye Fan maintained his bowed posture and waited for a moment. Seeing that the other party did not respond, he was puzzled but not annoyed. He simply straightened up silently and stepped aside.
Since this mysterious figure was willing to shelter them in this storm, it was already an immense favor; why ask for more?
"Sit down and rest to recover your strength."
Ye Fan whispered to his companions.
Exhausted, everyone collapsed to the ground in this completely safe area, panting heavily. Some even lay down, staring blankly at the invisible barrier above them.
Outside the barrier, the dark red sandstorm remained wild, with pebbles and sand slamming against the edge of the barrier, yet not even a ripple could be stirred. When it approached within three zhang, it strangely stopped and disappeared, as if it had been directly erased by some supreme rule.
Ji Ziyue pouted and ignored Ye Fan and the others, sitting down next to Lin Hao, resting her chin on her hand, her bright eyes glancing at Lin Hao from time to time.
He would glance at the giant bronze coffin at times, and then look into the depths of the storm, lost in thought.
At this moment, Lin Hao's mind had already sunk deep into the sea of consciousness.
His outward appearance was as calm as an ancient well, but his heart was undergoing a process of enlightenment.
The Three-Life Bronze Coffin is connected to both the Heavenly Emperor Huang and the Heavenly Emperor Ye, and inherently contains the supreme mystery of time and reincarnation.
Lin Hao first sensed it on Mount Tai, then made close contact with it on Mars, and especially after sitting quietly in front of the coffin, subtly perceiving its inner Daoist essence with his divine sense. He finally grasped that fleeting glimmer of inspiration and began to condense a mysterious and unpredictable rudimentary rune in his heart.
He named this technique the " Heaven-Burying Technique ".
Bury the heavens!
Its core essence is to manipulate and accelerate the passage of time in a specific region.
Once this technique is used, it can accelerate the flow of time in the target's spacetime within a specific range, without affecting the time of the caster or the surrounding environment.
Simply put, it means subjecting the enemy to the erosion of a long period of time in a very short period of time.
For Great Emperor of the same rank, this technique is already terrifying.
Although the Great Emperor have long lifespans, often measured in tens of thousands of years, they will eventually reach the end of their lives.
If, in a life-or-death battle, the passage of time is suddenly accelerated by thousands or tens of thousands of years, or even just a brief moment of actual combat time, it would be enough to cause a peak Great Emperor to decline in condition, weaken in vitality, and shake in foundation, thus revealing a fatal flaw.
However, this technique is truly a "killer move" against those Ancient Supreme who have severed themselves, hibernated in Life Forbidden Zone, and relied on devouring the life essence of all living beings to prolong their lives!
Which of these Supreme wasn't a supreme figure who once ruled an era and whose power dominated the universe?
In their quest for immortality, they severed their imperial Dao Fruit, fell from the Emperor Realm, and hibernated in Life Forbidden Zone such as the Primordial Ancient Mine, the Undying Mountain, and the Immortal Mausoleum, sealing themselves with their Divine Source and falling into the deepest slumber.
It will only awaken when the Road to Immortality opens, or when Dark Turmoil is unleashed to harvest the life essence of all living beings in the universe.
What do they lack most?
It's life! It's time!
Each awakening, each attack, consumes their already dwindling lifespan.
They walked on thin ice, carefully calculating the cost of each activity, all in the hope of seizing that slim chance of achieving immortality.
For them, the Heaven-Burying Technique is a truly incurable poison, a deadly attack that strikes at the very source!
Imagine if Lin Hao were to use this technique on an Ancient Supreme amidst the Dark Turmoil. Even if it only accelerated the passage of time by a hundred or a thousand years, it would be like adding insult to injury for the already depleted life force, or even the last straw that broke the camel's back.
This is tantamount to stabbing the other party in their most fatal wound and rubbing salt into it.
"Accelerate time... take away life..."
Lin Hao shook his head, "However, this technique is still in its early stages and needs further refinement."
"Using this against Great Emperor of the same rank consumes a huge amount of energy, and if the opponent is prepared, or possesses Emperor Weapon or secret techniques that resist the erosion of time, the effect will be reduced."
"But for those Supreme who were already half-dead... ha!"
A chill ran through Lin Hao's heart.
He established the Heavenly Court and ruled over the starry sky. Although he did not fight a lifetime of bloody battles in the forbidden zones like the Void Emperor and the Emperor Hengyu of the past, he still had irreconcilable conflicts with the forbidden zones.
In the event of future conflict, this technique would be a major weapon.
"This trip was worthwhile," Lin Hao thought to himself.
An unexpected event occurred, witnessing the departure of the Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin. While meditating in front of the Great Thunderclap Temple on Mars, he unexpectedly comprehended a supreme secret technique that perfectly suited the current situation and directly targeted the weakness of the Forbidden Zone Supreme. This was truly an unexpected joy.
As for Ye Fan and the others...
Lin Hao's thoughts swept lightly over the group of terrified mortals behind him.
Those destined for greatness will find their own path.
Having already shielded them from the Mars Earth Vein Storm and provided them with shelter, I can consider this a benevolent act.
But ultimately, they have to walk their own path.
Thinking of this, Lin Hao slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze was calm and unwavering. It first swept over Ji Ziyue, who was idly drawing circles on the ground with her finger beside her, and then passed over her to Ye Fan and the others.
"It's time to hit the road."
Lin Hao's voice was soft, yet it resounded like Jinglei in everyone's ears.
"Let's... get on the road?"
Pang Bo was stunned and hadn't reacted yet.
Ye Fan felt a chill run down his spine, a sense of foreboding rising within him.
He instinctively gripped the fragment of the bronze plaque in his hand and looked at Lin Hao: "Senior, what do you mean?"
Lin Hao didn't explain, but simply raised his right hand and waved it lightly at Ye Fan and the others.
There was no earth-shattering divine light, no violent energy fluctuations, and not even a ripple in the air.
But Ye Fan, Pang Bo, Li Dan, and all the classmates who had been brought from Mount Tai by the giant bronze coffin simultaneously felt their bodies lighten, as if they had lost all weight, and floated up uncontrollably.
"Ah--!"
"What happened?!"
"Let me go!"
Screams and cries of struggle erupted instantly.
The crowd flailing their arms and legs in vain, like drowning people, unable to alter their trajectory in the slightest.
A gentle yet irresistible force enveloped them, like an invisible hand lifting them from the Five-Colored Altar and slowly carrying them toward the open bronze coffin.
"Senior!!"
Ye Fan tried to use the faint warm current he sensed from the bronze plaque to resist, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
He could only watch helplessly as he and his companions were "packed" into that mysterious, ancient Bronze Coffin, which exuded a chilling aura, like cargo.
"No! I don't want to go in!"
"Help! Ye Fan! Pang Bo!"
" Li Dan! What on earth is going on?!"
A dozen or so people were sent into the giant bronze coffin like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
The moment the last person disappeared into the darkness of the coffin, the heavy Bronze Coffin made a dull thud and slammed shut, sealing it perfectly.
Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin, followed by a moment of silence.
Then, the nine enormous dragon corpses seemed to awaken from their slumber, their massive bodies trembling slightly, and their chains rattling.
They raised their ferocious heads, their empty eye sockets seemingly gazing into the endless depths of the starry sky.