Chapter 1702. The Coffin of the World’s Burial stirs, the Grand Sacrifice without the Moon

At that moment, many ancient beings who had been hiding in the vast world of Cangmang were startled, feeling a flash of silver light deep within their sea of consciousness, bright as daylight, sweeping across everything.

It was as if some unimaginable being had opened its eyes, gazing upon the world, passing by their very beings.

That overwhelming silver light, like the gaze that spans across eternity, made the boundary of the entire Cangmang realm appear to dissolve into a thin, ephemeral substance.

Of course, the silver light that swept across the hearts of countless beings and cultivators soon faded, and once again, their sea of consciousness became quiet, dark, and deep, like the depths of the ocean.

“What was that just now?”

The ancient beings were all alarmed and shaken, their faces showing signs of fear.

“Could it be that the existence from the True Realm has opened its eyes and is now observing all worlds?”

Many beings hiding deep within the boundary of the realm were filled with dread, sensing that something great was about to happen. The Cangmang world was likely to experience a dramatic change soon. Or perhaps, an unimaginable disaster would be upon them.

In an instant, ancient beings from all parts of the time-space began to calculate and plan, or flee, preparing countermeasures for what was to come.

A beautiful and peaceful land, veiled in purple mist, with lakes like emerald, and animals, birds, and plants full of spiritual energy. The area was filled with divine light, with flowers and unique plants, tall bamboos, and aged pines—this was no ordinary place.

“Senior Brother Bai Mei has been taken for such a long time, and our master has not made a move.”

“After Senior Sister Xing Ying returned, she has been recuperating. Although our master hasn’t reproached her, it’s clear that she feels guilty…”

“I really don’t know who the leader of the Pushing Heaven Alliance is. After Senior Sister Xing Ying returned, she mentioned this, and for the first time, I saw our master’s expression change.”

On the highest purple peak of this place, there was a cave opening about ten feet high. Two young children stood at either side, a boy and a girl, conversing softly. Although they seemed young, there was an aura of ancient wisdom surrounding them, each with some peculiar traits—scales or horns—revealing that they were of a different race.

Near the cave opening stood a large stone tablet, three yards tall and about six feet wide. The three ancient characters “Yin Xu Cave” were engraved on it, the strokes sharp and elegant, giving off an air of spiritual resonance that seemed to span all the heavens.

As the two children spoke, suddenly, a burst of smoke and mist emerged from the cave, carrying a golden ancient scroll that floated down before them.

“Bu’er, take this ancient scroll to your third senior brother and have him go to the Weiyang Hall.” A soft, neutral voice came from inside the cave.

“Yes, Master,” one of the children respectfully knelt, picking up the golden scroll and transforming into a Qingluan, soaring off into the distance.

“Ti’er, go find Xing Ying and have her return to the Xiyuan Civilization to confirm whether the Black Tide has arrived.” The same soft voice echoed again.

“Yes, Master,” the other child replied with respect, and then transformed into a green dragon, riding the mist as it soared away.

Outside Yin Xu Cave, everything soon returned to tranquility. However, after a while, a long sigh echoed from within the cave.

“With the death of Chu Gucheng, all my arrangements in the Xiyuan Civilization have turned to nothing, becoming bubbles. And that will, just now—could it be related to the source of the Black Calamity…? I hope my guess is wrong.”

“No matter what, in this lifetime, I will cut to the root of the problem. No being shall stop me.”

Once the sigh faded, the entrance of Yin Xu Cave fell once more into complete silence, the mist and light swirling around the rocky cliffs, as if it were a sacred land of immortals.At the same time, beneath a sky that was forever dark, filled with ashes and shadows, endless mountain ranges and plateaus stretched across, with rolling hills, plains, and river valleys forming various natural terrains. There were dark, oppressive volcanic craters, eternally frozen dark earth, and swampy marshes that undulated like a shifting mire…

This was a world without laws, constraints, form, or desire—an invisible, formless, colorless world that shifted constantly between reality and illusion. Various landscapes would form and disappear simultaneously, making it nearly impossible to distinguish which time and space it truly existed in. Perhaps it was yesterday, perhaps tomorrow, or even from eons past.

At the very peak of the grandest mountain range, there stood an ancient and magnificent dark palace. Surrounding it was an expanse of buildings, like altars, or perhaps fortresses.

The palace seemed to be at the same height as the sky, as though it had existed since the beginning of time, blurry and indistinct, almost impossible to clearly see. At all times, ancient sacrificial sounds and world-shaping echoes resonated, as if a figure was seated inside, shrouded in endless sacrificial light.

Swoosh!

At that very moment, a burst of blood-red light shot up from the dark palace, soaring to the sky, threatening to crush the heavens. This bloodlight spread endlessly, grand and boundless, forming a blood-colored altar.

Around the altar, towering pillars were erected, made of unknown materials. Every pillar was inscribed with ancient runes—mountains, lakes, insects, fish, birds, beasts, totems, flowers, and plants, all crowded around it. Numerous true dragons, nailed to the pillars by their tails, seemed to want to soar into the sky and sing, their bodies over ten thousand feet long, terrifying in their immense scale, with scales as massive as mountains.

As the blood-colored altar expanded, the towering pillars trembled, and the true dragons began to revive. Chaos particles steamed in the air, with ancient universes rotating and floating, as if supporting something.

Such a scene was too terrifying and horrifying. The world itself seemed to tremble and shake, revealing an ancient, immortal coffin, faintly emerging above the blood-colored altar. The corner of the coffin was slightly opened, and a fog of chaotic mist swirled around it.

Inside, a blurred coffin quietly lay. Through the reflection of the blood-colored altar, endless blood-colored material steamed from it, radiating an aura so terrifying it could collapse entire worlds. A faint thread of this energy fell, enough to utterly destroy everything, both material and immaterial.

The blood-colored altar illuminated the sky, with the darkest of dark energies cascading down like a waterfall. From afar, it looked like the heavens themselves had burst forth, surging, flooding the four corners of the world. All the creatures in this world trembled and bowed in reverence, kneeling toward it, their eyes filled with fervor, as though the supreme being rested within the coffin.

“What’s happening?”

“Why is the coffin of the World’s Burial suddenly stirring? Is it awakening on its own?”

“The Coffin of the World’s Burial is trembling, and the coffin inside is shaking as well…”

“I knew it—our great master could never be killed. This is a sign that he is about to return.”

Countless shadowy figures knelt around, and from a distance, it appeared as an endless, boundless sea of darkness, filling the heavens and earth.Various voices of cheering, excitement, and fervor echoed everywhere, reaching a boiling point.

“The coffin of the World’s Burial can’t possibly awaken without reason, something must have happened…”

“Right now, the Young Lady is not in the Nightmare Demon Realm, and none of the main priests are near it. It must have sensed the imminent return of the Master’s will, it’s trembling, in fear.”

“I am afraid of the coming day.”

Amidst the fervent and excited discussions, voices of speculation reverberated around.

From the blood-colored altar, dense dark matter rained down, overwhelming everyone like waves. Despite the terrifying dark aura that caused all beings to shiver and cower in fear, it made them cheer as if they were bathed in warm sunlight, feeling at ease.

Such a terrifying sight appeared in the sky quickly, and just as quickly, it disappeared. The blood-colored altar and the coffin within it vanished, as if sinking back into the palace.

“The Coffin of the World’s Burial hasn’t shown such movements in a long time. The last time was when that ancient sage risked his life to break in and steal…”

Suddenly, a road appeared in the cheering crowd, and a figure dressed in a dark robe, wearing a blue ghost mask, walked forward. With messy hair and a mismatched rough blade hanging from his waist, he resembled a guard from a mortal kingdom.

However, those around him, seeing him approach, were filled with fear, and they proactively parted to let him reach the foot of the mountain.

Cough cough…

“Let’s be cautious with our words. In the Nightmare Demon Realm, it’s best not to speak of this. Though the Young Lady isn’t here now, if it reaches her ears, she might not be pleased.”

A coughing sound interrupted the figure’s words.

An old woman with a cane, hunched over and with a face full of wrinkles and pimples, walked up. She wore a dark golden cloak, and although she coughed frequently, her eyes were sharp, radiating a terrifying light that made one uneasy.

“With Feng Cang the priest here, what should I worry about? The Young Lady won’t know about these things,” the figure with the rough blade seemed to chuckle meaningfully.

“Chu Shuang, in the Nightmare Demon Realm, you must follow the rules of the Nightmare Demon Realm. Even though Priest Lishuang highly values you, you cannot act recklessly. Even the main priests acknowledge the Young Lady’s identity. Who are you to speak out of turn?” The old woman named Feng Cang’s eyes narrowed sharply, her cane thudding heavily on the ground. Her tone instantly turned sharp.

“Heh, I haven’t spoken out of turn. Feng Cang, you’re just overthinking it,” Chu Shuang responded carelessly, shrugging his shoulders, showing no concern.

His other hand gripped the rough blade at his waist, as if ready to draw it at any moment. A sharp and dangerous aura began to emanate.

At that moment, all the figures around them, regardless of their cultivation level, went completely silent, not daring to make a sound. Though the Nightmare Demon Realm had strict rules, these two were beings beyond their reach. Each priest held the power of life and death beneath the main priests, and their strength was unfathomable.

Chu Shuang was also a trusted confidant of one of the main priests, equally terrifying, and he was not afraid of any priest.

In the past, they would never have been able to even see one of them, let alone witness such a scene. However, it was no secret that there were factions and disputes among the main priests, something that was common knowledge in the Nightmare Demon Realm.”Since there are disputes, then let’s go to the outer realm and engage in a life-and-death battle. The sacred place of the Master does not tolerate anything that disrupts its purity.”

Suddenly, a calm and emotionless voice echoed, and a figure of black mist materialized. The mist flickered with blue lights like fireflies, completely enveloping the figure within, making it impossible to discern the person’s face or form.

The appearance of this mist was abrupt, as if it had materialized from thin air, without any fluctuations or aura. The moment everyone saw it, they immediately bowed their heads in respect, lowering themselves in reverence.

“Lord Wuyue, the Great Priest…”

Chu Shuang’s smile instantly vanished, his face turning pale beneath the blue ghost mask, his voice trembling as he hurriedly bowed, “Chu Shuang greets the Lord Wuyue, the Great Priest.”

The old woman, Feng Cang, showed the same expression, her hand trembling as she clutched her cane. With a trembling voice, she also bowed and said, “Feng Cang greets the Great Priest. I did not intend to argue with Chu Shuang, please forgive me, Great Priest…”

She never expected that the Great Priest, who hadn’t made a move in many years, would suddenly appear here today. Even the other priests, in the presence of this Great Priest, dared not show any disrespect.

“The sacred place of the Master does not allow any disrespectful beings to appear.”

The voice, still calm and unhurried, emerged from the mist, but it now carried an air of coldness.

Chu Shuang and Feng Cang were filled with increasing fear and trembling as they remembered the various rumors about this Great Priest. Their faces turned pale.

“Great Priest, forgive us. We never intended to offend. Our respect for the Master has never wavered.”

“We hope the Great Priest will forgive us…”

“Death can be avoided, but punishment for the living is unavoidable. In front of the Temple of Heaven, I do not wish to see any dust.”

From within the black mist, the Great Priest’s voice remained cold. With a wave of their hand, two streams of mist suddenly shot out, like flames, landing on Chu Shuang and Feng Cang.

Their eyes widened in fear, and they did not dare to avoid it. A sound of trembling and pain followed, and in front of everyone’s horrified gaze, they were transformed into a dog and a chicken.

“Once the area in front of the Temple of Heaven is cleaned, you may return to your original forms,” the Great Priest said indifferently.

The other priests and a few main priests, who had just arrived, couldn’t help but have their pupils contract in shock. They were visibly shaken.

The Great Priest ignored the arriving figures, walking alone toward the towering mountain range, then entering the magnificent hall within.

“The Coffin of the World’s Burial is stirring. Finally, I hear your voice again. Are you about to return?”

“I’ve been waiting for you, waiting so long.”

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