PHS Chapter 107 (Patreon)

Chapter 107: Rising from the Coffin

He stepped into the grand hall.

The hall was vast and empty, a void that defied comprehension. It was as if he had stepped into another dimension, one without direction or boundary. Darkness permeated everything, thick with dense demonic qi!

This place could truly be called a paradise for demonic cultivators!

"A minor grotto-heaven?"

Yang Qiu's heart tightened. He never imagined his sect possessed such a profound heritage.

"Yang Qiu, for what purpose have you come today?"

An ancient, majestic voice echoed from the void, its presence like a vast ocean, rolling outward for tens of thousands of li, striking terror into the hearts of all who heard.

From the sheer might of this presence, one could deduce that the speaker was an existence at the Saint King level.

"This disciple has come today to report to the Grand Elders. The ancestor of the Blazing Flame Sacred Land has taken an Imperial Weapon and is about to wage war on the Shimmering Light Sacred Land!" Yang Qiu said in a deep voice.

"Oh?"

From the void came a soft sound of interest, calm and without a trace of surprise.

"Their war has nothing to do with our Nine Nether Demon Sect."

The voice sounded again.

This was true. Even if five Sacred Lands fought, each wielding an Imperial Weapon, what concern was it of theirs? The Nine Nether Demon Sect had no Imperial Weapon. To get involved would be inviting disaster upon themselves.

A single misstep could lead to the sect's destruction.

"Elder, consider this. The ancestor of the Blazing Flame Sacred Land has taken an Imperial Weapon to the Shimmering Light Sacred Land. They will surely use their own Imperial Weapon to defend. At that moment, it will be our Nine Nether Demon Sect's opportunity!" Yang Qiu said with excitement.

"You are overthinking this."

At that moment, another voice sounded—this one unnaturally chilling, not a sound a human could make. It carried a bone-deep coldness that made one's hair stand on end.

"The Shimmering Light Sacred Land has stood for millions of years. Do you think they rely on a single Imperial Weapon? Do not forget, their sect's grand formation is also Emperor-level! An Imperial Weapon is like the strongest spear, while an Emperor-level formation is the strongest shield. The Shimmering Light Sacred Land holds a spear in one hand and a shield in the other. Even if two Sacred Lands arrived with Imperial Weapons, they would be helpless."

"They need only activate their formation and hide within their sect. No one could touch them. And if a Quasi-Emperor were to intervene, the outcome would be uncertain."

"Ahem, Grand Elders..." Yang Qiu coughed and said slowly, "What if... this junior has a way to break their guardian formation?"

"Hmm?"

A soft sound of inquiry came.

With a deafening roar, as if heaven and earth were being overturned, countless black symbols erupted, their dark light shooting skyward. The entire minor grotto-heaven trembled.

Terrifying power flooded the surroundings, filling every corner.

High in the sky, eight towering figures appeared simultaneously. Each possessed supreme majesty, their divine senses surging like vast oceans, shaking the earth. Of the eight, six were Saint Kings. The other two possessed depths Yang Qiu could not fathom—likely Great Saints.

The eight stood in two rows, flanking a coffin that lay between them. Its material was impossible to identify. It seemed to have endured countless eons, its surface weathered and exuding an air of decay, as if it would crumble at the slightest touch.

Eight gazes fell upon Yang Qiu at once, the pressure causing his expression to change instantly.

"Yang Qiu!" a withered old man with a stooped figure spoke, his voice hoarse. "You just said you have a way to break the Shimmering Light Sacred Land's guardian formation?"

"Yes!" Yang Qiu affirmed.

Though he had no method at present, he knew a trip to the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets would solve that quickly. But such a trip would not be cheap; he would need these ancestors to fund it.

"Explain in detail!" a Grand Elder said coldly, like a demon lord standing in the ninth heaven, his might intimidating all below.

Yang Qiu's face stiffened. He rubbed his hands together and said awkwardly, "Actually, it relates to the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets. Grand Elders, you should understand that this junior's ascension to Sainthood was thanks to the Pavilion Master's guidance."

"During a previous conversation with the Pavilion Master, this junior happened to overhear him mention that he knows the method to break the Shimmering Light Sacred Land's formation."

"It's just that the price..."

"The Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets?"

The eight exchanged glances, seeing interest in each other's eyes. As Yang Qiu's elders, they had heard of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets' reputation through his Sainthood. If they could truly break the Shimmering Light Sacred Land's guardian formation, it seemed like a gamble worth taking.

"Can your words be trusted?"

To the right of the coffin, a gray-robed elder's eyes opened and closed, heaven-shaking power radiating from him, like an ancient beast awakening, ready to shatter the world. This was a Great Saint!

Even he was moved!

The price was of little concern to them. The Nine Nether Demon Sect was a great power with vast resources; they could produce valuable treasures. They were more concerned with whether this information was genuine.

"It is true. Moreover..." Yang Qiu raised his head and spoke again, "This disciple once purchased information from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets. The Quasi-Emperor of the Shimmering Light Sacred Land is not currently in his sect."

"He is in the Chaotic Star Sea!"

"Crack!"

The moment Yang Qiu's words fell, the coffin, which had remained motionless, emitted a crisp sound. The lid shifted, opening a slight crack, and a withered hand reached out, gripping the edge.

In that instant, a gale of black wind erupted from the coffin.

Each gust cut through the void, tearing open space itself. Air filled with a grim, murderous aura! It was as if a god of death from the underworld had broken free and entered the world to bring apocalypse, a hurricane of killing intent filling all existence!

From ancient times to the present, across the entire universe, everything trembled before this wind of death!

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