540: Chapter 233: The Empty Coffin 540: Chapter 233: The Empty Coffin All three felt the same, which was somewhat terrifying.
In the Tomb of Haotian, there resides a great demon spirit.
Was it Haotian becoming sentient after death?
This possibility was highly likely.
Surrounded and protected by ninety-nine Dragon Veins, exhaling Dragon Qi, nourishing for countless years.
With the Haotian God himself being exceptionally powerful, even in death, his remains were far from ordinary.
Nourished in such a manner, perhaps he would resurrect, with a new consciousness emerging.
An even greater possibility was the birth of a great demon spirit.
That would indeed be terrifying.
Wukong and the other two cautiously approached, sensing the aura within the Bronze Coffin, their expressions solemn.
If it were a demon spirit capable of wielding Haotian God’s past might, the three of them together might not be able to subdue it.
Back then, Haotian God, suspected to have reached the same realm as The Three Pure Ones, was feared by them and thus fell victim to their clandestine assassination.
Of course, this was but a rumor; the specifics were unknown to anyone.
The strife of Ancient Gods was rife with schemes and bloodshed; the true nature of such conflicts was indiscernible to later generations.
Even those from that era, not having reached such heights, wouldn’t have been able to understand certain matters.
Just as some of Wukong and his peers’ machinations, an Earth Immortal and ordinary Celestial Immortals would not possibly know.
Even some Heavenly Venerates couldn’t see through it, lacking understanding of certain events.
They were from the same era as Wukong and the others, but not strong enough, hence unable to comprehend the affairs of Wukong and his group.
The three slowly approached as Great Emperor Ziwei spoke gravely, “You two step back a bit, I will take a look.”
Wukong and Yang Jian exchanged a glance, then decisively fell back.
A twitch crossed the lips of Great Emperor Ziwei; he had assumed the other two would refuse and offer to go forward in his stead.
Who could have expected them to retreat so decisively?
Great Emperor Ziwei’s expression was stern as he moved forward.
Even before he was completely near, he could feel the chilling and domineering aura emanating from the Bronze Coffin, like a Purgatory of Asuras below.
Great Emperor Ziwei took a deep breath, channeled his mana, and prepared his defenses.
Then, he reached out, placing one hand on the lid of the coffin and then forcefully pushed.
Hum.
The corner of the Bronze Coffin was lifted, dark light burst forth, coiling around Great Emperor Ziwei’s arm, attempting to drag him inside.
Even someone as strong as Great Emperor Ziwei showed a momentary change in color.
But, he quickly recovered.
Even at the peak of Haotian God’s power, he would not fear him, and though the three might not defeat him, they would at least not be beaten.
Great Emperor Ziwei’s mana surged, shattering the dark light.
He coldly declared, “I am the Supreme Sovereign of the Three Realms, should I fear a dead Haotian?”
After speaking, Ziwei’s mana swirled, and he promptly flung the coffin lid away.
A dense dark light transformed into a pitch-black longsword, slashing towards his neck, intending to behead him in a single strike.
Great Emperor Ziwei scoffed, already prepared; he quickly retreated, and his mana formed a thick purple shield in front of him, intercepting the dark longsword.
The next moment, the dark longsword turned into the claw of a monster, reaching for Great Emperor Ziwei.
“Playing tricks.”
Great Emperor Ziwei said coldly.
He had already assessed the claw’s substance and found it not as strong as he had imagined.
Great Emperor Ziwei slapped out with his hand, clashing directly with the claw.
The next moment, dim light scattered, disrupted by his blow.
The Bronze Coffin was fully opened.
The thick gloom spilled out, surrounding the Bronze Coffin, then formed into the shape of a man.
This was a man with a crown on his head, supremely handsome, exuding an air of arrogance and absolute dominance.
He appeared as a sovereign born to rule, causing anyone who laid eyes on him to be overwhelmed by the urge to submit.
Had it not been for his overly malevolent eyes filled with endless resentful and demonic spirits, the three might have believed that it was the resurrection of Haotian God himself.
At that time, Wukong and the others ruled out the possibility that it was Haotian God’s original form.
“It’s probably not the actual body of Haotian God, but rather a collection of resentful spirits, nurtured to this state by the ninety-nine Dragon Veins.”
Wukong stated.
Their hearts were shaken.
A mere collection of resentful spirits had been able to grow to this stage, becoming comparable to a top-tier Great Heavenly Venerate, and even seemingly stronger in certain aspects.
The one before them could be regarded as one of the Resentful Spirits.
But it was more than that, it should be said to be a god among the Resentful Spirits.
Having transcended the limits that a Resentful Spirit could achieve and standing shoulder-to-shoulder with gods, the entity was on par with the top-tier Heavenly Venerates.
Even the Four Heavenly Kings of the past might not be able to subdue this Resentful Spirit, who indeed had the right to be arrogant.
“Three ants, seeing the Haotian God, should swiftly kneel.
Now, submit to me and become my servants.
In the future, I will lead you to rule the Three Realms, supreme above all.”
The Resentful Spirit had boundless ambition, his eyes sweeping across the three, his dominance at its peak.
Wukong felt like laughing.
He glanced at Great Emperor Ziwei and said with a smile, “Did you hear that?
He wants to snatch your Three Realms.”
Great Emperor Ziwei’s face remained expressionless, his calm unshaken.
“I heard it, of course, but I find it rather amusing, so I’m not angry.
You can’t expect someone not to speak their mind; suppressing speech is more difficult than damming rivers.”
“But he wants to take away your Three Realms,” Wukong said with a smile.
After scrutinizing the Resentful Spirit, Great Emperor Ziwei chuckled softly.
“He cannot achieve it, why bother?
I am rather curious about the situation inside the Bronze Coffin.”
Their gaze focused on the Bronze Coffin, attuned to its contents.