Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

"Wan Xingzi's Divine Sense is clouded, the Ancient Star Realm now devoid of True Dragons, mere fledglings pose no threat. Why bicker with someone already facing death!"

Suddenly, a somber male voice echoed between heaven and earth. Heavenly Ghost Mei Ji smirked, responding immediately.

Above the skies, two sinister thoughts instantly converged.

Heavenly Ghost Dao Fruit and Blood Demon Dao Fruit gradually approached each other, their energies beginning to merge slowly.

Under this abrupt shift, Yi Chen's pressure surged instantly, a flicker of anxiety flashing in his gaze.

The descending momentum of the two Dao Fruits that had been halted earlier was now once again reflecting towards the Ancient Star Realm.

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"Shen Hong, with my lifetime of Martial Arts, with my world-piercing wisdom, with all my realizations, grant me a breakthrough!"

On Falling Dragon Mountain, the Taoist sat in quiet meditation.

Inside Yi Chen's heart came an enraged roar as Deep Red Points began flickering intensely, and a memory both familiar and alien unfolded instantly.

Upon the cold, dark Star Road, a Mysterious Bronze Giant Coffin was wildly rushing forward, dragged by thirteen strange and ethereal Shadow Dragons.

From time to time, streaks of light crossed the Star Road, illuminating the Bronze Giant Coffin.

The light caused the glowing rune imprints engraved upon the coffin to reveal themselves under the celestial radiance.

They were dense archaic seal script runes, seeming to inscribe the Tao and laws of heavens and earth. On the Star Road, streams of mystical forces gradually gathered toward the coffin's interior.

At the central locus enveloped by the ancient seal runes, the middle of the coffin bore eight bold characters, inscribed in iron strokes and silver hooks in seal script—"The Tao is shapeless, birthing heavens and earth!"

Below the coffin, it read "The Tao is merciless, moving suns and moons."

Thus, the Giant Coffin and Shadow Dragons galloped endlessly along the dark and cold Star Road, sometimes entering the Netherworld, sometimes reflecting across the Void, countless flows of Alien Forces obscurely converging toward the Bronze Giant Coffin.

Years passed, one by one.

Initially, the Giant Coffin clumsily and passively captured the starlight and the flows of mystical energies. Yet, as time progressed, ten thousand years passed, and this process gradually became more agile.

It began to initiate, selectively absorbing and capturing the energies it required.

The Giant Coffin was peculiarly sentient, as though someone was controlling it. The moment it observed an intriguing larger star, it would drive the Shadow Dragons to circle around it several times. For those greater stars capable of bending even light, it lingered around, silently pondering, eventually leaving after several eager attempts.

No one knew what the Giant Coffin was or what lay within.

Nor did anyone understand its destination.

The Giant Coffin drifted along the dark and cold Star Road like a lone boat, adrift in the tides, heedless of direction, wandering aimlessly. No one knew where the coffin originated and where next it would appear.

The Giant Coffin wandered the Cosmic Sea year after year like a serpent-skinned enigma.

Occasionally, it trembled, descending upon a large star, only to vanish into obscurity after settling for decades.

After a long while, drawn back once more by the thirteen Shadow Dragons, the coffin's lid sealed again, continuing its distant journey.

Over time, tales of the Mysterious Giant Coffin began spreading across the Cosmic Sea. Many lucky cultivators who ventured along the Star Road claimed to have witnessed this enigmatic coffin.

According to survivors from the Star Road, one man was flying steadily between realms when suddenly, out of the icy darkness of the Star Road, the Mysterious Giant Coffin abruptly materialized, breaking through the void, halting precariously a single finger's breadth from his nose, almost ending his life!

Immediately, the coffined trembled with a resounding hum, its lid jolting, and from within emerged a strange sound akin to the low whisper of an Ancient God.

Sealed by an unfathomable mystical force, the cultivator's Divine Sense could not decipher the profound meaning of the sound. He only knew that following this cryptic utterance, the Bronze Giant Coffin slid open, releasing various spiritual objects and rare medicines that only thrived in perilous regions of the Star Road!

All cultivators fortunate enough to receive the coffin's gifts experienced unprecedented cultivation breakthroughs, becoming dominant champions of their realms.

One among them rode this fortuitous tide, blazing forward with fervor, igniting Divine Fire, condensing a Divine Country Domain, and illuminating thousands of worlds.

This formidable cultivator battled ceaselessly across the Star Road, yearning for another encounter with the Mysterious Giant Coffin. He harbored a relentless longing within his heart.

Back then, the three rare medicines bestowed by the coffin weren't the greatest opportunity of his life. The true unparalleled treasure was the Ancient God's cryptic whisper he couldn't comprehend.

The whisper resonated with an ebb and flow, as melodic as an ode, harboring an ineffable rhythm.

Yet, alas, the cultivator wandered endlessly on the Star Road for countless years, facing Void Turbulence and cosmic beasts, yet unable to glimpse the Mysterious Giant Coffin again.

Each time he heard rumors of its appearance in a Star Domain, he rushed over promptly, only to find nothing.

Regret, rage, helplessness, and bitterness.

All these emotions churned within his chest.

With his current cultivation level, he was long past being Wu Xia A Meng, but if granted one more chance, he was certain he could unravel the mysterious whisper inside the coffin.

Regrettably, no opportunity remained.

Worn by frost and wind, his body now resembled drifting cotton. Alone he traversed the cosmic seas, privy to countless battles, accumulating numerous accomplishments and fortuitous encounters—but walking the riverbank often enough, wet feet are inevitable. In successive battles, his foundation was critically injured, leaving his cultivation body swiftly deteriorating.

His life span was now limited.

Resigned, he turned back toward the Star Road, seeking to return to the humble world that birthed him, to allow his fallen leaves to rest with their roots.

At that very moment, fate seemed to play a harsh joke on him.

One strives to cultivate flowers but they fail to bloom, plants grow by chance meant not to be sown.

That Mysterious Giant Coffin suddenly emerged once again, breaking through the void, halting at his nose.

A hundred thousand years had passed, and the Giant Coffin had undergone significant changes.

The coffin now bore numerous scars from blades, swords, and fist seals, appearing slightly tragic. Yet none of the marks penetrated its essence, and the strange runes imbued upon it still radiated extraordinary brilliance, dazzling like clear light!

The radiance was utterly soft yet concealed the Tao and laws of creation, more profound, mysterious, and powerful than ever!

This time, the coffin stopped at a hair's breadth from his nose.

The coffin groaned, emitting another string of peculiar Daoist sounds.

This time, the white-haired elder first felt awe-struck by heavenly music, then inconsolable grief, as if thunderstruck!

At last, his Divine Thought followed the enigmatic poetic chant originating from within the Mysterious Giant Coffin.

"Oh, it's you again, you fool! I'll beat your pathetic soul to oblivion!"

"I can't save you this time. You've harmed your roots, shortened your lifespan; no amount of medicine can help now."

"No cure for you—await death. Goodbye!"

The white-haired elder pressed his trembling hands against the coffin's lid, stopping its departure.

He kowtowed repeatedly, pleading:

"I beseech the Taoist Priest to guide me forward. What realm does the ultimate cultivation path you seek lead to? I, A Meng, may die without regret."

"To hear the Tao in the morning and die by the evening—it is enough!"

Listening to the elder's heart-wrenching pleas like a bloodied oriole, the coffin stood silent.

The coffin lid slid open, and the silhouette of a towering Taoist Priest suddenly emerged!

Standing upon the coffin's lid, his form enshrouded by infinite light resembling cosmic nebulae, his overwhelming energy extending far beyond the elder's comprehension.

"Cultivation knows no bounds; there is always a higher mountain beyond the peak!"

"If you insist on knowing the next realm I pursue—then it would be a single grain of sand that could sink the stars, or a blade of grass that could pin down the sea!"

"My strength is infinite; without exhaustion, without weakness!"

"I alone dominate all beneath the heavens!"

After speaking, the Taoist Priest closed the lid, and the thirteen Shadow Dragons cried out in unison, pulling the coffin away once more.

Thus the Mysterious Giant Coffin continued its journey along the Star Road, year after year, until eighteen hundred thousand years later, it hesitated unexpectedly mid-travel.

From within came a joyful, resonant cry:

"The Tao is shapeless, birthing heavens and earth; the Tao is merciless, moving suns and moons!"

"Observing the universe's mysteries, comprehending the star's Divine Power, intercepting creation, commanding life and destruction; with the Star Spirit Light illuminating my True Spirit, refining myself, transcending into the sacred!"

"I, have understood!"