Eternal Life by Daily Divination

But the next moment, he heard a voice.

”Master told me that a great tribulation is imminent. He found a Hermit Coffin for me, hoping I would awaken in a later era to rebuild the Hundred Weapons Sect.

”But all my senior brothers and sisters have chosen to live and die with the Sect. How can I survive alone? I shall leave this chance to escape the world to Junior Brother Liang.

”In the future, no one will know me. I only wish to live in this present life...”

After listening to the message left within, Li Chang’an put down the Jade Scroll, deep in thought.

”Another Hermit Coffin,” he thought. ”Who exactly forged this coffin, and what materials did they use? Why does it possess such miraculous effects?”

Although he had two Hermit Coffins in his possession, he still hadn’t figured out their underlying principles, let alone identify their materials. The wood used for the Hermit Coffins seemed to be some kind of extremely high-tier Spirit Wood. The existence of these coffins dated back even further than the Nine Great Immortal Sects. While the Ancient Nine Great Immortal Sects possessed formidable overall strength, they lacked the ability to forge Hermit Coffins.

In the two past lives where Li Chang’an dreamt back to the ancient era, the Hermit Coffins he encountered were given to him: one by his Divinity Transformation Master, and the other by a senior who had fled pursuit alongside him.

”If Hermit Coffins are such wondrous items that even Divinity Transformation powerhouses and Tier Five Refiners cannot forge them, why would they appear in this realm? According to legends, the strongest experts here are only at the Divinity Transformation stage.”

Li Chang’an subconsciously recalled the mad Emperor of Great Jin he had encountered in the Great Jin ruins. He vaguely felt that the Emperor’s strength was most likely far beyond the Divinity Transformation stage. Tearing through the void with one’s physical body was simply too astounding; to this day, he hadn’t seen any relevant records in any Ancient Texts.

”Forget it. Overthinking is useless. I need to secure the Tier Four Refining Inheritance first.” Shaking his head slightly, Li Chang’an suppressed his stray thoughts and continued exploring the vast ruins.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

He had explored dozens of cave dwellings but still hadn’t found the Treasure Vault or Library. At that moment, several intense fluctuations of magical power entered his perception.

”Someone is engaged in Magical Combat.” Following his senses, Li Chang’an headed toward the location of the battle.

A short while later, he saw an Early Stage Golden Core Cultivator wearing a Purple Mist Sect Magic Robe fleeing at top speed. Behind that person were several other Early Stage Golden Core Cultivators in hot pursuit.

”Demon Cultivators?” Li Chang’an noticed that the auras of those pursuers were rather bizarre; they were clearly not Righteous Cultivators. Their Escape Techniques were incredibly fast. Brimming with murderous intent, they simultaneously unleashed Demonic Techniques.

BOOM!

The Purple Mist Sect Cultivator’s body shuddered as he barely managed to block the strike. However, all his Protective Treasures had shattered, and his magical power was almost entirely depleted; he was on the verge of total exhaustion. The Demon Cultivators, on the other hand, were in far better condition. In the blink of an eye, they launched another barrage of magic.

”My life ends here!” the man lamented, preparing to detonate his Golden Core.

Right at that moment, Li Chang’an appeared before him. With a casual wave of his hand, he dispersed the Demon Cultivators’ magic.

”Who are you?” The Demon Cultivators glared at him with hostile, malicious expressions.

Li Chang’an did not respond. Instead, he looked at the Cultivator he had just saved and asked, ”Are you a member of the Purple Mist Sect?”

”Yes. I am Xiang Heng, an Elder of the Artifact Refining Peak of the Purple Mist Sect and a disciple of the Tier Four Artifact Refining Grandmaster, Liang Xuan. Thank you for the rescue, Daoist!” Xiang Heng’s face revealed his immense gratitude as he offered his sincere thanks.

He was exactly the Artifact Refining Grandmaster’s disciple mentioned in the divination!

Knowing he had saved the right person, Li Chang’an asked again, ”Are you here to hunt for serendipities?”

”Yes, but I truly didn’t expect to run into Demon Cultivators from the White Bone Sect within this Spirit Cloud Mountain Range!”

”White Bone Sect?” Hearing this, Li Chang’an glanced at the Demon Cultivators.

The group bore cold and ruthless expressions. Their auras were icy, and their tones dripped with killing intent.

”That’s right! We are Honored Guest Elders under Saint Child Yan Luan of the White Bone Sect!”

”Saint Child Yan Luan is right here in this very place.”

”We know you possess considerable strength and are likely a Late Stage Golden Core Cultivator, but in front of the Saint Child, you are no different from an ant. If you know what’s good for you, hand this man over to us!”

They were well aware that Li Chang’an’s cultivation was higher than theirs, yet they showed no fear whatsoever, even daring to threaten him. All of it was because of that so-called White Bone Saint Child, Yan Luan.

”If you refuse to cooperate, you’ll be dead without a doubt once the Saint Child arrives!”

”Oh?” Li Chang’an remained calm and casually beckoned with his hand.

The next instant, a figure flew backward from the distance and landed squarely in his grasp.

”Is this the Saint Child you were talking about?”

Upon seeing the person’s appearance clearly, the Demon Cultivators stiffened on the spot as if struck by lightning. The person Li Chang’an had casually dragged over was none other than the White Bone Saint Child, Yan Luan!

At this moment, Yan Luan was still somewhat dazed. One moment, he had been treasure hunting inside a ruined palace; the next, he felt an irresistible, immense force grip him, sending him flying uncontrollably backward through layer after layer of ruins. The overwhelming power had sealed his entire body, rendering him completely unable to use any of his treasures.

”Nascent Soul... A Nascent Soul True Monarch!” Finally snapping back to his senses, he cursed violently at the Demon Cultivators. ”You bunch of idiots! How did you manage to provoke a Nascent Soul True Monarch of the Righteous Dao?!”

”We... We...” The Demon Cultivators’ voices trembled as cold sweat poured down their faces. All their previous arrogance had vanished, replaced by an endless, suffocating terror. How could they have possibly imagined that the seemingly ordinary Li Chang’an was actually a Nascent Soul True Monarch?

Before they could even beg for mercy, several loud BOOMS rang out. The group was simultaneously blasted into fine dust.

As for Yan Luan, Li Chang’an didn’t kill him. He simply tossed the Saint Child into his Spirit Beast Bag, intending to use him as a gift when visiting the Purple Mist Sect. Afterward, he opened Yan Luan’s Storage Pouch to take a look.

”He has quite a few treasures. They befit his status as a Saint Child.”

Yan Luan’s Storage Pouch contained numerous High Tier Treasures as well as a large number of Tier Four Cards. All of these items bore the spiritual brands left behind by the Nascent Soul True Monarchs of the White Bone Sect.