Chapter 270 : Coffin of Heaven, Corpse-Suppressing
Chapter 270: Coffin of Heaven, Corpse-Suppressing
“Many thanks for Senior’s guidance.”
Chen Beiwu held the Sky‑Draping Cloak in his hand and solemnly cupped his hands in a salute toward True Monarch Idle Cloud.
He had nearly picked up sesame seeds and dropped a watermelon.
Initially, Chen Beiwu had intended to use the power of Nine-Breath Chaos to try to extract the fate energy within the Sky‑Draping Cloak.
But now it seemed that compared to extracting fate energy, using the Sky‑Draping Cloak to assist Iron Egg’s bloodline evolution was undoubtedly the better choice.
Even if becoming a Divine Transformation True Venerable was still an unattainable dream for Chen Beiwu at this stage.
Yet one who fails to plan for the whole picture is unfit to plan even for a single domain; one who fails to plan for eternity cannot seize the moment.
Chen Beiwu believed that he was destined, bearing a Supreme Treasure, and this lifetime could not possibly end at the Golden Core or Nascent Soul stage.
Thus, having thoroughly read the archives, he knew that for a Nascent Soul True Monarch to achieve Five Qi Facing the Origin and Three Flowers Gathered Atop, they could break through the bottleneck and ascend to become a Divine Transformation True Venerable.
However, within the Immortal Alliance, the prerequisite for a Nascent Soul True Monarch to achieve Five Qi Facing the Origin and Three Flowers Gathered Atop was to possess the qualifications of Five-Element Heavenly Root.
Currently, Chen Beiwu’s Spiritual Root Purity was: Metal 20, Wood 83, Water 89, Fire 23, Earth 22.
Among them, Metal, Fire, and Earth were all Mixed Roots, far inferior to Heavenly Roots.
If he could raise Iron Egg into a Heavenly-Gang Mystic Beast, then through their Companion Contract, his Fire Root purity could possibly be elevated to Heavenly Root level in the future.
Of course, in Chen Beiwu’s plan, successfully contracting the Five Qi Vine would be the best outcome.
The Five Qi Vine could refine the Five Element Radiance, helping the contracted cultivator to consolidate the Five Elemental Qi, forming a bridge between the body’s microcosmic five elements and the world's macrocosmic five elements.
With the addition of the Taiyi Pill Forging Method of the Five Great Emperors of the Five Directions, Chen Beiwu was confident he could elevate Metal, Fire, and Earth to True Roots during the Golden Core stage, perhaps even reaching Earth-Grade Root was not out of the question.
But accidents happen.
If he failed to gain the recognition of the Five Qi Vine, Chen Beiwu could still follow the path of many True Monarch seniors in the Immortal Alliance—using Fire to generate Earth, Earth to generate Metal, Metal to generate Water, and Water to generate Wood.
By the Nascent Soul stage, he could contract five Companion Beasts with different Five-Element attributes to complete his Spiritual Root Qualification.
Therefore, whether from personal sentiment or for the sake of his future cultivation path, Chen Beiwu would never miss the opportunity to help Iron Egg transform into a Heavenly-Gang Mystic Beast.
“Go on now, don’t disturb me while I enjoy my wine.”
As the words fell, True Monarch Idle Cloud tilted his head back and took a swig, his figure gradually fading into nothingness.
“Congratulations.”
Seeing Chen Beiwu approach, Yu Zhaohua hesitated for a moment, then offered her congratulations.
She hadn’t contracted a Canine‑Type Companion Beast, so missing out on the Sky‑Draping Cloak didn’t truly sting; she was simply curious about Chen Beiwu’s spiritual intuition and fate.
“Just a stroke of luck. This bit of fortune is nothing compared to Fairy Yu’s Flintrock Coiled Dragon,” Chen Beiwu said sincerely.
That Flintrock Coiled Dragon was nothing short of a monster among monsters.
Unless by suppressing it with a higher cultivation realm or another Heavenly-Gang Mystic Beast of equal tier, let alone defeating it, even seriously wounding it would be a near-impossible task.
Yu Zhaohua gave a faint nod and ended the small talk, her gaze returning to the Sun-and-Moon Devourer Wheel.
Seeing this, Chen Beiwu directly stepped onto the teleportation array and left the Jade Clarity Treasure Hall.
Only after Chen Beiwu’s figure vanished did Yu Zhaohua turn her head, staring at the teleportation array in contemplation.
Setting aside the monsters of the Five Great Grotto-Heavens, Chen Beiwu was the most talented cultivator she had seen within the Immortal Alliance.
The reason was simple—if she hadn’t personally fought him within the Struggle Realm, she couldn’t have imagined that in this era of Beast-Borrowing Cultivation, a humble-background cultivator could achieve such terrifying combat strength with only a Mutated Golden‑Scaled Beast.
During the Foundation Establishment stage, she had indeed suppressed Chen Beiwu with her Innate Dao Body and Heavenly-Gang Mystic Beast.
But once they reached the Golden Core stage, once Chen Beiwu comprehended the Yuqing Immortal Techniques and used sect resources to compensate for his companion beast’s lower bloodline grade, she expected a hard-fought battle ahead—perhaps even tasting the bitterness of defeat.
“Father was right. Within the Immortal Alliance, geniuses emerge one after another—truly terrifying,” Yu Zhaohua murmured.
If she couldn’t suppress Chen Beiwu and become the undisputed number one even within the Yuqing Immortal Sect...
How could she possibly lead the sect disciples to defy the prodigies of the Grotto-Heavens in the Grotto-Heaven Grand Competition and restore the former glory of the Yuqing Immortal Sect?
At this thought, Yu Zhaohua looked up at the Sun-and-Moon Devourer Wheel, her eyes sharpening.
Being born into a Dao Venerable Immortal Family and possessing an Innate Dao Body didn’t mean she could enjoy the full support of all the clan’s cultivation resources.
On the contrary, to avoid raising spoiled seedlings, apart from some critical resources, most cultivation materials had to be earned by her own efforts.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have sensed the threat and set her sights on the Supreme Dao Treasure of the Yuqing Immortal Sect.
...
Qiyun Residence, Three-Peak Cave Residence.
After activating the cave’s grand array, Chen Beiwu immediately retrieved the Sky‑Draping Cloak and summoned Iron Egg.
“Woof?”
Iron Egg tilted his head as he looked at the Grey Cloth in front of him, curiosity in his eyes.
‘Feel anything?’ Chen Beiwu asked curiously.
“Woof.”
Iron Egg shook his head, indicating he felt nothing.
Hearing this, Chen Beiwu abandoned testing further. With a flick of his wrist, the Grey Cloth in his hand flowed like water and draped over Iron Egg’s back.
“Buzz!”
In the next second, the Sky‑Draping Cloak radiated brilliance, finally revealing a trace of its mystical nature—transforming into a flowing silver cloak and plunging the entire cave into utter darkness.
Seeing this, Chen Beiwu’s pupils contracted slightly.
The darkness wasn’t because the luminous stones had failed—but because all the light was being madly absorbed by the Sky‑Draping Cloak.
“Woof.”
Under Chen Beiwu’s watchful gaze, Iron Egg began inhaling the spiritual essence of heaven and earth, his body swelling at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In no time at all, a massive black hound—large as a steed, six feet tall at the shoulder, over ten feet long, its back covered by a silver cloak—appeared before Chen Beiwu, exuding an overwhelmingly powerful aura.
However, this state only lasted for about a quarter of an hour before Iron Egg rapidly shrank, returning to his original size, as if everything earlier had been a mere illusion.
‘How do you feel now?’ Chen Beiwu asked telepathically.
“Woof.”
Iron Egg raised his head, divine light flashing in his eyes.
After donning the Sky‑Draping Cloak, he felt the dormant bloodline within him erupting like a volcanic explosion, boiling intensely.
Thankfully, the cloak actively suppressed the intensity of the transformation.
As a result, he could faintly hear his own heart beating like war drums, sense the vast surging transformation of his bloodline—yet his body experienced no discomfort at all.
Chen Beiwu activated his divine sense, carefully observing the changes in Iron Egg’s three meridians.
【Cultivation Years】: Four hundred and fifteen years.
Noticing the change in Iron Egg’s Cultivation Years, Chen Beiwu’s eyes flashed with shock.
How long had it been since Iron Egg donned the Sky‑Draping Cloak? Yet his cultivation had skyrocketed from two hundred and eighty-eight years to four hundred and fifteen.
If he wore it a few days longer, wouldn’t Iron Egg’s cultivation reach the upper limit of a Second-Realm Lesser Beast, even attempting a breakthrough into Third-Realm Beast General?
“Gulp.”
Golden Egg also sensed the distinct shift in Iron Egg’s aura.
Before Iron Egg wore the Sky‑Draping Cloak, he had confidence that a single strike could defeat him.
But after Iron Egg wore the cloak, he felt a hard-to-describe pressure, as though facing an unspeakable, unseen, towering existence.
Fortunately, that pressure came quickly and faded just as fast.
Golden Egg shook his head, his divine sense once again probing toward Iron Egg, though his mentality was slightly shaken.
The earlier aura exuded by Iron Egg could be attributed to the inherent energy of the Sky‑Draping Cloak—nothing much.
But Cultivation Years were a real, verifiable realm of cultivation.
Why?
He had consumed countless spirit pills and refined his cultivation alongside Chen Beiwu for many years—only to be overtaken by Iron Egg relying on a piece of tattered cloth?
‘A momentary lead is nothing. Once Senior Sister Wan’er refines the Flood-Dragon Molting Pill, after you consume it, your cultivation will surge to the upper limit of the Second-Realm Lesser Beast, and you can attempt to break through to Beast General,’ Chen Beiwu consoled him via divine sense.
Upon hearing this, Golden Egg barely regained his spirits.
Seeing this, Chen Beiwu added, “Don’t forget—the sect still has a drop of Fourth-Tier Flood Dragon Essence Blood that hasn’t been granted yet.”
“Gulp.” Golden Egg’s eyes sparkled, and the frustration in his heart vanished.
Having soothed Golden Egg’s mindset, Chen Beiwu sighed in relief and directed his divine sense deep into Iron Egg’s spiritual meridians.
Compared to cultivation and Cultivation Years, he cared more about any changes in Iron Egg’s Innate Spiritual Techniques.
Unfortunately, perhaps because Iron Egg hadn’t worn the Sky‑Draping Cloak long enough, he hadn’t yet awakened any new innate techniques.
…
Southern Wastes, Biyuan Market.
Rotating Star Sub-Hall.
Thanks to the reconstruction efforts of the Formation Hall’s formation masters, the sect’s teleportation array had now been fully rebuilt.
“Bang bang bang!”
Chen Beiwu knocked on the Golden Core Cave Residence.
“Come in.”
The moment the voice sounded, the grand array of the cave residence immediately deactivated.
Chen Beiwu pushed open the door and walked in directly, greeted by the calm expression of Elder Yu.
“Why has the Dao Child come to see me?”
Yu Shuiyao set down her spirit brush and looked at Chen Beiwu.
“Martial Aunt Yu, are you aware of the Dragon-Vein Spirit Lake near Shuishan Town?” Chen Beiwu asked.
Yu Shuiyao gave a slight nod. “Nephew Yun mentioned it to me. A Golden Core demonic cultivator set up a Third-Tier Corpse Refining Formation there—likely trying to possess a corpse and live a second life.”
“I wish to request Martial Aunt’s aid in purging the evil cultists within the Mountain Submergence Realm,” Chen Beiwu said directly.
To avoid mishaps, he had deliberately combed through numerous documents and discovered that the famed artifact-crafting Qian Clan of Heavenly Craft had once risen in the Blazing Flame Mountain Range.
Their ancestors had produced two Golden Core True Persons, and during their peak, they controlled three Spirit Mines under the Mirror Moon Sect, becoming a renowned Golden Core Family in the Blazing Flame Mountains.
If Chen Beiwu’s guess was correct, the Golden Core cultivator buried beneath the Corpse Refining Formation of the Spirit Lake was none other than the final Golden Core Patriarch of the Qian Clan—Qian Buhuan, who appeared 1,800 years ago.
Legend held that Qian Buhuan was both a Third-Tier Artifact Refiner and a Third-Tier Golden Core Body Cultivator, wielding a Mountain-Splitting Saber, capable of cleaving peaks and splitting mountains. He had once retreated unscathed under the hands of a late-stage Golden Core expert, earning the title True Person of Mountain-Cleaving.
However, perhaps because Qian Buhuan defied the heavens by refining himself into a corpse on a Dragon Vein, thereby damaging its fate, he suffered backlash from heaven and earth.
The Qian Clan of Heavenly Craft was no longer a Golden Core Family, but gradually declined into a Foundation Establishment Family, eventually facing total extermination.
Precisely because of this, faced with such a savage Golden Core demonic cultivator who disregarded the survival of his clan, Chen Beiwu wasn’t foolish enough to confront him alone.
Even with a Fourth-Tier Yuqing Demon-Subduing Profound Talisman in hand, capable of purging a Golden Core Corpse, he still feared being trapped in an array set by a Third-Tier Formation Master, with no chance to release the talisman at all.
Besides, times had changed.
With a powerful sect elder acting, Chen Beiwu—by virtue of being the one who provided the intel, and as a Dao Child—could gain some benefits without risking his life.
“What purging of evil?” Yu Shuiyao shook her head and stared directly at Chen Beiwu. “I think the Dao Child has his eyes on the inheritance of a Golden Core cultivator.”
“This little thought of mine really can’t be hidden from Martial Aunt,” Chen Beiwu admitted frankly.
Compared to coveting the Dragon-Vein Spirit Lake, desiring a Golden Core cultivator’s legacy was clearly a more acceptable excuse for Elder Yu.
“In the recent war between the two sects, our sect suffered many silent losses.”
Here Yu Shuiyao paused slightly. “According to sect orders, I am to lead the Formation Hall cultivators to assist Senior Brother Zhu in forming an array to ambush and kill a Golden Core True Person of the Heavy Gold Sect, as retribution.”
“Compared to the dignity of the sect, the legacy of one Golden Core demonic cultivator is hardly worth mentioning.”
As her words fell, Yu Shuiyao waved her sleeve, and a jade slip floated before Chen Beiwu.
“What is this?” Chen Beiwu asked in puzzlement.
“The method for breaking the Corpse Refining Formation at the Spirit Lake.”
Yu Shuiyao smiled calmly. “The Purple Wall Seven Fiends Corpse Refining Array, also known as the Coffin of Heaven, Corpse-Suppressing Three Calamity Formation.”
“This formation is perilous and sinister. It requires triggering the Seven Fiends’ Baleful Qi, and passing through three calamities—Corpse Transformation, Yin Corrosion, and Metal Fiend—to refine a Golden Armored Corpse impervious to treasure and unbreakable by metal.”
‘Golden Armored Corpse!’
Hearing the name, Chen Beiwu was stirred.
Fortunately, he was cautious by nature and didn’t go charging in alone.
According to the Three Talisman Corpse Scripture, a Golden Armored Corpse was exceedingly powerful, having already condensed a Yin-Fiend Corpse Core. Its combat power was comparable to a mid-to-peak stage Golden Core cultivator. Its Yin-Fiend Corpse Flame could corrupt the spirituality of even a Golden Core True Person’s Dharma Body.
What made Chen Beiwu even more wary was its near-invincible defense—immune to magical treasures, unscathed by lightning and fire.
Only Golden Core cultivators who cultivated Pure Yang True Arts or the righteous Beidou Demon-Slaying Dharma could destroy it.
Without a means to breach its defenses, a Golden Armored Corpse could wear down and outlast its Golden Core counterparts through sheer attrition.
“Please look here, Dao Child.”
Seeing the look on Chen Beiwu’s face, Yu Shuiyao tapped her finger lightly, forming the embryonic structure of the Coffin of Heaven, Corpse-Suppressing Three Calamity Formation with mana.
“Forming a Golden Armored Corpse requires favorable time and place.”
“From what I estimate, the corpse at the Spirit Lake has only endured the Corpse Transformation and Yin Corrosion stages. It has not yet passed through the Metal Fiend Calamity, so it can’t be considered a true Golden Armored Corpse.”
“And our Junior Nephew Zhu Qiong cultivates the Pure Yang Furnace Core Formation Method—a natural nemesis to such fiendish corpses.”
Upon hearing this, Chen Beiwu gave a slight nod, understanding Elder Yu’s implication.
To deal with a not-yet-formed Golden Armored Corpse, there was no need for her to act. With the formation-breaking jade slip in hand, Zhu Qiong could handle it.
…
Two days later, at the Mysterious Spirit Lake, central island.
“This is the entrance to True Person Mountain-Cleaving’s tomb?”
Zhu Qiong looked at the snake pit ahead, about two zhang high and shaped like an inverted triangle, her expression odd.
In the Southern Wastes’ cultivation world, where bloodline ties are highly valued, the act of Qian Yuan out of spite had indeed become a source of ‘uproarious laughter’.
No wonder the Qian Clan of Heavenly Craft ended up being exterminated.
“That’s right.”
Yun Yishu glanced at the pointer on her compass and nodded slightly. “Deep within the snake pit is the core of this Dragon Vein site. The seven stone steles nearby are merely array flags to channel the power of the Zhou Tian Stars.”
With that said, both women looked simultaneously toward Chen Beiwu.
“Entering the tomb directly is too dangerous. Let’s start by breaking the outer formations first,” Chen Beiwu said cautiously.
Deep within the tomb was the home field of the Golden Armored Corpse.
Rather than rushing in, it was better to dismantle the Coffin of Heaven, Corpse-Suppressing Three Calamity Formation and force it to appear on their terms.