On the divine coffin that was a hundred and eight thousand miles long, it was unknown how many runic talismans were posted.
The power of the runes within, when combined, could even directly suppress and kill Fang Han in an instant. Even the Eight Divisions Pagoda, the Common People's Great Seal, the Water and Fire Wings, and the Yellow Spring Map were useless. It could be said that Fang Han temporarily could not think of any kind of power that could resist so many talisman seals.
However, right now at this moment, all the talismans were completely extinguished.
The brilliance was suppressed by a bizarre power from within the coffin. They temporarily lost all their abilities.
Just how great was that bizarre power in this coffin?
Fang Han could not imagine.
The bearded burly man was also clearly startled, terror appearing in his eyes. His body retreated backward, seemingly wanting to escape, but it was too late. From the open gap of that divine coffin, an ancient voice transmitted out. That voice came from the netherworld hell, the depths of darkness, the eternal demonic realm, the source of evil. Just from the voice alone, Fang Han felt his back drenched in sweat, his body shivering, and the deepest part of his heart enveloped by a massive shadow.
"Your eyes, shall become my eyes… Your heart, shall become my heart… Your bones, shall become my scepter…"
That ancient voice emerged from the coffin, exceptionally ghastly. Accompanying this voice was a giant, deathly gray palm. That deathly gray palm was like rotten bones that had been dead for a hundred million years, transmitting a stale aura from it.
Crack. This palm stretched out from the gap in the coffin, like a primeval demonic corpse about to resurrect. The source of all evil was crawling out of the coffin once again.
"No!"
The bearded burly man turned and ran, without any further hesitation.
In front of this deathly gray, rotten bone palm, he did not have a single shred of ability to resist.
He painstakingly circulated all his laws, his body condensing into a sphere, once again transforming into a micro-dust world, silently mixing among the spatial dust, painstakingly fleeing outward.
However, that giant deathly gray palm did not pause. The ancient voice continued to sound: "Your skull, shall become my wine cup… Your soul, shall become my sacrifice…"
Crack, crack!
Amidst this voice, the bearded burly man's body was once again jolted out of the void. A massive unseen force forcefully pulled out his micro-dust world.
"Bang!"
At the moment he appeared, his eyeballs suddenly flew out of their sockets, falling onto the deathly gray large hand. Then the flesh and blood on his body began to fall off, revealing the bones, which also flew into that deathly gray large hand, gradually transforming, becoming a scepter.
Your eyes, shall become my eyes.
Your bones, shall become my scepter.
The ancient words from within this coffin had been realized!
Fang Han's hair stood on end, motionless, watching the bearded burly man's miserable voice and strenuous struggles, which were all to no avail. This was simply a one-sided slaughter, a manipulation, like a strong man playing with an ant. Facing such power, no matter how great his courage was, there was only one word, and that was to escape!
However, just as he was about to escape, the bearded burly man let out another miserable shriek. All the laws of his entire personal world shattered, all being sucked into the deathly gray large hand.
Then, that deathly gray large hand did not retract into the coffin, but aimed at Fang Han.
"Bang!"
Fang Han felt that, amidst the unseen, a wave of resentment, force of death, an abnormal power that was unimaginable and incomprehensible, enveloped him. All the restrictive spells of the Yellow Spring Map stopped circulating.
Within that coffin, the ancient voice resonated once more.
"Your tongue, shall become the conch of the sacrificial altar. Your body, shall become the corpse painting on the totem pole…"
This deathly gray large hand was about to obliterate Fang Han just as it had obliterated the bearded burly man.
"Go all out!"
Fang Han felt that ancient voice penetrate his body, wanting to grab his body out. All magical treasures were thoroughly controlled, not even the pure yang flame could burn. Within the Eight Divisions Pagoda, three point six billion Heavenly Devils prostrated in terror, and the various great experts all fainted.
True Monarch Ku Rong within the Supreme Dragon Pearl was also imprisoned and frozen.
All of Fang Han's magical treasures lost their effect. Even the divine beast Bai Xi was like a sculptured puppet. All vitality, in this instant, seemed to have been completely drained away, turning into the dust of history, settling down, permanently falling into depravity.
In front of this power, Fang Han fearfully discovered that all struggles were futile.
This was his first time encountering such a situation.
"Could it be that I will really be buried here today?" Fang Han desperately circulated all his own divine abilities. Even the Three Thousand Great Daos could not be circulated. Only the Little Destiny Technique, under this power, circulated slowly, bringing him a trace of vitality.
However, although the power of the Little Destiny Technique could circulate, it was still of no use.
That ancient voice unceasingly narrated: "Your skull, shall become the wine cup for sacrifice…"
The power elevated once again. The evil power even began to imprison the Little Destiny Technique. Fang Han was truly unable to move! Although the Little Destiny Technique existed independently outside the heavens and was a branch of destiny, for Fang Han, it was truly too weak, weak to the point of not being worth mentioning. Because he simply had not cultivated it to the peak of perfection.
And the evil power within this coffin was even more like an ocean and a hell. Even a Heavenly Immortal would pale in front of it. The disparity in strength was too great; it simply could not be compared.
The evil power eroded into every piece of flesh and blood in Fang Han's body, attempting to modify his body, trying to make his tongue become the conch of the sacrificial altar…
All hopes turned to dust. Fang Han felt his own power was extremely minuscule, and any resistance was despair.
But he struggled desperately, urging his strongest will, wanting to counterattack. Amidst this struggle, his will produced an unparalleled potential! Never before had his will been this resolute, this clear. This deathly gray large hand, the power of the source of all evil, completely stimulated his own potential.
At the juncture of life and death, his massive accumulations bloomed once again.
Ah ah ah ah…
A massive roar bloomed from within his body. All his divine ability laws began to circulate. With the Little Destiny Technique as the guiding principle, they underwent a wondrous combination, settling into his flesh and blood. The power of some medicinal pills was shattered.
He had consumed countless medicinal pills, such as the Ancestral Immortal Supreme Pill, which were all refined by powerful existences of the Immortal Realm. Within them lay the will of immortals, settling in the blood, simply impossible to be refined. Even that Panwu True Blood, which also contained Immortal Venerable Panwu's supreme martial Dao will within it, could not be refined.
But now, encountering a powerful threat to his life, all these wills were stimulated, resisting the deathly gray large hand.
Fang Han urged all his treasures. The Water and Fire Wings flapped, pulling open a thousand temporal and spatial rifts.
Seeing Fang Han being so fierce, that deathly gray large hand did not show the slightest surprise. The ancient, bizarre voice transmitting from the divine coffin also did not pause, only the power propagating over became even stronger: "Your soul, shall become the flame of the sacrificial totem, your flesh and blood, shall become the soil of all evil…"
Crash!
All of Fang Han's will was once again completely shattered, without a single shred left.
The ancient power truly permeated every part of his body, wanting to decompose, rot, and deprave him, grabbing him into the divine coffin.
But exactly at this moment, that ancient power seemed to have touched the strand of hair coiled on Fang Han's finger, and instantly paused for a moment, as if sensing something. On that deathly gray large hand, pale flames ignited, burning past from that strand of hair, penetrating into the void. It actually wanted to rely on this trace of the hair's main body to attack and even capture Linglong Immortal Venerable.
"Courting death!"
From that coiled strand of hair, a hiss of anger was transmitted. It seemed that in some unknown space, some unknown world, Linglong Immortal Venerable had encountered an intense attack from this gray large hand.
"When I attain eternal life, all evil, shall ultimately be destroyed…"
"When I attain eternal life, all karmic hindrances, shall ultimately be liberated…"
Fang Han heard the vast heavenly majesty transmitted from the Great Vow Technique from that hair.
The vast heavenly majesty of this Great Vow Technique actually slightly resisted the grasping of the deathly gray large hand, dispersing those bizarre powers. It was precisely amidst the unseen that Linglong Immortal Venerable made a move through this strand of hair.
"Who knows how bitter eternal life is… Who can sail the ship of destiny to reach the other shore… Who can grasp the steering wheel of the ship of destiny…"
That ancient voice changed, and the power became even vaster! It actually suppressed the voice of Linglong Immortal Venerable's Great Vow Technique.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle… The hair left behind by Linglong Immortal Venerable seemed to burn up.
"The Source of All Evil! To think that such a thing actually exists in the world…" Linglong Immortal Venerable's surprised voice was finally transmitted from the hair, "Retreat quickly! Heaven and Earth Power Transfer! Primal Chaos Unity! In the name of the Heavenly Dao, to obtain a lifeline from beneath the source of evil, I exchange three hundred and sixty thousand years of lifespan with the Heavenly Dao for that lifeline!"
"Buzz!" From that hair, a mighty power was finally transmitted once again. Within this power contained an unparalleled staunch will, and even contained the profound laws of a Three Thousand Great Daos. It seemed that Linglong Immortal Venerable had finally deployed her true capabilities.
Immediately, Fang Han felt the magical power around his body surge wildly. A power derived within his flesh and blood, causing the world laws, the chaos tunnel laws, and even a trace of the immortal Dao laws to be simulated within his body…
It was as if Linglong Immortal Venerable, through his body, began to descend her true power, wanting to obtain a lifeline from within this Source of All Evil.
Swish!
All of Fang Han's Peerless Dao Artifacts began to exert their maximum power.
On the Eight Divisions Pagoda, the Supreme Dragon Pearl began to rotate, combining with Fang Han once again to transform into the Prehistoric Ancestral Dragon, while a mighty figure appeared on the Disque of Reincarnation. This mighty figure wore yellow clothes, and large rough hands held the figure of a small child. They walked over slowly from afar.
That small child also wore yellow clothes, walking from afar.
Fang Han only felt that the mighty figure wearing yellow clothes was very familiar, yet it was not Emperor Yellow Spring, and the figure of that small child, was the young Emperor Yellow Spring!
The Disque of Reincarnation was completely stimulated, actually manifesting such a scene.
As the Disque of Reincarnation expanded like this, it actually slightly propped up that deathly gray large hand to move a bit, and then that power transmitted by Linglong Immortal Venerable twisted slightly! It shuttled out of the endless void, fleeing away from this place.