"Junior brother Ye...this, is this really the ancestor's coffin?"
"Could it be...that we made a mistake?"
Ye Feng stood up and patted the dust on his hands.
"You'll know if you open it and take a look, right?"
You want... to open the coffin?
Chu Ming felt that his heartbeat began to accelerate again.
Ye Feng didn’t give him much time to hesitate.
He waved his sleeves.
"Get up!"
Ye Feng shouted lowly.
"Crunch-Bang!"
The coffin lid was suddenly lifted up, rolled twice in the air, and landed heavily on the ground next to it, throwing up a cloud of dust.
Ye Feng’s eyes immediately turned to the inside of the open coffin.
Chu Ming couldn't care less about the surprise and quickly looked around.
In the coffin.
There is no gleaming gold, no aura, and no well-preserved immortal body.
There is only one skeleton.
A withered yellow skeleton lying there quietly.
The clothes on the skeleton had completely rotted away and turned into gray-black dust, which was mixed with the rotten wood at the bottom of the coffin, making it almost indistinguishable.
The skeleton's posture is a bit strange.
Its head tilted to one side and its mandible opened slightly, as if it wanted to say something before dying, but in the end it failed to make a sound.
One bony hand rested feebly on the chest, while the other hand stretched to the side, its five phalanges spread out, trying to grab something.
The whole scene is more like a careless burial than a fairy sleeping.
There was an indescribable desolation...
Chu Ming: "..."
He no longer knew what expression to use to face the scene in front of him.
Ancestor, before you ascended to heaven...you had this look?
However, right next to this extremely ordinary-looking skeleton, there was something that instantly caught Ye Feng's attention.
That is a leather roll.
A leather scroll wrapped in a faint, almost transparent halo.
This layer of halo is extremely weak, but extremely tough. It isolates the leather scroll from the surrounding decay, allowing it to remain intact after a long period of time.
The color of the leather roll is old yellowish brown, with some curling edges, lying quietly next to the outstretched bone hand of the skeleton.
In this coffin full of decay, this forbidden leather scroll looks out of place and extremely eye-catching.
Ye Feng’s eyes narrowed.
Without any hesitation, he stretched out his right hand and released spiritual energy from his fingertips.
The faint halo surrounding the leather scroll melted silently like ice and snow meeting the sun the moment it came into contact with the spiritual power of Ye Feng's fingertips.
The leather scroll trembled slightly, slowly flew up, and fell into Ye Feng's palm.
It is slightly heavy in hand, with soft leather and an air of ancient vicissitudes.
Ye Feng carefully unfolded the leather scroll.
He looked attentively.
The first sentence of the scroll made his heart skip a beat.
"When you see this scroll, I will be dead."
A simple sentence, but it carries a suffocating heaviness.
Ye Feng continued to look down.
"My name is Tianji, and I have spent my whole life trying to glimpse the way of heaven and seek to ascend."
"However, the way of heaven is lacking, and the path to immortality has been cut off."
Seeing this, Ye Feng's breathing quickened slightly.
One hundred and sixty-one top human race experts!
What a terrifying force this is!
Enough to sweep the entire world of cultivation!
They actually unite and want to challenge the way of heaven?
The handwriting on the leather scroll seemed to carry some kind of power, showing the magnificent but destined tragic past in front of Ye Feng.
However, what follows takes a sharp turn, full of despair and blood.
"Then..."
"Everyone died."
"All died..."
"No one was spared."
At this point, the handwriting is slightly trembling, as if the writer's mood at that time was also agitated to the extreme.
"The way of heaven...has turned into a demon."
"It is no longer the rule that maintains the operation of all things, but... the source that devours everything."
"I was lucky enough to survive, but the foundation of my Taoism collapsed and my life was cut off."
"I can't bear to see future generations of monks make the same mistakes as we did. I can't bear to see this cruel truth, which will break the hearts of monks all over the world and completely cut off the path of cultivation."
"Therefore, I buried myself deep in this forbidden area and established a tomb for me."
"Only this volume is left, hidden in the coffin, sealed under prohibition."
"If you are destined to see this scroll, I hope you can know the truth and take it as a warning."
"Remember, the path to immortality has been cut off, and the way to heaven has been demonized!"
"Don't explore! Don't try! Don't...make the same mistakes again!"
The last writing almost penetrated the back of the paper, full of endless pathos and stern warnings.
Ye Feng’s hand holding the leather scroll was trembling slightly.
His face was a little pale, his pupils shrank, and there was a huge wave in his heart!
Heaven turns into a demon?
These four words were like thunder striking deep in his heart!
How is this possible?
The way of heaven is an existence that monks fear, the embodiment of laws, and the cornerstone of the world!
How could it...become a demon?
If what the founder of the mountain said is true, then wouldn’t the so-called ascension and the so-called immortal world come to nothing?
The avenue that the monks pursued so hard ended in...the devil?
No wonder the records about the founder’s ascension in the sect’s classics are unclear and even somewhat contradictory.
No wonder this forbidden land is so strange and lifeless, even the ascension of monks throughout the continent is a legend.
It turns out that the truth is so cruel and...desperate!
Ye Feng suddenly raised his head and looked at the thick gray fog around him, looking at this dead cemetery.
A chill rose.
He seemed to be able to feel the screams of one hundred and sixty-one top human race experts who fell in despair.
You can even feel the heart-breaking helplessness and heaviness felt by the founding ancestor, Pi Xuanji, when he wrote this scroll.
The belief that has supported countless monks to overcome obstacles and fight for their lives against heaven is actually a lie?
Or is it... a lie woven by the founder of the mountain to protect future generations?
Ye Feng's heart seemed to be clenched tightly by an invisible hand, and even breathing became difficult.
He looked at the withered yellow skeleton in the coffin, the tilted head and the open jaw. At this moment, it no longer seemed funny, only endless sadness remained.
This once stunningly talented and powerful man who wanted to go against the will of heaven could only bury himself in this dead place in this way, along with the cruel truth, deep underground.
Chu Ming's heart sank when he looked at Ye Feng's pale face and vacant eyes.
Ye Feng’s reaction said everything.
What is recorded above is definitely a shocking secret that can subvert cognition!
"Junior Brother Ye...what is written on this?"
Ye Feng slowly raised his head and looked at Chu Ming with complicated eyes.