527: Chapter 527 The Immortal King Without End, The Copper Coffin of Three Incarnations!

Since the System had even provided the method for early entry and the walkthrough guide, Lu Yuan would naturally not let this Opportunity slip by!

Without alerting anyone, Lu Yuan quietly left the Qingyun Dao Sect. Activating the Xing Character Secret, he turned into a streak of flowing light and sped toward the coordinates marked in the intelligence.

...

In the extreme north of the Daluo Heaven, within a dead, silent starry sky.

There were no stars here, and even the Void Realm storms seemed to have ground to a halt; everything appeared so surreal.

Lu Yuan's figure materialized in the Void Realm.

"This is the place."

He closed his eyes, and his immense Divine Sense rippled outward like waves of water as he carefully sensed the spatial fluctuations around him.

Under the guidance of the System, he quickly detected a faint ripple of time that did not belong to this era.

"Open!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Yuan formed hand seals. Instead of using violent force to blast it open, he circulated the Great Dao of Time Law within his body to its absolute limit.

Streaks of golden light of time flew from his fingertips, turning into invisible keys that precisely inserted themselves into the nodes of that faint ripple of time.

"Buzz—"

The Void Realm ahead actually seemed like a rusty gate, slowly being pushed open to reveal a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through.

A vast, ancient aura that seemed to span countless epochs rushed out from the gap.

With a flash of his figure, Lu Yuan slipped right inside. The moment he entered, the gap instantly snapped shut, and the starry sky returned to its dead silence once more.

...

Passing through the gap, the scene before Lu Yuan's eyes suddenly opened up.

There were no magnificent Immortal palaces here, nor any exotic flowers or rare herbs.

There was only a solitary bronze grand hall, quietly floating in a gray, hazy void.

Around the grand hall, there were no stars, no sun, and no moon.

What felt most bizarre was that here, Lu Yuan could not feel the passage of time.

There was no past, no present, and no future.

"A place drifting outside the River of Time... No wonder even those three veteran Immortal Lords could only wait until tomorrow for it to manifest on its own."

Lu Yuan marveled inwardly; such a method was completely beyond the comprehension of an Immortal Lord.

He stepped toward the bronze grand hall. The main doors were not locked, and with a gentle push, Lu Yuan walked inside.

The interior of the grand hall was incredibly vast and empty, with only a white jade high platform situated at the very end.

Floating above the platform were two items: an ancient scripture emitting a hazy Immortal light, and... a three-foot-long bronze coffin covered in rust, its surface carved with various mysterious totems!

The moment Lu Yuan stepped into the grand hall.

"Buzz—"

Upon the white jade high platform, an illusory figure slowly materialized.

It was a lean elder clad in a star-patterned Daoist robe.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes carrying a sense of vicissitude and wisdom that had seen through countless ages.

"After endless millennia, someone has finally come to this place."

The elder looked at Lu Yuan, his voice ethereal and grand, as if it were a heavenly tone descending from the Nine Heavens, yet also like a demonic whisper rising from the Nine Netherworlds, carrying an Immortal King pressure that made one want to bow down in worship.

This pressure surged toward Lu Yuan like a tangible tide, even causing visible ripples to shimmer in the air.

"I am the Immortal King Wuzhong."

"That you could find this place, and that your cultivation has already reached the Immortal Lord realm, shows that you are destined to meet me."

The elder stroked his beard and smiled, his tone gentle: "The Wuzhong Ancient Scripture and the three-life bronze coffin on this white jade platform are the entirety of the Legacy I have left behind.

Come forward and accept my Legacy. In the future, you will surely reach the peak of the Immortal King realm on my behalf and protect all living beings."

The elder pointed toward the white jade high platform behind him. On the platform, an ancient scripture emitting a hazy Immortal light floated quietly, and beside it lay a three-foot-long ancient bronze coffin. The coffin was covered in mottled rust, looking ancient and unadorned, yet it faintly exuded a terrifying aura that transcended time and space.

These words were spoken with high-sounding eloquence and deep sincerity. Coupled with that Immortal King pressure which was realistic enough to pass as genuine, any other Immortal Lord would probably have knelt down in excitement, overflowing with gratitude, and impatiently rushed up to accept the Legacy.

But Lu Yuan merely stood quietly in place, watching the elder's performance. He didn't even bother to show an excited expression to play along, and a faint, mocking curve even curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Are you done acting?"

Lu Yuan crossed his arms, his lips curling into an undisguised sneer.

"You..."

The expression of the "Immortal King Wuzhong" froze slightly, and his originally flawless, kindly smile stiffened on his face.

He had clearly not expected Lu Yuan to react this way. Throughout his long years of waiting, he had also encountered a few Cultivators who broke into this place. Which one of them hadn't been scared out of their wits by his Immortal King pressure, either kneeling to beg for mercy, bowing down in worship, or impatiently wishing to accept the Legacy? Yet this young man before him was actually so calm? He even wore a look of mockery?

"What is the meaning of this? Facing an Immortal King Legacy, not only do you not kneel and worship, but you even speak so insolently?"

The elder's voice turned cold, and his originally gentle gaze instantly became as sharp as a blade.

An even greater pressure erupted from his body, crushing down on Lu Yuan like a physical mountain.

A faint cracking sound even echoed in the air; it was the wailing of space itself as it bore this immense pressure.

Anger flickered between his brows, his silvery-white beard fluttering without any wind. His originally transcendent, sage-like appearance now carried a bit of biting chill.

"Of course I want the Immortal King Legacy, but as for you..."

Lu Yuan sneered. Not only was he not intimidated by this pressure, but he also took a leisurely step forward.

He pointed a finger at the elder, his eyes filled with undisguised ridicule, as if he were looking at a naked clown who was still putting on airs.

"Just a demonic creature suppressed here by the Immortal King Wuzhong, with lingering resentment that refuses to dissipate.

Stop putting on airs."

Lu Yuan's voice was clear and powerful, each word like a heavy hammer striking ruthlessly against the elder.

His tone of voice was as casual as if he were speaking of a trivial matter, yet the content was earth-shattering.

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere of the entire grand hall instantly froze.

Within a single breath, the elder's expression underwent a rapid transformation from shock to anger, and then to hideous fury.

His originally sage-like appearance shattered inch by inch like smashed porcelain, as black cracks spread from his face and diffused across his entire body.

"Crack—"

As if something had shattered, the Immortal light around the elder completely dissipated, replaced by waves of black mist as thick as ink.

The black mist exuded an aura of extreme evil and violence, mixed with the resentful wails of countless living beings before their deaths. Just the aura it emanated was enough to make the mind of an ordinary Immortal completely collapse.

"Jie jie jie..."

A piercing, strange laughter echoed inside the grand hall. This laughter was sharp and distorted, like countless steel needles piercing into the eardrums at the same time, or like tens of thousands of evil ghosts from the Nine Netherworld Hell shrieking in unison.