119: Chapter 119 Immortal Coffin Refining Source, the entire audience fell silent!

Boom!

Dust and debris surged hundreds of zhang into the air.

Before Wang Shuo could even get up, the emperor's light from the Nine Extremes Abyss Suppression Array pressed down on every limb and bone in his body.

Chu Chengdao landed, spear in hand, its tip stopping three inches from Wang Shuo's brow.

He did not advance further.

Wang Shuo coughed up blood, his hair disheveled, bearing no resemblance to the head of the Wang Family.

He raised his head, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Lin Yi.

That look was filled with pure hatred.

Lin Yi stood at the edge of the massive crater, holding two clusters of Origin in his palm, his clothes not even ruffled.

He didn't spare Wang Shuo another glance, merely raising a hand to beckon towards the sky.

The next moment.

An ancient bronze coffin tore through the air, arriving.

The immortal burial coffin hovered above the Ancestral Hall, its lid slightly ajar.

At the crater's edge, rubble still tumbled downward.

Lin Yi stood suspended in mid-air, the heavenly emperor cauldron in his left hand, two clusters of Origin in his right palm.

One was pitch black.

One was crimson red.

The black one was Chu Ningshuang's.

The red one was Wang Lie's.

The two clusters of Origin still writhed and struggled, their residual Divine Souls not yet fully dispersed.

Unwilling, defiant, carrying a chilling, resentful aura.

Lin Yi looked up.

Above the Ancestral Hall, the ancient bronze coffin hovered in the air.

Its body was mottled, its corners stained with ancient patina.

Ancient patterns lit up across the coffin's surface, pressing down on the entire Chu Family ancestral grounds, making everything feel heavy.

The Nine Extremes Abyss Suppression Array was still operating, its Formation Flags flapping.

But when the immortal burial coffin appeared, even the emperor's light on the Formation Flags dimmed slightly.

Many Chu Family clansmen felt a tightness in their chests.

Those with weaker cultivation had already bent their knees.

Some wanted to look but dared not look too closely.

That coffin was too sinister.

The lid was only open a crack, revealing no light within, only a blackness that seemed to devour all things.

Wang Shuo, pinned in the ruins, half his body crushed, was still coughing up blood.

He raised his head, staring fixedly at the crimson Origin in Lin Yi's palm, the veins on his forehead bulging.

"Lin Yi!"

"Stop!"

"Return my Lie'er to me!"

Lin Yi glanced down at him.

"Return him?"

"Are you even worthy of receiving him?"

As the words fell.

Lin Yi raised his hand and sent the crimson Origin flying, where it halted before the immortal burial coffin.

Wang Shuo went mad.

He strained against the Nine Extremes Abyss Suppression Array, clawing forward, his hands leaving ten bloody grooves in the ground.

"Lie'er!"

"Come back!"

No one paid him any heed.

Luo Qinghan stood high in the air, clad in white, her expression terrifyingly cold.

Zhou Qing stood on another side, the pressure of a Saint Lord suppressing the surroundings.

Chu Chengdao stood at the heart of the formation, holding his war spear.

He did not move, nor did he intervene.

Today's score was not just for Chu Wanqing to settle.

The Chu Family also needed to settle it.

Lin Yi looked at the crimson cluster of Origin, his voice not loud.

"Old thing, watch closely!"

"Watch how your precious son disappears without even leaving ashes behind!"

As his words ended.

The coffin lid opened another inch.

Boom!

The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi suddenly grew heavy, the entire space seeming to constrict.

Countless bluish-black Dao patterns surged from within the immortal burial coffin, each carrying ancient sealing power.

They coiled around Wang Lie's Origin, tightening ring by ring.

The crimson Origin struggled violently, a blurred human face twisting out from within it, its features trembling.

"Father!"

"Save me!"

The voice was brief.

The next moment, it was cut off by the power within the coffin.

The Dao patterns twisted, the face instantly shattered, and the Origin was forcibly dragged into the coffin.

Then, a low grinding sound emanated from within the coffin.

Not fast, but each sound pressed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Inside and outside the Ancestral Hall, no one made a sound.

Wang Shuo froze completely.

His mouth hung open, his throat filled with blood. It took him a long moment to squeeze out a sentence.

"You dare refine my son..."

Lin Yi had no intention of showing him any kindness, chuckling lightly:

"It's precisely your precious son I'm refining."

"Didn't your Wang Family love hiding people?"

"This time, they're hidden in a coffin where no one can find them. How perfect!"

Zhou Qing's lips twitched slightly downward.

A hint of satisfaction appeared in Luo Qinghan's eyes.

Chu Wanqing stood between Su Yuxi and Shen Qingyue, her cheeks flushed, her breathing tight.

If Lin Yi hadn't arrived today.

The one thrown into the ice prison would have been her.

Su Yuxi looked at the immortal burial coffin and said softly:

"He's not refining it for Wang Shuo to see."

"He's refining it for the entire Chu Family to see."

Shen Qingyue nodded.

"This is more effective than killing a few Elders."

"Some people only understand pain."

Chu Wanqing pressed her lips together.

She looked up at the figure in white, a warmth spreading in her chest.

Lin Yi raised his other hand, lifting the pitch-black Origin.

Chu Ningshuang's remnant soul still churned within.

That corrosive Yin Qi had weakened considerably.

But it was still filthy.

Lin Yi swept a glance over it.

"Your turn."

The black Origin suddenly twisted violently, a shrill voice squeezing out from within.

"Lin Yi!"

"If you kill me, the Chu Family won't fare well either!"

"Behind me..."

Lin Yi clenched his five fingers, the Origin deforming in his grip, the remnant soul's voice instantly cut off.

"Too much nonsense!"

He flicked his finger, and the black Origin also flew towards the immortal burial coffin.

The coffin's opening trembled slightly.

The black Origin had barely touched the coffin's edge when a strand of ashen-white flame shot out from within.

It was no ordinary fire, but something specifically meant to burn Origin and Divine Souls.

Wrapped in the flame, Chu Ningshuang's remnant soul let out a piercing shriek.

The sound was too sharp.

Several Chu Family disciples nearby paled and hastily retreated.

One clan Elder who had earlier joined in the clamor felt his legs go weak and sat directly on the ground.

The ashen-white flame burned swiftly, layer upon layer of Yin Qi being stripped from the black Origin.

The ancient patterns on the coffin walls grew brighter, the grinding sound from within the coffin heavier.

Before long.

The screaming ceased.

Only the dull thuds of collision from within the coffin remained.

The atmosphere before the entire Ancestral Hall was pressed to its limit.

Those previously wavering Elders of the Chu Family now dared not even raise their heads.

They had stood nearby earlier.

Some had echoed Chu Ningshuang's words to pressure others.

Some had watched as Chu Wanqing was surrounded and said nothing.

Now Chu Ningshuang had been thrown into the coffin.

The Wang Family's true Emperor Seed had also been thrown into the coffin.

Who would be next.

No one dared to speculate.

Those clan Elders aligned with Chu Wanjun's faction were drenched in cold sweat.

Someone tried to shrink back stealthily.

He had barely retreated half a step when Lin Yi's voice pinned him in place.

"Why retreat?"

"Afraid I'll call your name?"

That person's feet trembled.

He stopped on the spot.

Lin Yi finally turned around.

His gaze swept from left to right, looking at each person one by one.

Anyone his eyes fell upon lowered their heads even further.

No one dared to respond, no one dared to argue.

The immortal burial coffin was still refining, the grinding sound from within still audible.

At this moment, anyone who dared utter an extra word might become the third cluster of Origin.

High above, Wang Shuo was still struggling.

The Nine Extremes Abyss Suppression Array pressed down on him.

Luo Qinghan and Zhou Qing's auras locked onto him.

He couldn't get up at all.

Yet he still raised his head, that blood-streaked face lifted.

"Lin Yi!"

"You'll regret this!"

"My Wang Family..."

"Your Wang Family has lost two Emperor Seeds."

Lin Yi cut him off.

"One openly flaunting."

"One secretly hiding."

"All that effort, just to deliver them into my coffin."

"What do you have left?"

Wang Shuo's chest heaved, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

This time, he couldn't even form a reply.

Chu Chengdao watched coldly, only one thought in his mind.

Brutal enough!

And precise enough!

Lin Yi wasn't merely venting anger.

He intended to carve today's events into everyone's hearts.

Whoever dares to touch Chu Wanqing again.

Whoever dares to meddle in the Chu Family's internal strife again.

Whoever dares to provoke those close to Lin Yi again.

Then they must first weigh whether they wish to enter this coffin.