127: A hundred thousand years of reincarnation, little skeleton!

As expected, the Demonic Flood Dragon's shattered scales were transforming into countless mirages, within which the most terrifying memories from everyone's hearts actually emerged.

Lu Chen suddenly laughed heartily, the tianwen sword drawing upon the Star Power of the heavens to cleave through the illusion: "Just in time! Behold my move, 'Eternal Sorrow'!"

Current Lu Chen remembered many things.

Many techniques were now at his fingertips!

It was as terrifying as if his Ren and Du meridians had been cleared.

Under the blessing of Rank Eight power.

He was no longer an ordinary undead skeleton.

Nor was he an ordinary Skeleton King-level Little Skeleton.

Wherever Lu Chen's sword tip passed, the seawater condensed into a rain of countless ice crystal swords. Every ice crystal reflected the figure of a powerhouse and mirrored scenes from a hundred thousand years ago when he led an army to conquer the heavens.

The golden compass unfolded a circular star chart behind him, and the phantoms of the twelve golden men chanted a war song in unison.

Ignis took the opportunity to leap onto the flood dragon's back, plunging the Flame Demon Sword into its reverse scale: "Explode for me!"

Crimson demonic runes spread along the blade, and wherever they passed, the flood dragon's body burst apart inch by inch.

Shelley immediately cooperated by summoning a blizzard, freezing the splashing poisonous blood into glacial till.

Morning Dew's Holy Light enveloped everyone at the right moment, while Sun Feifei's five elements flags were planted into the seabed rock layers, forming a purification array.

Ning Xiwei suddenly bit her fingertip and drew a blood Talismanic Incantation in the Void Realm: "By the evidence of the contract, soul return!"

Lu Chen felt his strength surge violently, and his Skeleton King true form manifested uncontrollably.

The ten-meter-tall bone sovereign brandished a giant sword and struck down, the incantations of the necronomicon flowing on the blade's edge, completely crushing the Demonic Flood Dragon's final Origin.

When the dust settled, Xu Fu's remnant soul held the shattered Jade Slip and smiled bitterly: "Old friend, back then you gave up your noble rank and chose to turn your body into withered bones, all for this day!"

Before his voice faded, the entire Guixu suddenly shook violently.

Twelve giant bronze pillars broke through the sea, with dissipating cuneiform characters appearing on their surfaces.

Lu Chen returned to human form and held the tianwen sword, the ghost fire in his eyes flickering: "It seems that Heaven has already noticed. Even without the Heavenly Eye, it is still—Heaven!"

He turned to look at the girls, who were still shaken, a playful smile curling on his lips: "Dear sisters, you've arrived just in time. Shall we go to the underground palace together to retrieve that Nine Dragon Coffin? The Divine Artifact of this place is exactly there!"

"Who are your 'dear sisters'!" Five delicate shouts rang out simultaneously.

Ning Xiwei's bone talisman, Ignis's fireball, Shelley's ice spike, Morning Dew's Holy Light bullet, and Sun Feifei's thunder talisman all came crashing down together.

Lu Chen laughed and opened his golden compass, as brilliant energy fireworks bloomed in the deep sea.

They are all shy!

Morning Dew suddenly let out a soft cry of surprise. Her holy codex automatically flipped to a blank page, and the characters from the bronze pillars appeared: "Don't be in a hurry. Let me collect these first; they are information we can study. These seem to be... the blood oaths of the Dragon Clan from ancient times?"

Shelley condensed an ice mirror to reflect the text, her expression changing slightly: "It says here that the power of the Five Elements Origins is needed to activate those twelve golden men...?"

Sun Feifei pinched her fingers to calculate the divination: "I feel it's an omen of great misfortune. Perhaps we shouldn't linger here?"

Saying that, she suddenly glared at Lu Chen in shame and indignation, "A certain bastard was planning to fight heaven and earth here all by himself, wasn't he? Good thing we came quickly!"

Lu Chen smiled without saying a word.

They were truly worried about him.

With the dissipation of the Demonic Flood Dragon, the seabed suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Ignis walked over, carrying her greatsword on her shoulder, with lava crawling over the blade: "Are you okay?"

Before her voice could fade, the ethereal song of a whale suddenly echoed through the entire sea area.

Everyone looked up to see a crystal coffin slowly rising from the shattered bronze pillars. The sleeping woman inside actually bore a seventy percent resemblance to Ning Xiwei.

Lu Chen's pupils contracted violently, and the golden compass emitted a piercing hum.

He subconsciously took half a step back, showing a panicked expression for the first time in a hundred thousand years: "...She is?"

That remnant image of Xu Fu watched everything before him.

His gaze settled on Lu Chen.

He felt gratified in his heart.

He couldn't help but be filled with emotion.

He watched his old friend from a hundred thousand years ago and softly recited:

“Thunder from the nine heavens strikes to purge the wicked, a single sword's frost chills nineteen provinces.”

“From the Yellow Springs to the azure sky, all submit, only the celestial vault refuses to rest!"

“Raging flames burn through three thousand realms, profound ice seals ten thousand tribulations.”

“Holy Light shines upon all living beings, leaving only the skeleton to laugh at the world.”

The group of bioluminescent jellyfish in the seabed suddenly turned in unison, focusing their ghostly blue glow on the crystal coffin.

The golden compass in Lu Chen's hand vibrated violently, and those bronze pillars that had been silent began to emit a chime-like hum.

The bone-tooth necklace hanging around Ning Xiwei's neck moved on its own despite the lack of wind, tracing a pale trajectory in the deep sea.

"The magic power all around is resonating!" Shelley said in surprise. The tip of the ice staff in her hand condensed a frost-flower mirror, reflecting the star chart patterns flowing inside the coffin.

At this moment, the bronze reflections showed scenes from a hundred thousand years ago: amidst a catastrophic flood, twelve bronze giants propped up the shattered land of the Nine Provinces.

Ignis's greatsword suddenly ignited with black flames, and flame demon patterns crawled over her bare shoulders: "Forget what kind of coffin it is, let's split it open and see!"

The moment the crimson Sword Qi slashed out, the Kui Ox totem recorded in the classic of mountains and seas appeared on the coffin's surface, actually swallowing all the demonic flames.

"Wait!" Lu Chen flashed in front of the coffin, his black robes flapping loudly in the current.

He condensed nether runes on his fingertips and pressed them onto the coffin lid. Three hundred bronze fish talismans suddenly emerged from the rock crevices on the seabed, arranging themselves into the sixty-four hexagrams array of the I Ching.

Sun Feifei summoned her magic power, causing a Yin and Yang fish to swim automatically: "Let me handle this. Our Zhao family has ways to deal with these ghostly things! The Kan hexagram changes, the Dui Marsh hides thunder... this should be an ancient Soul-Locking Array!"

She threw out Five Emperors' Coins to pin down the array's eye, cold sweat seeping from her hair and falling toward the abyss.

Morning Dew's holy codex flipped on its own, stopping at a page depicting a six-winged angel.

Her Holy Light overflowed uncontrollably from her fingertips: "The woman in this coffin is not a corpse. However, she seems to be reciting some kind of incantation, and all the magic power around her has been mobilized. It's very strange; we should be careful."

Just as she finished speaking, ethereal chanting echoed throughout the sea area. The sunken bronze tripods and vessels floated up one after another, and the jade bells hanging from their handles played the melody of 'Yunmen Dajuan'.

This was ancient music.

Everyone listened as if in a dream.

Even the usually knowledgeable Shelley couldn't help but be startled: "I didn't expect to hear the complete version of this lost ancient music here. I've only heard fragments before; I only knew a bit. It turns out the complete version is so beautiful, as if it's telling a story... Unfortunately, my research into ancient Huaxia studies isn't that deep. If the Elders were here, they would know what this ancient music is saying."

Lu Chen kept his eyes fixed on the ice coffin, the Soul Fire in his pupils flickering incessantly as fragments of memory surged in like a tide.

He seemed to see outside Xianyang City a hundred thousand years ago during a torrential downpour, a woman in green holding a broken jade tablet and kneeling in the mud, the bronze butterfly hairpin in her hair bleeding.