Chapter 7

Amu did not know what Wang Jue was referring to, but he saw a slight change in Wang Jue's expression.

Wang Jue's slightly hunched body suddenly burst forth with a force like a tidal wave, causing Amu to involuntarily retreat three steps.

Then, Wang Jue waved his hand toward the nine coffins in the courtyard and lifted them. Suddenly, the broken nine coffins emitted rays of black light. A loud boom followed, and the small nine coffins rose like a massive mountain, rumbling continuously. They then slowly transformed into nine streams of black light, resembling nine ink dragons soaring into the sky.

The moonlight was like water, and the blackness like dragons, swirling and intertwining in the air, creating a bizarre and magnificent scene.

Seeing this, even with his extraordinary composure, Amu could only stare blankly.

Is this the legendary immortal technique? Is my master really an immortal? After ten years of cultivating the body, it would be strange if the Dragon Tiger Fist of the black dragon could harm me!

However, such a commotion seemed to be felt only by Wang Jue and Amu. The other people in Liu Town did not notice it at all, and Yu was also fast asleep. The back courtyard had actually been sealed off, isolated from the outside world.

"Condense!" With Wang Jue's sharp command, the nine black dragons shot down and gathered in his palm.

Wang Jue's palm was filled with black light, as if it were a tangible object. A small black coffin covered in strange runes was enveloped within it. In the small coffin, the faint shadows of the original nine broken coffins could be seen. However, upon closer inspection, one would notice that the small black coffin was missing a corner, making it a leaky coffin.

"Are these nine coffins actually transformed from a single coffin?" Amu was surprised by the miraculous nature of the nine coffins.

"Long ago, in the chaos of the three realms, the nine coffins were formed by the great forces of heaven and earth, scattered within the vast universe of the three realms, unknown to people. Each of these nine coffins possesses a unique and supreme power, which even immortals and Buddhas might not fully comprehend. According to the legends of the vast universe, obtaining one of the nine coffins can stabilize the three realms!" Wang Jue's voice was沧桑而飘渺, as if coming from a distant past, leaving Amu in awe.

"Alas, I have spent countless years and could only obtain one of the nine coffins, the Demon Coffin. Moreover, this coffin is broken, and I cannot repair it or fully understand its mysteries. Despite its flaws, it possesses boundless demonic power and is an invincible treasure in the three realms. I will give this to you. If you have great fortune, with this Demon Coffin, you can traverse the three realms!"

As Wang Jue spoke, he waved his hand, and the small coffin transformed into a stream of black light, flying directly into Amu's dantian below his navel.

Amu immediately felt a swirling mass of energy in his lower abdomen, which gradually calmed down, with no other unusual sensations.

Amu was now like a wooden statue, staring blankly without a word.

"Nine coffins? Invincible in the three realms? Traverse the three realms?" Although Amu had the ambition to cultivate, everything was too sudden, and these thoughts were overwhelming his mind.

"Master, this Demon Coffin is the result of your hard work? Or are you..." Amu knew the importance of the Demon Coffin to Wang Jue and was about to suggest leaving it to his master.

Wang Jue waved his hand and said, "Amu, there's no need to say more. The Demon Coffin is of little use to me, and your constitution is special, making it suitable for the Demon Coffin. You will understand its miraculous nature in the future."

Amu knew Wang Jue's character; once he made a decision, it could not be changed. Therefore, he did not say more.

Wang Jue continued slowly, "Amu, cultivation has no end. Since you have decided to walk the path of cultivation, the small Northern Kingdom is but a grain of sand in the vast sea! The vast Northern Wasteland is but a speck! The Sea of Desolation and the Divine Land should be within your grasp! Do you understand?"

After saying this, Amu suddenly felt Wang Jue's eyes dim, turning from clear to murky, instantly reverting to his usual aged appearance. It seemed that the transformation of the Demon Coffin had consumed a lot of his strength.

"Master! Amu understands. I will strive to cultivate, with the goal of traversing the three realms!" Although everything was sudden, Amu quickly calmed himself down.

Wang Jue nodded, then shook his head and sighed, "By entering my door, you have taken on a great responsibility that has lasted for countless ages, with endless entanglements. It is not yet convenient to tell you, but you will know in the future."

"The vine is a rare treasure. It can protect you. Over the past ten years, it has been whipped countless times, and it has long been connected to your blood. With a single thought, you can retract it into your body."

Amu, understanding the importance of what Wang Jue was saying, focused his mind, and the vine indeed transformed into a stream of black light and entered his body. With another thought, the vine appeared in his palm.

Wang Jue, seeing this, nodded in satisfaction and muttered, "With these two treasures, it is enough!"

"An ordinary person has no sin, but possessing a treasure brings disaster! What we have discussed today should not be mentioned to others. Do you understand?" Wang Jue added.

Amu nodded heavily and said, "Master, what are you..."

Amu suddenly had an ominous feeling, as if his master was making final arrangements.

Wang Jue naturally knew what Amu was thinking and smiled bitterly, "Princess Haiqing's Nine Yin Constitution! The ghost coffin left by the mysterious cultivator! These all relate to the fate of the Sea of Desolation and the Divine Land, and I must go to the Northern Kingdom's capital."

"Master? I wish to be by your side," Amu said.

Wang Jue waved his hand, looking slightly tired.

"Amu, although your immortal bones are slightly formed, you are still a mortal. If you go to the Northern Kingdom, you will be a burden. Just follow my arrangements! Don't think that the merging of the nine coffins just now was a great immortal technique; in fact, I am just a mortal!" As he said this, Wang Jue laughed coldly to himself, "A mortal's tribulation, which cannot be avoided!"

In fact, almost everything about Wang Jue was a mystery.

Then, Wang Jue said to Amu, "I cannot teach you any techniques for now. I will arrange for you to cultivate in a certain immortal sect. Once you have made some progress, I will have further arrangements! If you fail to cultivate, our bond will end!"

Amu's eyebrows raised. He did not understand the meaning of his master's earlier words, but the latter part was clear: if he failed to cultivate, this might be the last time he would see his master.

"A mortal's tribulation? Could it be that Master is facing some calamity?"

Regardless, Amu knew he had to cultivate. Only the strong deserve to know and resolve more matters.

Wang Jue turned his head and looked at Amu, "Amu, twelve years ago, I found you in the snow. You were full of killing intent and had an extraordinary destiny. Your constitution is special, and you can control the Demon Coffin, making you a suitable successor. That's why I saved you. Remember, cultivation has no right or wrong, and both immortals and demons have their paths! The distinction between right and wrong, and the discussion of immortals and demons, are mere deceptions and the ignorant talk of children."

"The path of cultivation has no right or wrong, and both immortals and demons have their paths!" This phrase echoed repeatedly in Amu's mind.

At the same time, Amu felt the Demon Coffin inside him respond to these words, floating in his dantian, with surging waves of power, but he could not control any of it.

After saying this, Wang Jue's eyes narrowed, gazing at the vast night sky. The bright moon hung high, with few stars, but countless star maps were reflected in his eyes.

Wang Jue's eyes glimmered slightly, as if trying to see through the vast universe, and he muttered softly, "The silence of immortals, the extinction of demons, the nirvana of Buddhas, the death of demons, the end of the Dharma Age, but the great gate of the cycle of ten thousand years is open. The gods, demons, immortals, and Buddhas that should awaken will awaken. Guarding the three realms, only I, the vast sea! Guarding the three realms, only I, the vast sea!"

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