Chapter 1858 - 1857: Seal

The young man looked at the grenade in his hand, slightly dumbfounded.

"Lean back to the left, crouch, roll to the right." At this moment, the elderly voice rang in his ear again.

The young man immediately leaned back, then crouched, rolling to the right and dodging away.

At the same time, the scarred figure’s hand had already reached back, grabbing towards him.

The wide palm grabbed nothing but slammed onto the cargo hold behind the young man.

Rip—

Then with a crisp sound, the cargo hold was directly torn apart by the wide palm, and the hard steel plate was instantly pulled into strips of thin iron sheet.

Seeing this, the young man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at the scarred figure’s hand, and saw only the wide palm with some paint off, revealing the mechanical structure underneath, it was a strong mechanized arm.

That arm directly grabbed the strip of iron torn from the cargo hold, twisted it into a bundle, and hurled it forcefully at the young man.

Transcendent plus mechanized body, what kind of monster is this.

But before the panicked thoughts rose in the young man’s heart, the elderly voice sounded again.

"Dodge to the left."

The young man immediately moved to the left, dodging the iron strip sweeping from the right.

"Dodge to the right."

The young man immediately moved to the right, dodging the iron strip sweeping from the left.

"Hahaha, fun, fun, let’s go again!" The scarred figure was excited as he lifted the iron strip, advancing further towards the young man.

The thick iron strip swung like a long broom, cutting through the sky by the scarred figure.

The young man leaned back, avoiding this attack.

Immediately afterward, the scarred figure swung the iron strip down.

His movements were not quick, even somewhat sluggish, but each time, as if he could predict the scarred figure’s actions, he just happened to dodge the scarred figure’s attacks.

"Let’s see how you dodge this!" After several exchanges, the scarred figure directly lifted the iron strip in his hand and thrust it forward.

The twisted iron strip suddenly scattered, rushing towards the young man ahead.

This time, the young man still ’predicted’ the direction of the attack and dodged in advance, but didn’t completely avoid the scattering iron strips.

An iron strip grazed his arm, leaving a red wound.

"Mock him." At this time, the elderly voice once again sounded in the young man’s ear.

What?!

The young man hesitated slightly.

"Mock him, make him throw away his weapon." The elderly voice sounded again.

The young man swallowed, looking at the scarred man lifting the iron strip again, ignoring the wound on his hand, he gritted his teeth and sneered, "Trash, didn’t you eat? Just know how to wave a broom here, with you like this, you’re not even fit to carry my shoes."

Hearing this, the scarred figure’s movements paused slightly, looked at the young man, and sneered, "Have some guts."

He threw the iron strip in his hand aside, then raised his hand, and took a step forward, "I will tear you to pieces with my own hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body had already reached in front of the young man.

The young man sidestepped once more, avoiding his fist.

But this time, he didn’t continue to dodge back, but took a step forward, sticking close to the scarred figure.

"Courting death!" The scarred figure directly swung his fist towards the young man’s head.

The young man crouched, the fist swung past, the scarred figure roared, lowering his head to continue smashing down.

At the moment his arm moved away, a cold item was stuffed into his mouth, wedging against his teeth.

Immediately after, the young man, without hesitation, rolled away, creating distance.

The scarred figure looked down, glancing at the high-explosive grenade stuck in his mouth.

Boom—

Intense flames blazed up instantly.

In the surging flames, the young man slowly straightened up, brushing his hands, he wanted to look back at the flames behind him but restrained himself, just stood straight, brushing his hands again.

"Turn around." The elderly voice spoke in his ear.

"Old man, don’t you know, real men never look back at explosions." The young man said with a stiff neck.

"Turn around." The elderly voice sounded again.

A faint smoke wafted into the young man’s nostrils.

The young man turned his head, only to see a spark landing on his clothes, which were already aflame.

"Fire, fire, fire—"

He jumped up instantly, lay on the ground, and rolled quickly.

After a long while, he finally extinguished the flames on his back.

There were no new bandits emerging from the explosion behind; perhaps they all ran away, or perhaps they were all killed.

At this moment, the young man lay on the ground, looking at the sky, gasping for breath.

The glow of the evening sun fell from the west, dyeing the entire firmament brilliant.

Ah, life~

"How long do you plan to lie there?" After a while, the elderly voice gently sounded.

The young man quickly stood up, awkwardly said, "Old man, you’re still here."

The voice brought him back to reality, he turned his head, looking at the parked trucks around, the chaotic ruins, and the splattered blood, "I originally just planned to catch a ride."

Then he took a deep breath, awkwardly said, "Old man, is there anything I can do for you? First, let’s be clear, I won’t do anything like sacrificing ordinary people, you saved my life, if you want me to do that, just take my life instead."

"Didn’t you just kill quite a few people?" The elderly voice said with a slight chuckle.

"Those bandits were bandits, innocent ordinary people are ordinary people," the young man took a deep breath, said slowly, "When bandits kill, they should think of the possibility of being killed themselves. When they tried to kill me, they should have thought about being killed by me. But those ordinary people, they never thought of harming anyone, just trying to live, they shouldn’t be killed or sacrificed."

He paused, "My life shouldn’t be exchanged for theirs either."

"Alright, young man, I don’t want your life," the elderly voice calmly said, "Go to the left, see the corner-destroyed carriage on the left?"

The young man turned his gaze, looking to the left, soon finding the damaged carriage, "Found it."

"Go over there, open that carriage," the elderly voice calmly said, "There should be a coffin inside, I’ll tell you how to open it, and we’ll be even."

"This sounds like some kind of evil ritual?" The young man subconsciously muttered.

But he didn’t hear the old man’s response.

He hesitated a moment, still took a deep breath, walked over, and reached the back door of the carriage.

The carriage door lock had already been destroyed, the break marks were still fresh, those bandits seemed to be trying to open this door too.

It was just because of him, the ’unexpected guest’, they were forced to interrupt.

He reached out, pulling open the carriage door, then paused slightly, "Old man, are you sure there’s a coffin inside?"

"Step inside, and walk forward." The elderly voice calmly said.

The young man climbed onto the carriage, entering the interior.

"Alright, stop." When he had walked about a third of the way, the elderly voice sounded, "What do you see?"

"A sealed wooden box," the young man spoke slowly.

This time, without waiting for the elderly voice to speak, he directly reached out and pried open the box. Inside were many anti-collision foam pads. He uncovered the foam pads, "I see the coffin that you mentioned."

He paused, "But it seems it’s not very big."

He looked at the coffin inside the box.

"How big is it?" the elderly voice asked slowly.

"About the size of a palm." The young man reached out his hand, intending to touch the coffin.

At that instant, a bone-chilling cold spread through his soul, attempting to engulf it.

He immediately retracted his hand, "This coffin is peculiar."

"Do you have blood on you?" the elderly voice asked.

"I do." The young man glanced at the blood on himself.

"Dip some blood and draw a diagram on the floor of the carriage, draw a coffin pattern, just follow this drawing," the elderly voice calmly instructed.

"Okay." The young man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, dipped some blood, and started drawing according to the elderly voice’s guidance on the ground.

Soon, he drew a coffin pattern, almost identical to the one inside the box.

"Stand outside the coffin, I’ll teach you a phrase, you chant each one," the elderly voice slowly commanded.

"Alright!" The young man nodded slightly.

He stood up and began chanting as the elderly instructed.

"Older than ancient,"

"Older than ancient,"

"Older than ancient,"

"Older than ancient,"

"The origin of everything, the reflection of everything,"

"The origin of everything, the reflection of everything,"

"I awaken the sleeping Coffin of Time at this moment."

"I awaken the sleeping Coffin of Time at this moment."

Brilliant black light instantly illuminated the carriage.

The young man, seeing this, instinctively took a few steps back, trembling as he gazed at the dazzling black light, "Damn, old man, you aren’t some Evil God, are you?"

"If I let you out, are you going to kill many people? Will I become a criminal of the Federation?"

This time, he didn’t hear the elderly’s response.

He only saw the black light continually surging and flooding out, the small coffin hidden in the box slowly rising from the wooden box, floating in the sky.

The surging black light precisely emerged from this coffin.

And along with the flow of those lights, the coffin also rapidly grew larger at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into the size of a person in the blink of an eye.

"Damn, this truly is a coffin!" The young man trembled as he saw this scene.

Bang—

A crisp sound emerged from the floating coffin in mid-air.

Bang—

Immediately followed by another crisp sound.

As if there were a hand inside the coffin, propping the lid to open the tightly closed coffin from within.

Crack—

A small gap opened from the coffin, and a surge of powerful and terrifying force poured out instantly.

The iron sheets sealing the carriage ripped apart like fragile paper in an instant.

Damn, I’m going to die here.

Seeing this, the young man ran back without hesitation, but before he could act, the terrifying storm had already reached his front.

However, the anticipated death ripped to shreds did not occur; the overwhelming force, as if encountering some sort of watershed, bypassed the front of the young man, avoiding impacting him.

The young man stared blankly at the scene.

The surrounding carriage was already thoroughly torn apart, revealing vast fields and boundless sky.

Yet in that sky, the brilliant radiance filling the firmament at that moment was somehow covered by a faint black light.

The entire world seemed to tremble at this moment, awaiting a soul that had long been asleep, to awaken from its long slumber.

Crack—

The coffin’s gap widened even more.

Whoosh—

Just then, faint purple light seeped from the black light, like an entwining spiritual snake dancing between heaven and earth, transforming into a slender rope, wrapping the floating coffin completely.

The surging black light, as if suppressed by some invisible force, instantly retracted into the coffin.

At the same time, the faint black mist in the sky dispersed at that moment.

The coffin, the size of a person, accompanied by the light’s gathering, also quickly contracted and shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, it became the palm-sized coffin again, falling back into the box.

The world quieted down at this moment.

The young man paused for a moment, then cautiously approached, looking at the pitch-black coffin, he carefully asked, "Old man? What’s going on? Should we do it again?"

"No need," a calm and elderly voice sounded in his ear, "Someone has added a seal on this coffin."

"Then," the young man hesitantly asked, "Is there anything else I need to do?"

"Wait a moment," the elderly voice slowly sounded, then fell silent.

The young man awaited without reply, so he sat down, sitting next to the box, feeling somewhat bored and waiting.

Meanwhile, inside the coffin, He Ao sensed another realm.

The coffin was sealed unexpectedly, but what he didn’t anticipate even more was that the inherent power of this coffin exceeded Denos’s memory.

In Denos’s cognition, this was a gift from some unknown Divine Being, a tool enabling endless slumber without aging.

Yet in He Ao’s Divine Sense and Super Memory, as well as the soul power perception from the Secret Wizard, this coffin inherently carried a terrifying high-level force.

This item is likely an Angel-level item itself.

Moreover, He Ao felt an unprecedented harmony from this item.

This Angel-level item might very well be the progression of Denos’s talent sequence ’Century Visitor’.

Additionally, another aspect of He Ao’s perception had to be mentioned.

In Denos’s memory, the ’Century Visitor’s Secret Medicine’ he slept with was already gone.

The container Denos used for the Secret Medicine wasn’t reliable, seemingly encountering some tear during intense fluctuations.

Over this long period, the Secret Medicine seeped from the torn container, now absorbed into Denos’s body, merging with his body.

In a sense, it completed the promotion process for him.