The Supreme Being of the World, Starting from the Heaven-shattering Fuxi

Chapter 451 Ancient Coffins and Ancient People, Zhang Sanfeng Discusses the Dao

The bronze coffin was pitch black, filled with a chilling atmosphere that instilled despair. Many of the female students were on the verge of collapse, their hearts filled with helplessness and fear, but they dared not cry out loud.

They all suppressed their emotions and voices, sobbing softly as they discussed.

"What should we do? Who can save us?"

"Are we really inside the bronze coffin now?"

"Why is this happening? Is there any way to get out?"

Unlike the other students, Ye Fan was not panicked in the crowd. Instead, he turned on his phone's flashlight to examine the layout inside the bronze coffin.

Inside the ancient coffin, which was about seven zhang long and nearly three zhang wide, there were mottled murals everywhere, and various ancient beasts seemed to be telling a wild story in the bronze rust.

The thirty students inside didn't feel crowded.

Ye Fan's attention was mainly focused on the small coffin in the very center.

Before he could even begin his research, he was immediately interrupted by Pang Bo, who was putting on airs.

Pang Bo, a friend who was initially thought to be unable to attend, also appeared inside the bronze coffin.

With a tremor, they felt as if the ancient bronze coffin was flying outwards.

In an instant, more than a dozen people rushed into the coffin. Beside them, there was a flash of light. They were all dressed in ancient costumes, such as Taoist robes, monk robes, Confucian scholar's clothes, or palace dresses for beauties.

"Fairy!"

Are you immortals?

Ye Fan's classmates, as if seeing a glimmer of hope, surrounded the dozen or so people.

"Unexpectedly, there are thirty mortals who entered before us. What good fortune!"

"They are not all mortals; there are two juniors who have embarked on the path of cultivation."

"Having reached the pinnacle of the cycle of rebirth, one has reached the other shore, but has not yet entered the Dao Palace."

The people were talking amongst themselves, looking at Zhou Yi and Lin Jia.

Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat as he recalled the scene he had witnessed while climbing the mountain. He was surprised and thought to himself, "Are Zhou Yi and Lin Jia actually cultivators?"

However, Ye Fan remained silent, wondering what these sudden arrivals of more than a dozen "ancient people" were thinking.

"I've met senior."

Zhou Yi and Lin Jia bowed very respectfully to the leader of the dozen or so people, an old Taoist priest who looked extremely disheveled.

"No need for formalities. To be honest, we were uninvited guests and stole your opportunity."

Lin Jia quickly replied, "Master Zhang, you're joking."

"Do you know this humble Taoist priest?"

The slovenly Taoist looked at Lin Jia with surprise. With his cultivation level, he could never forget anyone he had ever met.

It was obvious that he had never seen this younger female cultivator before.

"After I obtained the cultivation method, I went to Wudang Mountain and saw the portrait of the real person."

Upon hearing Lin Jia's words, the slovenly Taoist priest simply laughed it off, not taking it seriously.

But Ye Fan and his classmates suddenly became noisy.

"Master Zhang of Wudang?"

"Zhang Sanfeng?!"

"Zhang Junbao?"

"Zhang Wuji's ancestor!"

"A Shaolin outcast!" Suddenly, various different titles came from Ye Fan's classmates, making the slovenly Taoist laugh even harder.

Behind him were a dozen or so people, who appeared to be monks, Taoists, men, and women, all of whom looked like teenagers.

The boys and girls covered their mouths and giggled, whispering to each other.

"It seems there are quite a few things said about this humble Taoist in the mortal world."

In fact, Zhang Sanfeng himself was aware that there were many descriptions of him in novels and TV dramas set in the city.

He just didn't expect it to become so "popular".

"I am Zhang Sanfeng, also known as Xuanxuanzi. I am the Wudang Taoist you speak of. However, the Shaolin outcast and the patriarch Zhang Wuji are merely fictional characters."

"This time, because I encountered an ancient imperial artifact in the Kunlun Mountains, I was told that I would have the opportunity to cultivate in a foreign land on Mount Tai. Therefore, I led the younger generation of cultivators from various sects to the foreign land to cultivate together."

Zhang Sanfeng can be considered the greatest cultivator in the past five hundred years in the current prehistoric world.

Among the various schools of thought, the talent of this Wudang patriarch was in no way inferior to that of the ancient sages; it was a pity that he was born too late in history.

Since the Song and Yuan dynasties, the essence of heaven and earth has become increasingly scarce, making cultivation difficult.

Many roads leading to the outer realms were also closed one by one, leaving the cultivators of the prehistoric world trapped in a state of despair.

Zhang Sanfeng grew up in such an era, and in five hundred years, he cultivated to the level of Immortal Three Severing the Dao.

Unfortunately, there was no way forward, forcing him to seek opportunities in the Kunlun Mountains.

Finally, he received news from a stone tablet that appeared to be left by the Great Emperor Fuxi that the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin was approaching, and he could take this opportunity to go to a place outside the realm with abundant spiritual energy to cultivate.

Zhang Sanfeng brought this news to all the factions in the prehistoric world.

After discussion, the cultivators from various sects decided to let Zhang Sanfeng take away the most talented junior to seek an opportunity to achieve enlightenment in the outer realms.

These dozen or so young men and women each carried at least two Great Sage inheritances, or even Quasi-Emperor Supreme inheritances.

They don't lack cultivation methods; what they lack is the essence of heaven and earth.

To ensure they could settle down and make a living in the outer realms, they even brought along the sect's most precious treasures.

"Master Zhang, I don't want to cultivate anymore. I just want to go back to my family. Can you help me?"

One of Ye Fan's classmates suddenly spoke up, immediately prompting many other classmates to share the same thought: they pleaded with Zhang Sanfeng to help them leave.

However, Zhang Sanfeng shook his head: "This Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin is unprecedented in history and is extremely mysterious. Although I have some magical power, compared with it, I am like an ant looking at the blue sky, powerless."

"Don't worry about your families. Whether it's my Wudang Sect, their respective sects, or even the authorities, they will definitely take good care of them."

"You are all people with great opportunities to enter this place as ordinary people. You may achieve great things. They will not let your families suffer."

Zhang Sanfeng's words offered some consolation to these students who had only been out of school for a few years.

At this moment, Ye Fan finally spoke up: "Master Xuanxuan, could you tell us about cultivation?"

Ye Fan's words also caught the attention of the other students. This was a legendary "immortal master," and they certainly couldn't miss such a great opportunity.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly, casually sat down on the ground, and invited Ye Fan and his classmates to sit down as well.

"Looking at the star map, it should still be some time before the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin reaches its destination. I'll give you a brief introduction to cultivation."

"As for the specific cultivation methods, we will teach them to you once we reach a safe place."

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, these people were overjoyed.

Cultivation and immortality are, for all Chinese people, a hidden "fantasy of immortals and heroes."

Even the foreigners who came with Li Xiaoman shouted excitedly, "Kung Fu, Chinese Kung Fu!"

(End of this chapter)