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Chapter 942: Chapter 969: The Boss is Generous! Wishing You Wealth and Prosperity! (Third Update) Chapter 942: Chapter 969: The Boss is Generous! Wishing You Wealth and Prosperity! (Third Update) The closer Yang Zhen got to the ancient bronze coffin, the harder his heart struggled to bear the impact.

The bronze coffin before him was definitely not something ordinary, for in Yang Zhen’s perception, the grand presence of the golden crown tree paled in comparison to that of the bronze coffin, like a petty sorcerer dwarfed by a grand witch.

The golden crown tree was nothing at all, the aura emanating from the bronze coffin was the true horror.

At that instant, Yang Zhen also completely understood why the Great Nether Purgatory had chosen to set up the demonic pit in such a place.

From the bronze coffin wafted waves of deadly Qi, with a richness so terrifying that Yang Zhen felt as if he were in the Nine Nether Purgatory.

Yang Zhen dared not imagine who might be buried inside, for even the beast pulling the coffin was so frightful, and there were nine of them, no less. One could only imagine how formidable the being inside must be, perhaps capable of killing Yang Zhen with a mere glance.

Seeing the eager look in the dragon fish’s eyes, Yang Zhen frowned and asked, “Are you sure you want to be chained up again?”

The dragon fish nodded hurriedly, a rich sadness in its eyes, and for some reason, Yang Zhen felt it too, a wave of sorrow in his heart.

“A hare is cooked when the dog has done his job, a bird is killed once the bow has been used.” Regardless of whether everything here was related to the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin, merely the waves of deadly Qi emanating from within the coffin told Yang Zhen that the person inside was probably beyond saving.

With the other eight brothers dead, only the dragon fish was left to survive in the dark water for who knows how many years, probably tired of living.

Yang Zhen sighed and said, “I don’t know what restrictions this bronze chain has; I can only try.”

With that, Yang Zhen grabbed the bronze chain around the dragon fish’s neck and headed towards the ninth bronze chain.

As Yang Zhen’s hands grasped both ends of the bronze chain, a torrential wave of Qi surged from the chain into his body with a roar.

Yang Zhen could swear upon his own life that this power was the most terrifying force he had ever endured, even more potent and domineering than the Heaven and Earth Qi he had drawn upon under the blessing of Chilong during the Wild Sky Ritual.

Almost the moment the terrible force entered his body, the eight extraordinary meridians within Yang Zhen burst open with a bang.

Yang Zhen’s face was a mask of horror, yet he was powerless to do anything; at this moment, he could not even think of releasing the bronze chain, let alone counteract the force.

In this life-threatening moment, all Yang Zhen could do was reluctantly turn around and glare at the dragon fish.

Just before falling unconscious, Yang Zhen seemed to hear a hysterical moo, as if the heavens and the earth were on the verge of destruction. That sorrowful moan made Yang Zhen’s heart unwillingly soften.

But what good would feeling compassion do? His own life was hanging by a thread, so how could he afford to worry about others?

After an indeterminate amount of time, Yang Zhen gradually awoke to find that he had not died.

Not only had he not died, but the eight extraordinary meridians that exploded within him were all restored to perfect condition, no, they were even more robust and resilient than before, making him feel as though he had been blessed in disguise after a misfortune.

Yang Zhen stretched and, as he stood up shakily, was startled upon realizing the current situation.

Yang Zhen was originally lying on the ground, definitely clutching two sections of the bronze chain. Now, the bronze chains were linked together, and Yang Zhen could not feel any join, as if they were naturally made that way, as if that had always been their form since ancient times.

And Yang Zhen was not lying on the ground, but on a huge skeleton.

Skeleton?

Yang Zhen looked up and counted one, two, three, four… a total of eight skeletons. Including the one under his feet, there were exactly nine.

Whrrr—!

Fearsome breaths that seemed to make heaven and earth resonate came forth from the coffin. Despite this, the endless deadly Qi inside the coffin could not be concealed.

Yet, the effort was in vain at last.

Even with the Nine Dragons gathered, the breath inside the coffin was still a breath of death, without any sign of vitality coming through.

Yang Zhen sighed, looked at the skeletons prostrated on the ground, and muttered to himself, “Loyal in protecting their master, they were just a bit unlucky, but luckily, you’ve encountered Sao Saint. I have some understanding of your methods. Enough, I’ll lend you a hand. Whether there can be a turn of events depends on your own fate.”

With that, Yang Zhen leaped down from the skeletons, and it took him nearly half an hour to circle around and understand the arrangement of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin.

The master of this dragon coffin seemed to be a bit unlucky. Initially far from the Nine Nether Purgatory, he did not expect that there was still a restraint between Heaven and Earth, namely the pool of dark water hanging in the sky.

Beneath the separation of Heaven and Earth by the dark water, with Yin and Yang distanced and vitality cut off, no matter how much preparation the person had made in life, he couldn’t succeed.

Yang Zhen naturally couldn’t get rid of that layer of dark water, but he was able to slightly alter the landscape here, revitalizing the geomancy of the area.

After realizing all this, Yang Zhen looked up at the huge coffin, clicked his tongue in wonder, and started tinkering.

Changing the geomancy was no easy task. Yang Zhen expended a great deal of effort before he managed to stimulate vitality, fully awakening this place.

A ray of light, from an unknown source, struck the huge bronze coffin, which instantly became coated with a layer of golden radiance.

Once the situation of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin was established, including the last dragonfish, light began to emanate from the nine skeletons, radiantly beautiful and dazzling like a dream, mesmerizing to behold.

Yang Zhen watched the splendid scene before him, pursed his lips, and said, “Hey, I wonder if the place where Sao Saint will be buried a hundred years from now could also form such a grand Heaven and Earth arrangement? But… this guy seems a bit stingy. Sao Saint has helped out so much, yet there isn’t the slightest gesture of gratitude?”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Yang Zhen’s expression changed drastically, and he flew backward.

Hum—!

A terrifying ray of light burst forth from the bronze coffin, slowly gathering in mid-air. Yang Zhen took a fright, looked intently, and was immediately overjoyed.

From the bronze coffin, amidst the gathering light, a Heavenly Book, identical to the two in Yang Zhen’s mind, was slowly rotating.

Another Heavenly Book!

Yang Zhen grinned and said, “That’s more like it. The boss is generous, congratulations on the fortune!”

This was a Heavenly Book that Yang Zhen had never heard of, ancient and elegant in its entirety, exuding an aura of wild antiquity. Although it appeared thin, it felt profoundly substantial.

Yang Zhen slowly approached the coffin and tentatively reached his hand into the green light, relieved to find that there was no harm or obstruction, he then breathed a sigh of relief and grasped the Heavenly Book.

Boom—!

Another terrifying power entered Yang Zhen’s body, this time even more fierce and with a sense of complexity, leaving Yang Zhen charred on the outside and tender on the inside in a sorry state.

“Damn, not… not again?”

Yang Zhen, completely drained, fell from mid-air before losing consciousness, plopping onto the coffin perfectly into a crevice, while the green light and the Heavenly Book in mid-air gradually disappeared from view.

Strange breaths erupted from the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin in mid-air, condensing into endless Heaven and Earth Rune Patterns, accompanied by a cosmic chant, the humming resounding deafeningly.

Before long, the terrifying breath of death inside the bronze coffin began to slowly recede, eventually being absorbed entirely into the coffin, as if it had been completely consumed.

The entire space once again fell into a deathly silence, of course, mixed with the rhythmic breathing of Yang Zhen.

Streams of green light swirled around Yang Zhen, looking eerily exquisite, fluctuating with his breath, mysterious and dazzling.