National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

According to Xu Fu, this Curse possessed the astonishing Magic Power to separate a soul from its body.

But it was a method no ordinary person would dare attempt. It was fraught with hidden dangers; the slightest mistake could lead to being utterly obliterated.

One merely had to recite a passage of the obscure Spell,

and with the Caster’s total, wholehearted cooperation,

a soul could break free from the shackles of the flesh and transcend the mortal world.

However, once the soul left its vessel, the path back was fraught with thorns and obstacles, its difficulty beyond imagination.

The slightest carelessness could lead to a desperate situation, a brutal predicament with only a slim chance of survival.

But there are always exceptions in this world. If a person’s soul was powerful enough to be nearly immortal, they could rest a little easier.

At this moment, Chu He sat cross-legged on the bank of a swamp shrouded in sinister energy.

As Xu Fu chanted the Spell, Chu He suddenly felt a strange power surge through his body.

He could clearly feel his body growing incredibly light, bit by bit,

like a balloon overfilled with hydrogen, ready to float away into the endless sky.

At the same time, the connection between his body and soul grew increasingly fragile, threatening to snap at any moment.

A powerful sense of dissociation washed over him in endless waves, each one stronger and more intense than the last.

It made his head spin and his stomach churn, just like the agonizing torment of motion sickness.

Fortunately, this extremely uncomfortable sensation didn’t last long.

In the blink of an eye, Chu He felt his entire being suddenly relax as if a great weight had been lifted. He was instantly and completely at ease.

He subconsciously looked down and saw his physical body still sitting firmly cross-legged on the ground, as motionless as a silent statue.

His soul, however, was now a detached observer, having silently risen to a position above his body, looking down on everything below.

The change in perspective felt both new and strange. Everything around him seemed veiled in a thin gauze woven from illusion and reality.

In that fleeting moment, Xu Fu’s expression turned grim. His hands clapped together like lightning, the movement as sharp and sudden as a thunderclap.

Instantly, a massive ripple of energy erupted from him, spreading out wildly in all directions.

Wherever it passed, the air shrieked, and the muddy water of the swamp was flung into the air.

This surging power struck the long-sealed Bronze Coffin, which held countless secrets, with unerring accuracy.

CLANG!

The tightly sealed lid was violently struck and instantly blasted open. It then began to spin at high speed, like an out-of-control black gyroscope, leaving a series of dazzling afterimages in the air.

Then, carrying immense force, the lid smashed heavily onto the swampy ground,

splashing up great sheets of thick, black, foul-smelling mud.

The pungent odor spread instantly, nauseating enough to make one retch.

At the same time, a powerful aura, awakened from a thousand-year slumber, surged tempestuously from within the Bronze Coffin.

This aura was ancient and mysterious. It carried a soul-shuddering pressure mixed with the stench of decay and death, threatening to devour everything in the Demon Cave.

"Get in, quickly!"

Xu Fu’s voice exploded deep within everyone’s soul.

Hearing this, Chu He dared not delay for a second. He immediately focused his mind,

and, without hesitation, directed his separated Soul Body to shoot toward the inside of the Bronze Coffin.

Seeing Chu He enter the coffin successfully, Xu Fu’s ten fingers danced rapidly as he quickly formed a Sealing Technique.

At the same time, he began chanting.

Under the blessing of this dual mystical power, the lid of the Bronze Coffin began to spin violently once more,

even faster than before.

In the blink of an eye, the lid returned flawlessly to its position atop the coffin. With a deep, thunderous THUD, it sealed itself shut so perfectly it looked as if it had never been opened.

"I have already told Chu He the method to obtain the Emperor’s Body.

From here on, it’s all up to his own fortune."

After saying this, Xu Fu looked as if he had been drained of all his energy, his expression thick with exhaustion.

His legs gave out, and he nearly collapsed, unable to even remain standing.

Even so, a glimmer of anticipation still flickered deep in his eyes, hoping for a miracle to blossom.

"Now, it’s up to us."

Yumizakura tilted her head back slightly and let out a soft sigh, a sound filled with both worry and a hint of determination.

She knew that the next forty-nine days would be a long trial of life and death for Chu He.

If, at dawn on the forty-ninth day, the lid of the Bronze Coffin were to be slowly opened from the inside, it would mean that Chu He had successfully overcome all obstacles, completing this shocking act of Reincarnation and earning a chance at rebirth.

But if, by the forty-ninth day—or even when the blazing sun hung high in the sky on the fiftieth day—the coffin lid remained completely still, without a single sign of movement, then they could only sorrowfully declare that Chu He’s desperate, all-or-nothing gamble had utterly failed, and he would be forever lost within the inscrutable Bronze Coffin, reduced to an unknown, wandering soul.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the Bronze Coffin, their hearts a mixture of complex emotions.

Every second that passed seemed to stretch into infinity.

And all they could do during the long wait was silently pray for a miracle.