There was a light breeze and no clouds, and the stars were shining brightly, casting down large patches of silver light, making the world as bright as day.

There was a bonfire burning on the ground, and two shadows were stretched out long.

Chen Sheng's flawless face was tinged with an orange glow, and his eyes were focused as he stared at the star box in his hand.

An invisible spiritual force covered the star box, like flowing water, constantly washing away the restrictions on it, as if it had untied a large chain, and the remaining sporadic obstacles were no longer a concern.

"It took a long time to finally open this star box. If it hadn't been eroded by time, it would have been even more difficult."

Chen Sheng thought that he got this star box not long after he became the elder of Yaolu. He was asked by Liu Qingping to detoxify his Taoist partner. Later, he entered the secret realm of Xilong River and realized that it contained a secret.

Over the years, he has increased the speed of cracking the code, and will finally succeed tonight.

At the end of the day, he suddenly had mixed thoughts in his mind. In fact, he was struggling to crack the secret of the star box and whether it involved a hint of the secret of reincarnation.

What if there is none? All past thoughts will become false, and his state of mind will be disturbed.

"Immortality? What an annoying thought."

Mr. Chen put down the star box and stood up. He was surrounded by starlight and holding an iron sword in his hand. He looked up at the starry sky and slashed it with his sword.

The magnificent and beautiful sword light bloomed in the night, passing through pieces of void, but it could not reach the other side and slowly dissipated over time.

He didn't care at all. One sword disappeared and another sword rose up. There seemed to be a clear frost all over the sky in the courtyard, which was extremely bright.

“It’s difficult.”

Lu Zhu said indifferently, looking at Chen Sheng's sword dance, and said: "If I had great magical power, I would definitely cut off this period of time and seal it up."

Suddenly, she felt that her all-powerful magic was extremely useful and more beneficial than fighting.

Don’t think too much, she shook her head. It’s too grand and far-fetched, unrealistic. It’s better to grasp the present.

"The Star-Severing Sword Technique, after practicing it till now, is no longer just a sword technique, it is also a way to soothe the soul."

As soon as Chen Sheng's sword flashed, the distracting thoughts in his mind were reduced a little. Although they would still come and go, the sword light could fill the sky, shining brightly forever.

What is in the star box? This is what he has been thinking about.

The above restriction took a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage nearly two hundred years to break, and it seemed that some of it was due to the loss of time.

The cultivator who placed the ban must have a high level of cultivation, maybe a Jindan Zhenren? When Liu Qingping gave the star box to me, he said that this item was extraordinary. When I saw Youhe in the Xilong River Secret Realm, this item also moved.

Combining all the clues, the things hidden in the star box must be not simple.

“clang…”

He kept thinking in his mind, the sword light was flying, and it cut off the meaningless thoughts, making his mind clear and not confused.

After a long pause, Chen Sheng's mood calmed down again.

He sat down by the campfire, took out the star box again, and used his spiritual thoughts to break the last few restrictions.

Luzhu didn't disturb him and left.

“Crack…”

Chen Sheng was still trying to break the ban. After half an hour, the box that had been sealed for nearly two hundred years finally opened before his eyes.

Then, his heart skipped a beat and he was a little stunned. He asked, "There's another layer?"

The big box contains a small coffin and long pieces of letter paper. Through the words, one can feel a strong resentment coming across time and space.

“Hahaha, there is indeed a great opportunity hidden in the star box, but it is simply beyond the control of mortals like us.”

"It doesn't matter if you have great means. I will just die of old age and pass away sadly holding it in my arms."

"I'm going to seal this damn thing up and bury it in the ground, never to see the light of day again."

"I dug it out again. I don't believe there is really no other way."

"Phoenix Coffin, it really is a game between immortals. I have no qualifications to enter at all."

"Hate, hate, hate."

The unknown powerful monk mentioned in the letter was probably a little crazy.

The reason for this is that I came across a great opportunity, but I was unable to grasp it, and my state of mind was completely shattered.

"What on earth is this Phoenix Coffin? What is this game between immortals?"

As the star box was opened, Chen Sheng had more doubts. There was a coffin sealed inside, or it could be said that the phoenix coffin was the real treasure, and the star box outside was put on by a powerful monk who was angry and humiliated.

This coffin must be hiding a big secret, and it must be related to life and death, so that he would die with regret.

"A game between immortals? Only immortals are eligible to enter?"

Mr. Chen cares extremely about the immortals' evaluation criteria.

All-pervading magical power? Invincible magical skills? An eternal existence that is immortal and as long-lived as the sky?

If it is the latter, then can he be considered an immortal?

After all, from an alternative perspective, he can be considered a living immortal.

Eternal and immortal.

"These lines..."

There were too few clues, so Chen Sheng could only focus his attention on the Phoenix Coffin and scan it inch by inch.

It is deep and dark in color, made of stone, with lines traced on the black background, outlining the image of a phoenix.

This phoenix wanted to escape from the dark river. Flames were burning all over its body. It was in nirvana, and its aura was extremely strong.

"tear……"

Chen Sheng's finger passed over the phoenix pattern and touched something sharp, which cut a thin cut and caused blood to flow out.

Then.

This phoenix seemed to be alive, its wings and body exuding a faint red-gold color, as if it was the finishing touch to a painting.

It looked at Chen Sheng and seemed to move, and its wings that were closing the edge of the coffin retracted a little.

“It can be opened now.”

The sudden change made Chen Sheng realize something. He saw a slight gap on the lid of the Phoenix Coffin. He tried to open it, and it actually opened.

It was pitch black inside the coffin, without a trace of light, like a netherworld.

Chen Sheng looked at it, and for a moment he was in a trance, and some things appeared in his mind.

He saw many strong men who were about to die of old age, but they sealed themselves in phoenix coffins and exiled them into the Youhe River.

After a hundred thousand or a million years had passed, almost all the people in the coffins turned into smoke and dust, but there were a few who walked out of the coffins and were led to the fairyland.

"Is this the power of the Phoenix Coffin? No wonder it caused a powerful monk to die with regret."

Mr. Chen was silent for a moment. He didn’t know whether what he saw was real, but it was undeniable that the Phoenix Coffin was mysterious.

It involves the secret of reincarnation of life and death. Perhaps at the final moment, he can use the Phoenix Coffin to take a gamble.

"This return gift is a bit too big."

Mr. Chen thought of Liu Qingping. The Phoenix Coffin was given to him by the other party. It was a great gift, but he was afraid that there was no way to compensate him.

Suppressing this thought for the moment, he murmured, "I need more information about the Phoenix Coffin."

He had no idea of ​​his origins and even if there was a glimmer of hope, it would be extremely slim. He had to control more information before he could change anything.

Outer gate, Sutra Repository.

Nothing has changed here. Inside are rows of bookshelves and numerous jade slips of inheritance. The deacons under the counter are very idle. They work when they have something to do, and mostly drink tea when they have nothing to do.

Liu Dahe was not doing nothing. In his free time, he would take a closer look at the young men who came into the Sutra Library.

This habit was developed based on a real event.

The elder who is now in the limelight of Yaolu was once favored by his predecessors, who treated him with courtesy at first sight, and this eventually became a good story.

"They are all ignorant teenagers who don't know what to ask for. How can such people be my good horses?"

He looked at the young man in the Sutra Library and shook his head. Even if he wanted to be a Bole, he had to have a thousand-mile horse.

He observed that the mental will of these young people was mostly mediocre and did not seem likely to rise.

This was just a false thought. He knew it was useless to think about it, so he sat back down.

At this time, a young man walked in. He was wearing white clothes, without a trace of dust on his body, as if he had just come down from the clouds. His eyes were warm with a special charm, a little heavy, and a little vicissitudes, which were the traces left by time.

"In a trance, I seemed to see Deacon Mo."

Mr. Chen had not been to the Sutra Repository for a long time, but when he stepped in, he felt a sense of familiarity in his heart, especially when he saw the deacon here, who had a bit of the aura of Deacon Mo, both very leisurely. He was slightly stunned and nodded at the man.

"Does this boy know me?"

Liu Dahe was also stunned, mainly because of that nod. He had an indescribable feeling. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't calm down. It was as if something was grabbing his attention. He said, "No, I have to observe carefully."

He had a premonition that this young man was no ordinary man and that his best horse might be here.

"Things related to immortality should be classified in the category of miscellaneous essays and ancient books."

With Deacon Mo's tacit approval, for a long period of time, Chen Sheng was able to browse the classics in the Sutra Repository at will. He was not unfamiliar with this and quickly found the place.

In the Sutra Repository, spells and techniques are the most numerous, followed by those that assist in cultivation. Things like those related to immortality are, on the contrary, rare and are considered a side hustle among side hustle.

Because, to a cultivator at the Qi Refining Stage, it is too vague and false, and nothing is as real as a simple technique.

"No, nothing at all..."

Chen Sheng grabbed all the jade slips that might contain information about the "Phoenix Coffin" in his hands, and used his mental power to continuously scan the contents.

As he walked along, he grabbed a handful of inheritance jade slips, but was unable to find the information he wanted.

In a quarter of an hour, he had read all the relevant contents in the Sutra Library, but did not find what he wanted.

It's not that he is fast, but this kind of records are really too rare. Some of them are compiled records, which are the imaginations of Qi Refining Realm cultivators and should not be taken seriously.

Helpless, I could only settle the contribution points and leave.

"etc……"

When Liu Dahe saw that he was about to leave, he felt anxious. He was still thinking about the deeds of the thousand-mile horse and wanted to have more contact with him and learn more about him.

"What is it?"

Mr. Chen looked back and asked.

“It doesn’t feel right.”

Somehow, Liu Dahe felt that there was a sense of majesty in this gaze, so he softened his tone and said, "What are you looking for? Maybe I can help."

A sense of oppression.

The spirit of this young man was extremely strong, and he was a gifted person. His heart became hot and he had more and more ideas.

Funding, support, and fame spread far and wide.

"Is there any... extremely mysterious coffin or ancient book that records it?"

Although Mr. Chen knew the possibility was very small, he still held on to a glimmer of hope and stated his needs, but did not mention the Phoenix Coffin specifically, for fear that someone would see through him.

"It seems to be recorded in the Nine Summer Abyss Records and the Demon Garden Magic Book."

Liu Dahe was unaware of the secret. When he heard Chen Sheng's request, he thought for a moment and then told him the book containing the word "coffin".

"I've seen it, it's useless."

Mr. Chen shook his head, saying he had seen all of this.

"That can't be helped."

Liu Dahe waved his hand, and in order to prevent Chen Sheng from escaping, he said cryptically: "Have you ever heard of the story that happened between the deacon of the Sutra Repository and the elder of the Medicine House?"

He put himself in the shoes of the past, with a keen eye for talent, and quietly hinted to Mr. Chen to be more sensible.

Chen Sheng probably couldn't understand the deep meaning, and sighed: "I am the elder of Yaolu."

Many years have passed, and even Deacon Mo has his fans, but the person is gone and only he remains, giving a feeling of the passage of time.

"It's okay. The Sutra Library in the inner sect may have what you need. After all, that's where the true inheritance is."

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Liu Dahe's mind, including embarrassment, confusion, but more of a sense of helplessness.

Although such a big shot looked gentle in front of him, he was already the most powerful and noble person he had ever met.

"Thank you."

Mr. Chen left after saying something.

"This is a thousand-mile horse, but it's a thousand-mile horse from more than two hundred years ago."

After a while, Liu Dahe slapped his thigh hard. He did have the potential to be a Bole, but this thousand-mile horse was already famous throughout the world.

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Yiyuan Peak.

The clouds are deep and the fog is thick. Just looking at it gives it a majestic aura that makes people afraid to make any noise.

A letter came into the room and should have been intercepted, but when the servant took a look at the name, he hurriedly took it and walked in.

"What is it?"

Inside the hall, that figure stood tall, emitting a kind of majesty. His eyes were indifferent, his appearance was sacred, and his voice was faint, yet full of domineering aura.

At this time, there should be no letters arriving, and there shouldn't be any letters arriving, as it would break the rules.

But he was not a hot-tempered person, and he knew that the servant must have a reason for coming.

"A letter from the person in Yaolu."

The servant lowered his head and bent his body, not daring to look at the majestic master, and handed the letter over with both hands.

"Um."

Chen Ergou snorted lightly, unconsciously putting aside his dignity, took the letter and started reading.

"I want to go to the inner sect's Sutra Library to have a look. The kind that can be viewed in secret."

It's nothing big, just a small thing.

Chen Ergou took off the token from his waist, a jade plate with the word "Chen" written on it, which represented himself. Seeing it was like seeing the real person. He handed it to the servant and sent it to the medicine house.

(End of this chapter)