Chapter 6

The snow of the Temple begins to rot.

Scarlet ice crystals fall from the clouds, smashing honeycomb-shaped holes into the ground. The divine servants on duty stare in horror to find black coffin liquid seeping from the depths of the holes pierced by the ice crystals—this is a sign of the *All Heavens Burial Divine Scripture* backfiring. Seventy-two star towers light up simultaneously, but the ice coffin projections floating above the towers all turn toward the direction of the Ice Prison, as if worshipping some existence that cannot be looked at directly.

Inside the Great Elder's closed-door cultivation cave, the ice-crystal lotus platform has long been soaked in blood. His rotting half-face is covered in ice patterns, and half a fragment of an ice coffin is pierced through his chest, with flesh-bud-like chains constantly proliferating from the broken edge, dragging the soul attempting to escape back into the remains time and time again.

"The ninth Coffin-Feeder... is out of control."

He roars and crushes the transmission jade slip, the slip congealing into Lin Jin's phantom in the air. The nebula in the phantom's right eye rotates in reverse, and the Reverse Coffin Seal held in his palm is devouring the Temple's fortune. Even more terrifying is that among the nine ice coffin phantoms floating behind the youth, the coffin belonging to the Great Elder has already opened halfway, with countless ice threads extending from the coffin to pierce his destiny.

Lin Jin steps onto the Star-Worshipping Platform through the bloody ice.

This is the forbidden ground of the Temple, with the Burial Calamity Marks of past cultivators engraved on the platform surface. Each step he takes, the ice patterns beneath his feet boil and roll, melting the millennium-unmelted burial marks into coffin-shaped brands. The Reverse Coffin nebula in his right eye flickers, reflecting the trembling of the seventy-two star-remnant ice coffins deep in the void—every time they tremble, the snow of the Temple rots by an inch.

"You think tearing up your cultivation can jump out of the chessboard?"

The Great Elder's roar presses down from all directions, and ninety-nine Burial God Chains arrive through the air. These chains, which once strangled Universe-Swallowing Realm powerhouses, soften strangely the instant they touch the corner of Lin Jin's clothes, with tooth-mark-like indentations appearing on the chain links.

Lin Jin raises his hand to lightly stroke the chains, a smile like ice cracking spreading across his mouth: "Does Master know what the Calamity Spirits were crying about when the Ice Prison collapsed?"

His left eye suddenly sheds pitch-black viscous liquid, which congeals into an ice mirror in the air. The mirror reflects the truth of the Great Elder's closed-door cave: behind the remains pierced by chains, a ten-thousand-zhang ice coffin phantom stands tall—the woman in the coffin is reaching her hand out, and the frost hair wrapped around her fingertips has already pierced into the Great Elder's spine!

"They were crying for you."

Lin Jin's Reverse Coffin Seal expands abruptly, the ice coffin phantom in the mirror resonating with the nine coffins behind him. "Crying that you have been a coffin for a hundred thousand years, yet didn't know you were the sacrifice."

**Boom! **

The Great Elder's cave explodes into ice mist, and a hunched figure shoots into the sky. At this moment, he is no longer human: the left half of his body is stark white bone, while the right half has swollen into a monster covered in ice scales, with seventy-two ice spikes extending from his spine, each spike skewering a beating heart—those are the Life Fetuses of the Temple's geniuses throughout the ages!

"The power of the Heaven-Burial Realm... is not something ants can fathom!"

The monster waves its claws to tear space, and wherever the claw wind passes, the river of time is frozen into an ice bridge. Lin Jin advances instead of retreating, the nebula in his right eye rotating to the extreme, actually decomposing and reorganizing the Heaven-Burial laws within the claw wind, congealing them into an ice spike that stabs back at the monster's brow.

**Ding—**

The ice spike turns into powder the instant it touches the monster. Amidst the Great Elder's manic laughter, Lin Jin's right eye suddenly explodes, and the Reverse Coffin nebula roars like a trapped beast. The nine floating ice coffin phantoms begin to collide uncontrollably, and the coffin belonging to the Great Elder opens with a roar!

"You think reverse cultivation can escape destiny?" The monster's chest splits open a giant mouth, swallowing Lin Jin. "You are merely the sacrifice that accelerates her awakening..."

The voice stops abruptly.

A gnawing sound comes from within the monster, and viscous ice blood seeps from the gaps in the scales. The Great Elder stares in horror to find that what he swallowed was not Lin Jin at all, but a fake coffin forged by the Reverse Coffin Seal!

The real Lin Jin is currently standing on the ice spike extending from his spine.

"Master taught me," the youth's fingertips slide across the Life Fetus heart on the ice spike, "the essence of the Burial Scripture is 'devour'."

The Reverse Coffin Seal spreads along the ice spikes, and the seventy-two Life Fetus hearts explode simultaneously. The Great Elder emits a terrifying scream, his body uncontrollably collapsing into the shape of an ice coffin. Lin Jin's nebula suddenly reorganizes, erupting with a brand-new scarlet scale—**Coffin-Feeding Realm**!

"So that's how it is..."

The Great Elder, about to be swallowed by the ice coffin, suddenly grins. "The Coffin-Feeding Realm requires slaying one's master to prove the Dao; you were already the one she chose..."

The ice coffin closes with a roar.

Lin Jin raises his hand to catch the falling coffin, the lid now transparent like a mirror. The Great Elder's remnant soul crashes frantically inside the coffin, and every time it crashes, the coffin body gains a scarlet rune. When the ninth rune takes shape, the ice coffin suddenly shrinks to the size of an earring, which Lin Jin embeds into his right eye socket.

**Crack! **

The void splits open, and the true body of the woman in the ice coffin appears for the first time. She is still sleeping, but the chains wrapped around her body have all snapped. The instant Lin Jin breaks through to the Coffin-Feeding Realm, the frequency of her trembling eyelashes synchronizes perfectly with the youth's heartbeat.

The collapse of the Temple lasts for nine days.

When the last star tower turns into ice sand, the surviving cultivators see a scene they will never forget: the one-eyed youth sits on a throne woven from Burial God Chains, with nine ice coffin phantoms kneeling at his feet. In the miniature coffin embedded in his right eye, the Great Elder's remnant soul is wailing, every scream congealing into scarlet calamity lightning in the air.

"From today on, there is no more Temple in this world."

Lin Jin flicks his finger, and the calamity lightning turns into seventy-two streams of light that shoot toward the heavens. "Only the Coffin-Feeder, Lin Jin."

Wherever the streams of light pass, the ice coffin projections of the heavens tremble in unison. In the Northern Wasteland abyss, in the core furnace of the Mechanical Dynasty, at the bottom of the Rebirth River in the Netherworld... every existence planted with causal ties by the woman in the ice coffin hears the crisp sound of chains snapping.

And at the end of time, the woman in the ice coffin finally opens her eyes.

Her pupils reflect the collapse and rebirth of nine thousand worlds, and the smile at the corners of her lips is colder than ice and snow: "It is time to close the net, my little coffins."

The coffin earring in Lin Jin's right eye suddenly burns hot, and he sees the truth of his breakthrough to the Coffin-Feeding Realm—

The so-called realm is merely an epitaph carved in advance by the woman in the ice coffin.

**"Coffin-Feeding Ninth Disciple Lin Jin, died on the day of slaying his master, born at the time of burying heaven."**

The wind and snow stop abruptly.

The youth sits alone on the throne, stabbing the Reverse Coffin Seal into his brow.

A new round of ice patterns begins to grow wildly from the wound.