Chapter 89: Ye Fan's Rebirth Record?

Inside the ancient bronze coffin was utter darkness, and a chilling coldness permeated it, filling the hearts of those sucked inside with dread.

However, faced with such a strange environment, everyone instinctively suppressed their panic, not daring to shout loudly, only whimpering softly and whispering among themselves.

How could this happen? This isn't scientific!

Are we locked inside this strange bronze coffin?

Voices sounded one after another; someone tried to call for help with their phone, but found there was no signal, which made everyone's panic grow even stronger.

For a moment, the interior of the ancient bronze coffin became somewhat chaotic; some people were comforting others, urging everyone to calm down temporarily and wait for rescue; others used the faint light of their phones to illuminate the surroundings, observing the situation and seeking ways to save themselves.

However, in this slightly chaotic environment, Ye Fan's heart was unusually calm, possessing a tranquility he himself could not describe.

He also didn't understand why, but he always felt as if he were very familiar with the scene before him.

'Is this the future I saw in the Luo Book? Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin, the next stop should be Mars?'

This thought arose in his mind, and Ye Fan vaguely felt that since seeing those blurry images of the future in the Luo Book, his state of mind had undergone some change, becoming increasingly calm, as if nothing could stir his emotions anymore.

'Future. Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin, inside the bronze coffin there is a coffin.'

A somewhat blurry image surfaced in his mind, and Ye Fan instinctively looked toward the center of the ancient bronze coffin.

The interior of the ancient bronze coffin was pitch black, yet for some reason he could see everything around him clearly, as if darkness could no longer affect his vision.

'It seems even my body has undergone some change, Luo Book.'

As thoughts turned in his mind, regarding the anomaly occurring in his body, Ye Fan felt no surprise at all, as if it were supposed to be this way.

The moment he looked toward the center of the ancient bronze coffin, an ancient copper coffin less than four meters long and less than two meters wide came into his view.

This smaller bronze coffin was covered in verdigris, its color somewhat dull, as if etched with the vicissitudes of ages, giving it an air of antiquity.

'As expected.'

Before Ye Fan's thought could fully arise, in the next instant a familiar figure in dark robes appeared before his eyes, causing them to widen suddenly.

'That mysterious man?'

'Fuxi.'

With this thought rising in his mind, Ye Fan ignored the astonished glances of his classmates around him and hurried toward the center of the ancient bronze coffin.

"Ye Fan, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Fan's odd behavior instantly drew the attention of those around him, but due to the surrounding darkness, others could not see what was happening inside the bronze coffin, nor could they tell exactly what he was doing for a moment.

Ignoring the crowd, Ye Fan quickly walked to the center of the ancient bronze coffin, naturally saluting the dark-robed figure who was examining the smaller bronze coffin, and instinctively said, "Young Ye Fan, I pay my respects to Senior Fuxi!"

At this moment, Ye Fan's actions and speech had changed somewhat from before, gaining an ancient flavor, yet he felt no sense of incongruity, as if it all came naturally from instinct.

"Hmm."

The figure in dark robes rubbed the inscriptions on the small bronze coffin with one hand while casually nodding at Ye Fan with the other—this was Feng Yi.

At this moment, as he stroked the slightly weathered inscriptions on the ancient bronze coffin with his fingers, a vast sound resonated in his mind like a heavenly tone, as if it tore through time and space, echoing from ancient ages.

The divine sound was like a bell; each character was profound and mysterious, obscure and hard to understand, seeming to contain boundless insights into the Great Dao, requiring a lifetime to contemplate.

Although it was only a few hundred characters in total, it seemed to expound a complete path of the Great Dao, like a supreme being crossing time and space to expound his Dao, his way, and his ideas, giving a feeling of the Great Dao's utmost simplicity and a return to purity, an ancient simplicity.

As the heavenly tones echoed in his mind, ancient characters were imprinted one by one in his spirit; Feng Yi's heart filled with countless insights, which were compared and merged with the cultivation insights he had obtained from Fuxi's imprint, giving him a new understanding of the path of cultivating oneself as a seed.

Although this scripture is not purely a cultivation method, but rather a method left by Shi Hao to repair the immortal realm, at Shi Hao's level, every ancient character he left behind instinctively retains his insight into the Great Dao, making it worth a lifetime of contemplation.

'This is the scripture left by that Shi Hao who fully walked and perfected the path of cultivating oneself as a seed—truly every word is a pearl, wonderfully exquisite!'

In the mental realm there is no concept of time; it seemed like an instant, yet also like endless ages had passed. Feng Yi suddenly came to his senses, and an unconscious thought arose in his mind.

At this moment, those hundreds of ancient characters had been firmly etched in his heart, like a supreme Great Dao scripture that could be contemplated at any time, from which he could gain some of Shi Hao's understanding and feelings toward the Great Dao.

Having regained his composure, Feng Yi looked at Ye Fan standing quietly beside him without disturbing him, a faint smile appearing on his face as he said softly, "Little Friend Ye Fan, is it you? We meet again!"

Seeing the figure before him awaken from contemplation, Ye Fan's heart jolted, and he quickly said, "Senior Fuxi, are the futures I saw all true? Is this Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin really going to leave Earth and embark on a journey through the starry sky? And what about Mars, the Big Dipper, the ancient star?"

At this moment, Ye Fan's heart had accumulated countless doubts—about himself, about the future, about the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin, and so on—and he urgently wanted to know the truth of all this.

Before Ye Fan could finish speaking, Feng Yi stretched out a hand to stop his words, smiling lightly as he said, "Little Friend Ye Fan, don't be anxious; let's take the questions one by one."

His voice carried a soothing power that gradually calmed Ye Fan's mind and spirit as well.

Then Feng Yi continued: "First, regarding the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin, this is indeed a journey through the starry sky. On Earth, due to certain special reasons, the vital essence of heaven and earth has been depleted and moreover suppressed by the Great Dao, making cultivation difficult. The Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin will take you to an ancient star relatively suitable for cultivation, namely the Big Dipper you mentioned. For you, this is an opportunity."

Ye Fan listened attentively to Feng Yi's explanation; although it was the first time he had heard of cultivation, his heart remained calm, giving rise to no sense of surprise, and he instinctively understood the meaning of what was being said.

After glancing at Ye Fan and sensing his mental fluctuations, Feng Yi's eyes showed a thoughtful expression, and an unconscious thought arose in his heart.

'Do I count as having artificially created a half-reborn protagonist?'

'Has "Covering the Sky" become Ye Fan's Rebirth Record?'

He slightly shook his head, suppressing the thought that had arisen, and Feng Yi continued: "As for the future you saw in the Luo Book, that can only be considered a kind of possible future."

Having said that, Feng Yi extended a hand, and a splendid light flickered into view, carrying a hint of dreamlike quality.

In the next instant, an illusory long river appeared before him, carrying a sense of indeterminate fate, making it hard not to become immersed, as if one could see countless scenes within it.

The light illuminated the darkness of the ancient bronze coffin; the crowd that had come over out of curiosity about Ye Fan's actions were instantly drawn to this dreamlike scene, and for a moment felt as if they had stepped into a myth.

At this moment, their minds held only one thought: 'This isn't scientific!'

After glancing at the crowd, Feng Yi pointed to the main trunk of the long river and softly said to Ye Fan, "If this long river represents the river of time and fate, then this point is our current node."

Having said that, Feng Yi pointed to a very obvious branch on the illusory long river.

He then continued: "Starting from this current node, the past is a main trunk that, under normal circumstances, remains constant and unchangeable, and any casual alteration could affect the entire main flow, with consequences ordinary people cannot bear; whereas from this node onward, countless branches split off, each representing a possible future, each possibly becoming the main flow of this river, but only possibly."

Having said that, after glancing at Ye Fan, Feng Yi's tone became ethereal as he said: "As for the future you saw in the Luo Book, it can only be considered a branch of the river of fate, representing a certain possibility; it does not necessarily happen, nor does it necessarily become the main flow of the river of fate."

"Indeed, one could even say that from the moment you perceived this future, this future branch will undergo change and will no longer proceed exactly as that future; in terms you can understand, this is the butterfly effect."

"Of course, this is merely my own understanding of time, space, and fate, and represents only my personal cognition and insight; each person's understanding of heaven, earth, the universe, and the Great Dao differs, and thus each will have different cognitions and insights."

The entire interior of the ancient bronze coffin was silent, save for a gentle yet lofty voice that continually echoed, reverberating around.

Everyone stared blankly at the dark-robed figure in the dreamlike scene, momentarily feeling as if they were dreaming.

After a long while, the crowd finally came to their senses, recalling the words they had just heard, but their faces were filled with bewilderment and confusion.

Even though they could understand each word spoken by this mysterious man in black robes, when put together they sounded like heavenly scripture, and they completely failed to grasp what he was trying to say.

So that's how it is!

Just then a soft sigh sounded, and Ye Fan's face showed a look of sudden realization as he whispered, 'I understand now, this is how it is, this is indeed the nature of the future scene I saw on the Luo Book!'

Do you understand?

What do you understand?

The crowd looked at Ye Fan somewhat bewildered, feeling as if they and the two people before them were on completely different wavelengths.

Before they could recover, Ye Fan continued, 'Senior Fuxi, the images I saw on the Luo Book before were all blurry; many future scenes I could not truly recall, only having a vague sense. Could I look at the Luo Book once more?'

Fuxi!

Luo Book!

Those two names kept echoing in everyone's minds, and for a moment they lost the ability to think.

Their minds held only a single thought:

Is the black-robed figure before us the legendary Human Ancestor Fuxi?

Is he still alive?

How is that possible?

At this moment, they felt their worldviews were about to be reshaped.

Paying no heed to the crowd's expressions, Feng Yi shook his head slightly at Ye Fan's words and said, 'The future is uncertain; no one can truly see it clearly, not even through the Luo Book.'

Saying this, Feng Yi pointed at the illusory river before him and added, 'Moreover, the river's waters are turbulent; each time its flow direction is changed, it will summon towering waves, causing a terrible backlash.'

Saying this, Feng Yi fell silent.

Heaven's secrets must not be leaked.

Ye Fan's mind unconsciously brought up that proverb circulating among fortune-tellers, and he instantly grasped the hidden meaning; he hurriedly bowed to the figure before him and said, 'Thank you for your guidance, Senior Fuxi. I was greedy, and I also thank you for your earlier help.'

It was obvious that his ability to see future scenes through the Luo Book came from the help of the Human Ancestor Fuxi before him, and the latter must have paid a certain price.

No need for thanks.

Feng Yi casually waved his hand and said, 'You've already paid the price.'

Paid the price.

Ye Fan's mind conjured the image on the Luo Book, and within it he saw a figure that looked exactly like him, vaguely understanding something.

As the two spoke, the surrounding crowd finally came to their senses and gradually grasped the meaning of their words.

That guy Ye Fan is incredibly lucky, as if, with the help of that senior who might be the Human Ancestor Fuxi, he had seen a vision of the future!

No wonder he seems somewhat different from before!

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but feel envious of that guy.

Especially the classmates who had grudges against Ye Fan before now had eyes red with jealousy.

However, although everyone was envious, no one dared to interrupt their conversation.

First, regardless of whether the black-robed figure is the legendary Human Ancestor Fuxi, he is certainly no ordinary person.

This utterly unscientific dreamlike vision before them already demonstrates that.

All of them are seasoned veterans of society, none are fools, and naturally they would not offend such a mysterious being without reason, especially in this strange environment.

But if the figure truly is the Human Ancestor Fuxi, then for them this would be a genuine divine opportunity.

Now it seems the figure is easy to talk to; perhaps one could ask him for a divination like Ye Fan did, or even obtain a true divine opportunity from him and achieve immortality.

Just as various thoughts churned in everyone's minds, a low, hoarse voice suddenly came from the corner of the bronze ancient coffin: 'Guigui.'

In an instant, everyone's faces froze and their hairs stood on end.

The next moment, they finally recalled the black-robed figure before them and almost instinctively moved to draw near him.

Unlike the crowd, at the moment the hoarse sound rang out, Ye Fan's mind conjured a blurry image and he instinctively asked, 'Pang Bo?'

Ye Zi?

From the corner likewise came a doubtful voice.

At the same time, a gentle flame appeared inside the bronze ancient coffin, instantly illuminating the whole coffin.

The fire was bright but not fierce; it not only dispelled the darkness, but also seemed to dispel the crowd's shock and panic, restoring their calm.

Instinctively raising their heads, they saw a gentle flame burning in midair on the black-robed figure's shoulder, like a lamp lighting everything, bringing peace of mind.

Thud thud thud

Then, footsteps sounded repeatedly, and a tall, sturdy figure like a black bear emerged from the corner—none other than Pang Bo, whom everyone knew.

Wrong!

Then someone seemed to think of something and suddenly said, 'Pang Bo never attended the gathering; you can't be Pang Bo—are you human or ghost?'

I am naturally human.

The sturdy, bear-like figure continued forward and said, 'Never mind the rest—who's got water? I'm dying of thirst.'

Stop!

Seeing this, the crowd suddenly recalled the mysterious presence beside them and hurriedly asked, 'Senior, is he human?'

Under everyone's tense gaze, Feng Yi gave a slight shake of his head.

In an instant, everyone's hearts turned cold, and they instinctively shrank back—even Ye Fan showed a hint of doubt.

But the next moment, Feng Yi's voice rang out again, leaving everyone frozen in place.

He is indeed the Pang Bo you know, but he is not a pure human; he possesses some Demon Race blood!

Demon Race blood?

Pang Bo?

(End of chapter)