"What?!"
"So powerful! Just how terrifying is this Evil-Eyed Blood Coffin? That Thunder Punishment Blade, forged from divine lightning and capable of obliterating beings at the True Spirit Realm in a single strike, was so effortlessly devoured... utterly inconceivable! Just how strong is the Evil-Eyed Corpse Emperor inside?"
"It's terrifying. As expected of a top-tier evil artifact—a Supreme Demon Coffin."
"This could very well be a monster-level being of the Eternal Night. I wonder if Emperor Yi can withstand this. He mustn't lose—if he does, morale will plummet across the board!"
Countless proud geniuses shuddered in their hearts.
That single strike just now—none of them dared say they could survive it unscathed. Golden Decree or not, when wielded by Yi Tianxing, its might defied normal comprehension. Its power was beyond realm-based measurement.
"By decree—Lift your coffin lid!!"
Yi Tianxing's expression shifted slightly. He hadn't expected the Thunder Blade to be so easily neutralized by the Evil Eyed Corpse Emperor. It was startling—whether it was due to the coffin's evil nature, or the Corpse Emperor's own terrifying power, it was hard to judge.
But Yi Tianxing had no intention of stopping there. Without hesitation, he uttered another command.
With that, the power of the Golden Decree surged once more.
Lift your coffin lid. Let's see what you really look like. Fighting to the death without even showing your face? That's just disrespectful. No matter who or what you are, no lid can keep me from seeing you.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The moment his voice fell, a massive unseen force landed upon the Evil-Eyed Blood Coffin. The previously sealed coffin lid began to tremble violently as if being pried open by some unstoppable force. It looked like it would leap off any moment.
It was utterly bizarre.
At the same time, a terrifying opposing force emanated from within the coffin, pressing the lid back down, trying to reseal it. A powerful suction force emerged from within, dragging the lid back in place.
The coffin became a battlefield of opposing powers—one seeking to expose, the other to contain.
Blood-red light flared across the coffin's surface as cracks began to form. Through the gaps, one could faintly see an eerie crimson glow.
To just lift the coffin lid without a word?
Many geniuses, even from Eternal Night, wore bizarre expressions. That was the Evil-Eyed Corpse Emperor's coffin—not something one just casually opened. Lifting that lid could mean digging your own grave.
Even many Eternal Night elites looked on in stunned curiosity.
After all, no one had ever seen the true face of the Evil-Eyed Corpse Emperor. Curiosity was inevitable. Now that Yi Tianxing was forcing the lid open, they were almost... grateful. They too wanted to see just what lay inside that sinister coffin.
"You may have swallowed Thunder Punishment, but can you keep your lid shut?"
Yi Tianxing sneered.
Unlike the earlier strike, this decree directly targeted the coffin itself, nullifying its evil interference and trapping it in a pure power struggle.
The lid jolted violently—rising, falling, rising again—creating a tension that made spectators feel their scalp crawl. Every time it opened slightly, an overwhelming ominous aura would pour out.
"By decree—Lift your coffin lid!"
Once more, Yi Tianxing spoke the command.
Another wave of Golden Decree power swept in, increasing the tremors. The coffin lid was clearly on the verge of failure.
"Do you understand the consequences of opening my coffin?"
From within the coffin came a cold voice—icy, bone-chilling, filled with murderous malice.
"Consequences? What, are you some unrivaled demoness, hoping I'll lift your lid just to marry you? It's just a lid. What do I have to fear?"
Yi Tianxing retorted mockingly, eyes gleaming with battle intent.
"By decree—Lift your coffin lid!"
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The lid trembled uncontrollably—no longer able to resist.
BOOM!
With a resounding blast, the coffin lid flew off. The immense divine force of the Golden Decree dissipated as soon as the command was fulfilled. The power of Yi Tianxing's words became reality—mission complete.
Silence.
The battlefield was plunged into eerie stillness.
Everyone's gaze locked onto the Evil-Eyed Blood Coffin, desperate to see who or what lay inside.
Then—
HISS!!
While the Eternal World's cultivators remained stunned, the Eternal Night side suddenly gasped in horror.
"It's her! Didn't she fall in the last era?! She's still alive?!"
"No… not exactly. It's her, and it's not. Legends say she battled the Martial Ancestor for ten years, causing entire domains to collapse under the shockwaves. She eventually fell to the Supreme Sword Diagram, supposedly perishing entirely. But her body... her corpse... it endured. Now, it's birthed a new consciousness."
"The Demon Sovereign of the Other Shore! It's her! Even if it's a second life born from her corpse, she inherited her terrifying legacy. That eye—it's the legendary Netherbloom Demon Eye. No wonder it exudes such overwhelming dread."
Lying within the coffin was a stunningly elegant female form, clad in a brilliant sapphire palace gown. Though she wore a mask, her peerless beauty was impossible to conceal. Her original body had been perfectly preserved and reborn.
This was a figure of forbidden legacy.
Even Eternal Night's proudest elites trembled at the sight.
Blue Netherblooms bloomed around her body—each one otherworldly, elegant yet eerie. Their beauty tugged at the very souls of those who looked upon them.
And then, the moment the lid was lifted, the female corpse's eyes opened—deep within them, a blue Netherbloom rotated, radiating a torrent of Other Shore Dao Rhythms.
"Yi Tianxing. You will die."
The voice was like frost-laced poison, soaked in unrelenting hatred.
BOOM!
Suddenly, without warning, an enormous aura erupted in the void, surging across the entire Divine-Demon Battlefield.
Yi Tianxing, still standing on the dueling platform, felt the crushing pressure most clearly.
A giant monument appeared in the sky, seeming to break through time and space itself. As it descended upon the battlefield, all light and energy bowed before it.
"The Sky Stele?!"
"No—the Tombstone. This is the Martial Tomb—the forbidden divine art of that ancient existence!"
"Why is that power appearing now?! Wasn't the Martial Ancestor sealed away in the last era?! No... It's after her. The Demon Sovereign!"
"Could it be... the Evil-Eyed Blood Coffin was designed to conceal her aura, hiding it from that divine art? And now that Yi Tianxing opened the lid, her aura was exposed—and the divine art locked onto her again?"
The geniuses of Eternal Night were shaken to the core.
Their minds raced.
There was only one explanation: this divine power had crossed from the previous era, a legacy blow from the Martial Ancestor himself. It had locked onto her lifeforce, lying dormant for eras, waiting for exposure.
"So strong… What terrifying power…"
Yi Tianxing's shock deepened. He looked up at the Tombstone—within it, he sensed a torrent of sword light, each strand brimming with destructive will. He felt twelve distinct Sword Intents, perfectly fused into one divine force.
"A tombstone for thee—a burial gift!"
BOOM!!!
A voice thundered from the monument—ancient, commanding.
The Tombstone descended, growing ever-larger with each breath, swallowing the sky and earth above the platform.