CHAPTER 47 ENTER THE BRONZE COFFIN

Darren was surprised to see the huge palm descend from the sky. It was about to crush him to

smithereens. He rushed forward, hoping to dodge the attack but it was unlikely due to its tremendous

size.

The mysterious bronze coffin ahead of Darren was his only way to escape the attack.

In a moment of desperation, Darren rushed into the coffin.

Bang!

The palm shadow hit the bronze coffin and bounced off of it, meanwhile the extraordinary warrior who

launched the palm attack plummeted and was obviously wounded.

For Darren, he was immediately confused with the insides of the bronze coffin.

The world inside seemed broken.

Countless graves were scattered as far as one could see across the bleak, boundless, and black earth,

giving off an old-world atmosphere.

In front of most graves were gravestones, engraved with ancient golden words.

A gentle breeze kissed Darren's face and swayed the weeds. Darren didn't expect the deathly stillness

to show any sign of life.

"No, something is wrong! They aren't weeds, they are superior spiritual herbs."

Darren was dazed. The lowest and humblest weeds were superior spiritual herbs. But there were more

weeds with greater vitality than the superior spiritual herbs.

"My goodness."

This place was in fact abundant with treasures beyond Darren's imagination. Urged by his strong inner

desire, Darren wanted to pluck those herbs so badly but he couldn't move an inch as if his feet were

tightly bound by the earth.

"I don't believe this nonsense!" Blinded by the immense amount of treasures, Darren would by no

means let this golden opportunity slip away. He channeled all his internal force to try and lift his leg.

After moving about half an inch, an overwhelming force pushed Darren onto the ground like a huge

mountain was dropped down on him. In a split second, two of his chest bones were gravely fractured

by the pressure.

With great astonishment, he hurriedly withdrew the leg he attempted to lift.

"That was horrifying! The power could have crushed me into bits if I continued moving!

Eh, there is a small area with footsteps."

Darren looked ahead and saw an area about ten meters to his right that had markings of what seemed

to be footsteps on the ground. It was a circular area with a radius of about three feet. In front of it was

an ancient tomb, its tombstone was engraved with words used among humans.

"The tomb of the Demon King Andrew."

Darren read on.

"I died in this divine coffin when I went on a campaign with the lord of martial arts to fight outsiders who

committed aggression against the land. This manual is called "Nine Changes of the Demon" and inside

are all my lifetime's unique skills. I hope a worthy descendant of my race finds this and passes it on."

Below were tiny condensed words recording the martial skills of the book "Nine Changes of the

Demon".

Darren began to read about the skills more closely.

This book contained nine stages. According to Andrew's own words, he had reached the Grand Realm

as he accomplished the fifth stage and became one of the top dogs on the mainland.

"Is this book about a legendary martial skill?"

On the mainland, martial skills were divided into the ordinary martial skill, the medium marital skill, the

superior martial skill, the extraordinary martial skill, the supernatural martial skill, and the legendary

martial skill, in ascending order.

With those in mind, Darren looked over the endless graves. Every gravestone was engraved with

thickly dotted characters that he couldn't recognize.

The graves grew taller and taller as Darren looked farther, there were several graves that seemed like

great mountains on the horizon.

Judging from the arrangements of these graves, Darren assumed that the farther a grave was, the

more powerful the man buried inside would be.

"If the characters on the gravestone are really about the legendary martial skill, my forcible

understanding may turn me into an idiot due to my current talent!"

Only someone with the Heaven Degree talent or above could possibly comprehend the legendary

martial skills.

Urged by his strong desire, Darren tried to read about the first stage of the "Nine Changes of the

Demon", he felt nothing unusual except for some strange feeling in his elixir field.

Darren battled his thought and tried to comprehend the first stage martial skill, a black pyramid-shaped

object began to spin in his elixir field.

Then Darren continued to read and practiced the first stage of the martial skill while standing where he

was before.

Swoosh...

As Darren practiced further, an intense heaven and earth spiritual energy gathered around him and

flowed through his body, transforming into streams of powerful black breath that was very similar to

what he had absorbed from the fiend.

At the same time Darren's body underwent dramatic changes, rows of bony spurs grew out of his back

and his skin was gradually covered with black scales. He had completely changed from a human being exclusive content.

into a fiend.

"Fuck, no!"

Darren shook his head as his current appearance had scant appeal for himself.

How could he show himself to the world looking like a fiend?

"But the young man who rushed out of this coffin was also in human form and he has obviously

cultivated this demon martial skill. There must be some way to deal with this problem," Darren muttered

to himself.

Regardless, Darren decided to continue comprehending this demon martial skill.

Around a month later, Darren finally managed to comprehend the first stage of this martial skill

thoroughly.

Then, Darren went on to learn the second stage of the "Nine Changes of the Demon".

"That's it! The body's changes will disappear if a man could reach the second stage!" Darren shouted

happily.

Reading the first part of the second stage made him greatly delighted, the introduction to the second

stage was called 'transformation'.

It said human bodies had the privilege of exceptional advantages in cultivation, successful

transformation could be of great importance to his future achievements.

Without any hesitation, Darren began to comprehend and cultivate the second stage of the demon

martial skill.

"The first step of transformation focuses on transferring the demon core from the heart to the elixir

field."

The first sentence overjoyed Darren. This was quite an important and difficult step which would usually

take a fiend over ten years to complete. As a human being, Darren's demon core was originally stored

in the elixir field.

Overflowing with excitement, Darren directly went into cultivating the descriptions on the gravestone.

"Puff!"

A splash of blood spurted out of his mouth the instant he began to comprehend the second stage of the

demon martial skill. Sudden waves of sharp pain were felt from his elixir field, even the pyramid-shaped

black demon core stopped spinning.

"It must be the consequence of my forcible comprehension of the second stage of the demon martial

skill, maybe my 'demon core' is not powerful enough," Darren muttered, coming to realize the truth.

After assuming that it was the reason, Darren started going through the first stage again in hopes of

absorbing more heaven and earth spiritual energy to strengthen the demon core in his elixir field.

"Alas, even my Black Degree talent is not capable of absorbing enough spiritual energy to meet the

demand of this demon core. It feels like a bottomless pit that can never be filled, all my spiritual energy

keeps disappearing without a trace," Darren sighed.

Several days passed, Darren could only lament over his failure to assimilate the endless "weeds"

before him. If only he could pluck some weeds and assimilate!

Then all of a sudden, Darren covered his face with hands and shouted. "Why am I so stupid? Maybe I

can make a few steps forward because my strength has improved a lot from my successful cultivation

of the first stage of the demon martial skill!"

Watching closely the deep footsteps ahead of him, Darren guessed it must have had taken the man

who flew out of the coffin a long time of cultivation before he reached the gravestone.

Next, Darren channeled his internal energy to his feet and tried to move forward, two steps would be

more than enough for him to pluck over a hundred superior spiritual herbs.