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"Coffin of the Fallen Immortals
Where the ancient goddess predates creation itself, and Pangu kneels as her junior brother.

Lu Tianming, once the revered Kunlun Holy Son, fell from grace when his betrothed Dongfang Qingcheng betrayed him - his Dao bones cruelly extracted, his status reduced to the lowliest of sect drudges. Yet destiny intervened when he awakened the primordial bronze coffin obtained from the God-Slaying Abyss. Within its ancient confines slept a devastating beauty whose mere presence eclipsed empires, a peerless immortal who forcefully bound him to dual cultivation.

"Have you no shame? I refuse!" Tianming's protests echoed futilely as the immortal empress' jade-like fingers tore through his robes. But through this unwilling union came awakening - the legendary Great Desolate Emperor Body, a physique that once shook the primordial cosmos.

The white-robed empress' warning hung like executioner's steel: "Reach the Dao King realm within three years, or our next dual cultivation shall reduce you to ashes."

Tianming stared numbly at the coffin now fused with his dantian. He'd gained heaven-defying power... at the price of becoming this ancient goddess' cultivation furnace.

Coffin of the Fallen Immortals

Lu Tianming returned to his thatched hut after bidding farewell to Venerable Yaori. The moment he approached, a raven's mocking caw echoed from a twisted tree. Before he could react, a splatter of white droppings landed on his hair.

"Damn bird!" Lu Tianming hurled a stone at the black-feathered pest flapping mockingly on a branch. This accursed raven had tormented him for years—ever since he'd accidentally freed it from his wandering master's cage. Their feud dated back to days when the bird would peck his head bald, and he'd retaliate by plucking its feathers.

The raven swooped low for another aerial assault. Another glob struck Lu Tianming's forehead as the bird vanished into the mist with a triumphant caw-caw.

"One day I'll roast you!" he growled, wiping his brow. Even with newfound power, catching the demonic bird seemed impossible.

Inside the hut, spiritual light erupted as Lu Tianming unleashed his haul: 2,000 spirit stones and a mountain of Body Tempering Pills. The air thickened with energy as he began devouring resources.

His bones groaned like bending steel. Black sludge oozed from his pores as impurities burned away. Ten days later, three vertebrae darkened to obsidian—Great Desolate Emperor Bones thrumming with primordial power.

"Sixth Qi Refining layer. Fifteen thousand jin of force." Lu Tianming flexed his hands. Normal cultivators at this stage barely reached 5,000 jin.

Outside, he tested his enhanced Dragon-Elephant Divine Palm. A three-meter boulder vaporized into dust, the shockwave rattling trees. The raven nearly tumbled from its perch, beady eyes widening in avian shock.

"Pathetic," the coffin empress's voice dripped scorn. "Your Emperor Bones are still unworthy of the name."

When asked about the eight heavenly shackles, she revealed cryptic clues: "The Armory Peak holds a key. Retrieve it, and your first chain may break."

The southern mountain housed relics of Kunlun's ancient heroes. Disciples flocked here hoping for divine weaponry to choose them.

"Wasting time with a doomed physique…"

Whispers trailed Lu Tianming like gnats until Zhong Xianxi appeared, her vermillion robes fluttering as she looped her arm through his. "Let me guide you, Big Brother Lu!"

Nearby, Situ Man—a hulking disciple ranked fourth in the outer sect—cracked his knuckles. "That trash dares touch my Zhong师妹?" His muscles coiled like steel cables beneath tribal tattoos.

Zhao Jinghuai smirked. "Teach him why flowers bloom red, Brother Situ."

Eight Heavenly Shackles of the Sovereign's Physique