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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 and Zhong Xianxi soon reached the summit of Armory Peak. The plateau sprawled before them, littered with colossal weapons frozen in time: swords radiating glacial auras, spears crackling with residual lightning, and mirrors reflecting forgotten battlefields. Each relic pulsed with primordial pressure, their engraved steles whispering legends of fallen heroes.

"War God's Spear—forged over forty-nine years from celestial meteoric iron. A single strike once incinerated an entire kingdom."

"Devourer Cauldron—refined from the bones of a titanic leviathan slain in the Northern Sea. It drank entire oceans of spiritual energy."

Lu Tianming's breath caught. These were not mere weapons but fragments of Kunlun's soul. Yet scattered among them lay bleached bones—failed aspirants who'd dared claim these treasures.

"That mound," the coffin empress's voice sliced through his awe.

At the plateau's heart lay an unremarkable dirt heap, dwarfed by its glorious neighbors. As Lu Tianming approached, the earth trembled. Ancient blades rattled in their sockets, bowing toward the mound as subjects to a sovereign.

"Fool!" Liu Mulan's icy laugh rang out. She stood flanked by Zhao Jinghuai and Situ Man, her newly forged Great Luo Sword Physique radiating lethal intent. "Even at your peak, you weren't worthy to lick these relics."

Ignoring the jeers, Lu Tianming pressed his palms to the mound. The empress's secret incantation flowed through him.

The dirt exploded in a geyser of golden light. A palm-sized bronze fragment embedded itself in Lu Tianming's chest before the glow faded. He staggered back, blood trickling from his lips—a calculated performance.

"Pathetic." Situ Man's laughter boomed. "Now hand over Zhong师妹 before I—"

Lu Tianming's fist met the hulking disciple's charge. Three obsidian vertebrae flared in his spine as 15,000 jin of primordial force erupted.

Situ Man's arm bent at a grotesque angle. The brute crashed into a stone monolith, his prized Mountain Crusher Hammer clattering uselessly.

"Your 'divine bloodline' bleeds red like any mortal's," Lu Tianming remarked coolly, snatching Situ's storage pouch. Inside: 300 Body Tempering Pills and a jade slip detailing forbidden cultivation techniques.

Zhong Xianxi's gasp blended with the crowd's stunned silence. Even Elder Xu Hai, who'd intervened to stop the brawl, stared at the cracked monument where Situ had landed.

"Enjoy your victory while it lasts," Liu Mulan hissed, her sword aura slicing the air between them. "At the tournament, you'll beg for the mercy of death."

As Lu Tianming descended the peak, the bronze fragment burned against his chest. The empress's voice purred with rare satisfaction: "The Ancestral Keystone... Now your true tempering begins."

Divine Artifact