But no matter what, she would never let such a fine opportunity slip by. How could cultivating immortality possibly involve no risk at all?
Still, it seemed the heavens had treated her well. Lin Xuan was no longer on this island. There were traces of battle, so that Old Devil's incarnation must have been awakened as well. She just did not know whether the treasures had remained here.
But thinking about it, the two sides must have started fighting the moment they met, beating each other into a muddled mess. They should not have had time to take the treasures. Heh heh, it had all fallen into her hands.
As she thought this, a look of wild delight could not help but surface on her face.
She also understood that the longer the night, the more dreams there would be. Her figure flashed, and she entered the fissure.
It was pitch-black before her eyes. She did not know that a human silhouette, like a wandering ghost, drifted along behind her.
The fissure was not long. Soon, light appeared up ahead.
Yet that light was a greasy green, like Ghost Fire, making one's scalp tingle at the mere sight of it.
Then she reached the exit, and a hall came into view.
It was called a hall, but Yin Qi surged from it; calling it a tomb chamber would perhaps have been more fitting. Its area was quite vast, fully a hundred zhang around.
The entire tomb chamber was empty and silent. Only in the middle stood a high platform, upon which rested an enormous Bronze Coffin.
And around it were scattered some objects shaped like huge bronze cauldrons, inside which green flames burned fiercely.
A sinister, chilling feeling hung in the air.
Her gaze swept through the stone chamber, and