This was more than just delivering a coffin—it was practically forging a cursed prison exclusively for Chu Jiang, one where he would suffer without end.
Every guest who saw this scene sucked in a sharp breath.
Mad—completely mad!
At Chu Jiang's return ceremony, these four had brought him a coffin. They truly did not care whether they lived or died.
If the other side did not possess the foundation to suppress the Chu Tian Division, they definitely would not be leaving Spirit Stream Mountain today.
"This coffin is called the Soul Devouring Coffin."
Nether Coffin Old Devil of the Mysterious Yin Sect spoke in a sinister voice. Completely ignoring everyone's gazes, he continued his introduction. "It was forged with the filthy soil from the bottom of a mass grave as its base, tempered with maiden's heartblood and the Killing Intent of resentful souls, then nurtured through my sect's secret arts for three hundred years. Today, I have specially brought it as an offering to Division Master Chu. This coffin possesses wondrous properties: it can gather deathly Qi from all directions, erode the flesh, and rot the soul. Even if Division Master Chu truly... ah, unfortunately falls, as long as his clothes, hair, or even his name are placed within this coffin, it will torment day and night the final trace of his true spirit imprint left in this world, ensuring that he can never be reborn, letting him feel our respect amidst endless suffering for all eternity."
He paused, his grayish-white eyes sweeping over the ashen faces of the Chu Tian Division's upper ranks, before he bared his teeth in a grin. "Of course, if Division Master Chu is blessed by fortune and still remains in this world... that is no matter either. This coffin is already bound to his