Eyeing General Feng

The Bronze Coffin before them was exceptionally heavy.

It was utterly different from the first one.

Even Chu Rukuang, exerting every ounce of his strength, could not budge it in the slightest.

It stood immovable through the ages, like a sacred mountain.

Chu Rukuang circled the Bronze Coffin once, then suddenly struck again. This time, instead of activating the power of runes, he extended a palm and fiercely shoved at the coffin lid.

His aura surged. Every shred of strength in his fleshly body erupted, veins bulging as he pushed forward with all his might.

Jiang Dao and Saintess Yao Yao also moved in unspoken accord, pressing their palms against the coffin and exerting force together.

Yet it was the same as before.

Even with the combined strength of the three of them, they still could not move the coffin an inch.

The lid seemed welded to the coffin, while the coffin itself seemed welded to the altar.

"What kind of secret did the Emperor leave behind?"

Chu Rukuang's expression shifted. He withdrew his hand again and scrutinized the Bronze Coffin.

He was now in the Divine Emperor realm!

How terrifyingly heavy was a full-force strike from him? Yet he could not even shake a bronze coffin?

Chu Rukuang sighed, completely abandoning the thought of opening the coffin. His face turned grave as he said, "Let's go. We'll head to Grievance Inn and ask when exactly the Heavenly Dao Holy Gate will open!"

Jiang Dao and Saintess Yao Yao immediately nodded lightly.

The three reluctantly left the altar and vanished into the distance.

Still, Jiang Dao had not come away empty-handed this time.

He had obtained a gourd full of red hair.

Once this red hair was released, likely no expert in the Divine King realm would be able to