Eternal Matter

This was a tall, slender young man.

At least on the surface, he looked young, seemingly no more than thirty.

He wore battered armor, his long black hair spilling down his back. His features were sharply defined, his brows like blades carved by a knife. Most of all, his eyes were profound and weathered, as though they had passed through countless ages.

A single glance at him was enough to make one feel the passage of time.

This was Venerable Wu Dao's true appearance.

Yet at this moment, he was gasping heavily, as though he had exhausted himself. One hand remained firmly pressed against the Bronze Coffin, while his slender body seemed to contain boundless strength.

"Uncle Wu Dao..."

The instant Saintess Yao Yao saw Wu Dao, excitement flooded her face, and she hurriedly rushed toward him.

Venerable Wu Dao repeatedly shook his head and raised his other hand before him.

"Don't come closer!"

His voice was weathered as he said, "The curse on my body has not been completely forced out. Once someone of your cultivation approaches, there is an extremely high chance that you will be infected by the curse!"

"Uncle Wu Dao, you still haven't fully recovered?"

Saintess Yao Yao hurriedly asked.

"Senior, you haven't recovered?"

Jiang Dao asked as well.

"I told you before, that curse is extraordinarily terrifying. I have wrestled with it for countless years and still could not force it out completely. How could merely borrowing a strand of your origin true fire possibly drive it out?"

Venerable Wu Dao kept shaking his head. "However, I am far better off than before. I have forced out over seventy percent of the curse and sealed it within this Bronze Coffin. You must not touch this coffin!"

Jiang Dao immediately understood.

At the same time,