Xiang Yang's thoughts stirred. With a whoosh, he leapt before the Blood Crystal Giant Coffin, raised it one-handed, and with a sudden burst of strength, tore the massive coffin free from where it had been deeply embedded in the mountain. He then pushed it flat onto a relatively clean patch of stone.
"Do you think Sikong Xuan is lying inside?"
Seeing Xiang Yang's actions, Nan Fenglan quickly walked over as well. Her lovely eyes were drawn to the Blood Crystal Giant Coffin, and she could not help asking.
Sikong Xuan had been an unmatched figure during the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He possessed outstanding wisdom and formidable martial arts, and he and Great Zhou's Founding Emperor had been renowned throughout the land. Their bond ran deep, roughly akin to that between Liu Bowen and Zhu Yuanzhang of the Ming Dynasty, except even closer. They had been sovereign and minister, but also brothers.
The exact time of such a figure's death was uncertain. Even the records of the Divine Constable Gate only stated that thirteen years after Great Zhou was founded, the Strategist Sage vanished at Five Might Mountain. No one ever saw Sikong Xuan again thereafter.
Yet no one seeing him did not necessarily mean Sikong Xuan had already died. Perhaps, like Zhang Liang, he had retired after achieving success.
Now that Sikong Xuan's tomb had appeared, guarded by so many mechanisms and formations, along with the millennium-rare Hellflower and the wondrous Blood Crystal Giant Coffin, all of it proved this place was extraordinary. There was indeed a great chance that Sikong Xuan had been buried here.
Of course, it was only a possibility rather than a certainty, because tomb robbers existed in this world. To prevent their tombs from being plundered after death and their souls from