"This Daoist Qingyun coming looking for me is rather peculiar indeed."
Deep within the muddy field, a patch of clarity was precious and rare to uphold. Daoist Lu Ya, still wearing his mask, sat cross-legged within it, hearing the faint, vibrating sounds of the Dao echoing over, and could not help but smack his lips in surprise.
What a Daoist Qingyun, his cultivation has actually reached such a realm, even the Eye of Primordial Turbid Sinking is already unable to restrict your Dao might!
He immediately pinched his fingers to calculate, then shook his head and sighed lightly.
"This fellow Daoist is truly coming with ill intentions. So be it, the remaining two great opportunities seemingly really have no affinity with me, it might as well be..."
With a shift of his intent, he abruptly stood up, walked out of this patch of clarity, and walked toward the direction of the source of the vibrating Dao sound.
In yet another profound place of turbid mud, an ancient bronze coffin sensed the vibration and also slowly floated up from the abyssal depths.
Amidst the churning turbid qi, one could faintly see on the surface of the ancient coffin the relief carvings of numerous ancient tiny figures: some hunting, some making fire by drilling wood, some recording years by tying knots, some farming with slash-and-burn, some in bustling city markets, and some standing eternally across the cosmos, each and every one different.
It was as if this bronze coffin recorded and carried everything about the human race—from nothingness to existence, from backwardness to civilization, from a humble ant-like tribe to a supreme cosmic race, and finally to its downfall and annihilation.
It seemed that as long as it existed, the imprint of the human race remained.
"Li Qingyun, have you finally reached