Two ancient bronze coffins glided through the dark, deathly silent Burial Abyss void at twice the speed Li Qingyun had managed earlier.
The white-haired strange person, Elder Yuan, stood motionless at the "small door," his narrowed eyes like those of a corpse.
Before long.
Yuan Shan drifted in soundlessly, his silver hair hanging loose, his vitality and blood seemingly depleted.
Only then did the white-haired strange person open his pale, shadowy eyes. Somewhat surprised, he looked at Yuan Shan. "Why have you come again? Don't make such a huge mess as you did last time!"
Yuan Shan's silver hair fluttered as he coughed and chuckled. "Rest assured, this time, this old man's goal aligns with that of the Yuan Wei Clan!"
Clatter! Bronze chains rattled as an ancient coffin descended.
Still coughing, Yuan Shan lay down inside with practiced ease, as if he had done so thousands of times.
Thud!
Thud, thud!
Thud, thud, thud!
Who knew how much time had passed? Li Qingyun lay in the ancient bronze coffin with his eyes closed and breath contained, like a dead man.
He merely followed the direction drawn by the "flame" in his heart, continually approaching the source within the Great Burial Pit that inexplicably attracted him.
The pulsing in his bloodline also grew faster and more urgent.
At last, he abruptly opened his eyes, as though raging divine fire had ignited within them.
"It should be here!"
He gently pushed open a crack in the bronze coffin lid. Only then did Li Qingyun's divine sense instantly spread out, blanketing the Burial Abyss void before him.
His expression immediately shifted, and he laughed in delight.
"Why is there so much Old Pit Copper here!"
In the dark, deathly silent void ahead, specks of coppery light—some crimson, some green—suddenly began to