Four directions were filled with evil ghosts and divine statues. In the eerie silence of the tomb chamber, an ancient bronze coffin hung suspended in the air.
"Who dares trespass in the tomb chamber?"
A voice brimming with authority rang out.
Prince Lanling held the Imperial Seal of the Great Feng Dynasty and slowly walked inside. "For countless years, whenever an expert of my clan neared the end of his lifespan, he would enter this place and pour his cultivation into the Great Feng Dragon Jade... You are the collection of the ancestors' lingering wills—the soul of the Great Feng Dragon Jade?"
"Lan Clan bloodline, Imperial Seal—you are the inheritor!"
Prince Lanling walked directly beneath the bronze coffin and looked up. "Is this the coffin of First Generation Emperor Lan?... Great Feng Dragon Jade, please lend me the power of First Generation Emperor Lan!"
The voice rang out again. "Your cultivation is too low. You cannot control the Great Feng Dragon Jade. Come back after a hundred years!"
"No. I can't wait." A look of determination flashed through Prince Lanling's eyes. He instantly raised the Imperial Seal high, intending to seize it by force!
A vast amount of dynastic fortune was awakened by the Lan Clan bloodline. It surged out of the Imperial Seal and poured directly into the suspended bronze coffin.
Prince Lanling's eyes were filled with anticipation.
"What is happening?"
He was instantly stunned. The Golden Dragon of Fortune formed from the dynastic fortune merely coiled around the coffin; it did not pour into it... He instinctively urged the Imperial Seal frantically, but at that moment, the Imperial Seal suddenly broke free from his grasp and flew away!
"Rebellious son! Stop!"
"Father..."
Prince Lanling's expression changed drastically. His whole body trembled as he instinctively turned around, only to