The coffin fell silent, not a crow dared make a sound.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" that voice asked eerily.
Qing Xuan's voice was hoarse. Trembling, he said, "Everyone, we're already undying, our bodies equal to the Great Dao. There's no need to fear ghosts."
As he spoke, he felt chill after chill travel across the back of his neck, as though something were breathing against it.
The Holy Venerable sneered. "I've never feared ghosts. Ghosts are the ones who fear people!"
Daoist Wukong said, "The Buddha once said that he and I were fated to meet, so I should certainly be able to suppress evil spirits..."
At that point, he suddenly could no longer hear the others' voices. He could not even sense the Great Dao within his body. His heart lurched. "A Dao Master!"
But immediately, a vicious aura surged from his heart. "So what if it's a Dao Master? Even if you've risen from the dead, I'll beat you to death!"
Although his Tai Shang Dao could no longer operate, the martial arts he had honed over the years remained, and his physical body was still peerlessly powerful.
A murderous aura spread through the tiny coffin, making everyone feel as though they had fallen into an icy pit. The Holy Venerable, Qing Xuan, and Shi Tianyang all sensed that they could no longer use their own Great Daos.
The situation was extremely unfavorable for them.
Only Xu Ying was unaffected.
His martial arts had already unified every Great Dao beyond the Wuji Great Dao. Martial arts were not affected by a Dao Master; only the Wuji Great Dao had been suppressed.
"I need blood and flesh. I also need the bones of the Great Dao to awaken myself and the Great Dao that has already died with