Di Chen's heart was itching with impatience, yet he waited quietly for Xu Ying to announce the result. Su Hongyu, Lord Huai'an, and the others also watched Xu Ying nervously.
Although they believed that Di Zhao would absolutely never harvest the Primordial Immortal Emperors of later generations, both Xu Ying and Di Chen—two supreme experts—had voiced the same suspicion. They could not help but wonder.
Xu Ying wore a smile and said leisurely, "Your Majesty, why not take a look for yourself and dispel your inner demon?"
Di Chen snorted coldly. "I know the coffin is empty. There is no Di Zhao inside! Whether I look or not makes no difference."
Still smiling, Xu Ying raised his hand to close the coffin lid. Suddenly, Di Chen's voice came from behind him. "Wait!"
Xu Ying stopped. Di Chen stepped forward, hesitated for a moment, then stood on tiptoe and leaned over to look into the Jade Coffin.
Inside the Jade Coffin lay a "person," with clothes, ornaments, a jade crown, and shoes—all perfectly complete, except that there was no person.
Yet those clothes, ornaments, jade crown, and shoes seemed to be worn neatly by someone. It was simply that this person could not be seen!
Moreover, the aura emanating from the clothing was exactly the same as the aura they had sensed earlier—only even more powerful!
They clearly saw that there was no one inside the clothes, yet they sensed the aura of a Primordial Immortal Emperor.
Seeing this, Di Chen felt as though something supporting his beliefs were collapsing inside him—like the heavens caving in, like a tsunami. At the same time, though, he felt a rush of exhilarated relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
"Di Zhao, heh heh. Though you're heartless and shameless, most of the