The Skull in the Coffin

The entire Small World was shrouded in gray, thick with deathly aura—gloomy and despairing.

Jiang Ping An was bound by chains, unable to move. He stared at the Crystal Coffin ahead in shock and terror.

The stark white skeletal hand resting atop the Crystal Coffin seemed capable of destroying everything.

Jiang Ping An was so tense he could barely breathe, as though some great horror was about to emerge from within.

Then, a Skull Head slowly poked out from the Crystal Coffin.

Its pitch-black eye sockets resembled the abyss of the Nine Netherworlds. With just one glance, Jiang Ping An's soul nearly shattered and his heart almost stopped beating.

This terrifying power had already surpassed his comprehension. He had no idea what level of existence this was.

"My... my home... I want to go home..."

A low, grief-filled voice rang out. With those few words alone, the laws of heaven and earth were affected, as though they had begun to whimper. Jiang Ping An's emotions were affected as well, filling his heart with longing and attachment for home. Tears streamed down his face beyond his control.

Jiang Ping An desperately restrained his emotions. This skeleton's strength had to have reached an unimaginable level; a single sentence could influence both the laws of heaven and earth and the emotions of others.

"Senior... senior, I... I'll let you out. You can go home yourself. I'll give you these hundred-odd thousand Immortal Crystals as travel expenses, and if you want these two immortal artifacts, you can have them too."

Jiang Ping An did his best to make his voice sound gentle. The last time he had tried this hard to be gentle was when his daughter had just been born.

To stay alive, he did not even want the immortal artifacts anymore. He