The Blood-Red Giant Coffin

"Ah—!"

A shrill scream rang through the starry sky. Taishang's golden giant form exploded beneath Xing Tian's mighty axe blow, scattering golden flesh and blood in every direction.

A wisp of his surviving soul tried to slip into the void amid the chaos. Xing Tian reacted instantly, reaching out to seize it. An invisible force locked down the void and trapped the trembling soul in his palm, leaving it no chance to escape.

The captive soul shook violently. All its former arrogance had vanished, leaving only terror that reached its very core.

Just then, a shadowy figure appeared at the edge of the starry sky. Cloaked in an unfathomable aura, it stood motionless in the dark.

"Hiss... Why has he shown up here?" The Gravekeeper's eyes narrowed as he watched from afar, his gaze fixed on the unexpected figure.

Chen Nan stiffened too. Wariness surged through him, and he murmured, "The Chen Family's Distant Ancestor..."

It was indeed the Chen Family's Distant Ancestor, who had vanished during the catastrophe that destroyed the Six Realms.

His sudden appearance put Chen Nan on edge.

The Chen Family patriarch had once tried to sacrifice their branch of the family to revive the Distant Ancestor. It might not have been the Distant Ancestor's wish, but the threat had never left Chen Nan's mind. He dared not let down his guard.

The Distant Ancestor stood silently in the void. After sensing that Taishang had fallen and his aura had faded completely, a trace of confusion and emptiness crossed his eyes, as though he had lost the purpose of his visit. He lingered briefly, then turned and disappeared into the dark void.

"Little one, it's over. Taishang is gone. We should leave for the Heaven-Connecting Road." The Ancestral Witches' voices broke the silence.

Xing Tian had