Something strange happened!
The thousand-pound gilded coffin actually began turning clockwise at Hua Qiang's will, like an obedient child.
"Crack, crack." The coffin scraped against the ground with dull sounds. With every rotation, a faint golden gleam lit up in the hieroglyphs on the stone walls.
After three turns, the coffin stopped, and the golden light faded with it.
Then Hua Qiang waved his hand again, and the coffin began rotating counterclockwise, also for three turns.
This repeated over and over—three clockwise turns, three counterclockwise turns—for a total of nine cycles.
The instant the ninth rotation ended, a crisp "Crack—" sounded from beneath the coffin, as though some mechanism had been triggered.
The stone door everyone had closed when leaving had somehow silently opened. The air in the Pharaoh's chamber began to circulate, forming a faint current.
The enormous gilded coffin slowly floated upward, rising roughly two meters from the ground and revealing a pitch-black hole beneath it, bottomless to the eye.
An ancient, mysterious aura gushed from the hole, mixed with the smell of earth and decay.
Hua Qiang stared at the opening, a sharp glint flashing through his eyes. A warm, milky-white spiritual glow gathered in his palm, and as his fingertips swept through the air, six translucent barriers rose like bubbles, precisely enveloping everyone.
The Spirit Qi shield was as thin as a cicada's wing, yet it shone with the warm luster of jade. The spiritual light flowing across its surface rose and fell like breathing, gently wrapping around them.
"This shield can withstand attacks from monsters below the ninth tier. But if we encounter swarm-dwelling creatures, remember not to leave the group."
His gaze swept over everyone before finally settling on her. In an even tone, he said, "Your cultivation is still shallow. Stay behind me