It took a full day and night before another Sage Mark was slowly forced out of the Purple Giant Coffin.
One had to know that Tongtian Saint's mark earlier had taken at most one hour, whereas this Sage Mark had taken an entire day and night.
As everyone waited, they naturally sensed just how powerful this Sage was.
The mark emerged, seemingly shrouded in a mass of White Light. It twisted and writhed, hazy and indistinct, yet possessed an extreme aloofness, lofty and above all else. The moment the mark appeared, the entire Evil Ghost Blood Pool fell silent, as though this aura made all the evil ghosts feel a sense of peace.
"Bang!" The mark exploded apart.
"This... this is Dao Ancestor Hongjun's mark?" Ksitigarbha recognized it at a glance.
After saying this, Ksitigarbha gazed at the Purple Giant Coffin with burning interest. He had only known that the Purple Giant Coffin was extraordinary, but he had never imagined that it would be connected to Hongjun.
Hongjun—the true Number One Under Heaven of that era.
He had been unmatched, with no one able to oppose him. If he had not defied Heaven's mandate, he would have been the strongest person beneath the heavens. No matter what it was, anything connected to Hongjun was absolutely no ordinary object.
"Hongjun?" Zhong Shan raised an eyebrow.
"Could this coffin have been forged by Hongjun?" NanGong Sheng asked doubtfully.
Forged by Hongjun? Ksitigarbha once again examined the coffin in minute detail.
At that moment, Corpse Mister cast another spell and summoned the Purple Giant Coffin back.
Several zombies carried it back to the palace from earlier, giving Ksitigarbha no chance to inspect it closely.
Ksitigarbha wanted to look, but Corpse Mister's meaning was obvious, so he did not press the matter. Even so,