Plucking the Supreme Treasure

Looking at the old man kneeling before him, Xuan Qing was somewhat taken aback. He had thought an enemy would step forward, yet it turned out to be someone pleading for help.

After all that, no one had even fought him. It had practically been a waste of effort.

Ye Hei looked at the old man on the ground, then at the ten Weird Ancestors. His gaze wavered. Such an outcome was difficult for those who had battled for countless years to accept.

The darkness they had sought to destroy was actually this world's final protection.

"How do you prove that what you said is true?"

Ye Hei stared at the Weird Ancestors, the killing intent in his eyes never diminishing.

If not for them, how could so many powerhouses of this world have thrown themselves into the embrace of the Dark Great Dao? Huang would not have needed to fight for so many years, nor would he have severed the world's River of Time.

"What I say is indeed true. I have not deceived the Dao Venerable or any of you. With the Dao Venerable's strength, one glance will reveal the truth!"

"Clang—!"

As he spoke, the old man flung open the Three Lives Bronze Coffin.

The moment the coffin lid moved, an ancient pressure originating from Above Sacrifice Dao erupted outward. It was not pure darkness; rather, it carried a vast, violent force that seemed intent on suppressing darkness, sweeping across the entire plateau.

Yet what made Xuan Qing, Ye Hei, Huang, and the others' expressions harden even more was—

Inside the bronze coffin, the overwhelming majority of its power was not being used to suppress the darkness.

Instead, it had transformed into a boundless, layered ultimate seal, tightly locking down a mysterious place deep at the bottom