The demonic mist churned, pitch-black and utterly lightless. The aura of a Great Terror swirled through it. Inside the enormous yellow coffin, there seemed to be an ancient fiend from primeval times, a terrifying Evil Ghost. An exceptionally dreadful aura seeped through the cracks in the coffin.
With a crash, a savage wave of Killing Qi erupted from the ten-thousand-zhang abyss, as if it would turn Heaven and Earth upside down. The entire Yellow Mud Coffin suddenly surged upward, swallowing the boundless currents of chaos. Black Demonic Qi enveloped the coffin and ground away at its restrictions.
Clang!
The coffin seemed to be suppressed by an immense force, then was suddenly dragged back toward the bottom of the valley. There, disorderly rocks formed what looked like a strange formation, while countless rays of yellow light spiraled into a peculiar vortex, sealing the coffin in place. Strange colors rippled through the rough coffin walls as the yellow mud flowed, and unusual symbols shimmered across them, slowly absorbing all the Demonic Qi.
Daoist Hunyuan looked at the sealed coffin, his heart heavy with worry. Although it was temporarily restrained, the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth had run dry. He feared that next time, the coffin would break free of its restrictions.
Just then, a voice transmitted through Spiritual Sense into Daoist Hunyuan's sea of consciousness. "Daoist Ziyang, you've arrived. Otherwise, I couldn't have kept this Great Demon suppressed. A calamity might have befallen us."
Daoist Hunyuan was shocked. "Your aura seems to be Yellow Stone's. How did you become so weak?"
Yellow Stone Daoist said, "Back then, we came together from Penglai Immortal Island in the Immortal Realm to the Mortal Realm. I had no desire to compete for power, so I traveled across Earth, studying the lay of the mountains