Venerable Primordial stared at the Nine Heavens Divine Dragons, who were basking in Bixiao's strokes on their heads, and was utterly speechless.
Could it be that Ye Changqing's words hadn't been the ravings of a dying man?
But he immediately dismissed the thought himself.
The reason was simple: if Ye Changqing had been that capable, he wouldn't have died.
He carefully sensed Ye Changqing's aura and confirmed beyond doubt that he was dead.
Then how was he supposed to explain what he was seeing?
Nine Divine Dragons comparable to Sages, and the chilling Bronze Coffin...
Ever since witnessing Heaven weep blood, the ten thousand members of the Interception Sect had put their grief aside.
Since Senior Disciple Brother's words were coming true one by one, there would surely come a day when he returned to the Primordial World.
For now, they were more curious about the Nine Divine Dragons and the Primordial Chaos Burying Heaven Coffin before them.
But the Nine Divine Dragons acted like a bunch of lechers, allowing only the female immortals of the Interception Sect to stroke them.
If any male immortal from the Interception Sect dared to approach, their sharp teeth taught them what cruelty meant.
The Primordial Chaos Burying Heaven Coffin continued to open, though at an exceedingly slow pace.
Its earlier violent aura had vanished, but they still couldn't see what lay within.
"Master, that Hongmeng Purple Qi..."
Daoist Duobao spoke up to remind him.
He wasn't the only one. Every disciple of the Interception Sect turned their gaze toward Sect Master Tongtian.
"Changqing was never a stingy person!"
Sect Master Tongtian offered nothing more than that simple remark.
Daoist Duobao shuddered. That was right—Senior Disciple Brother wasn't that kind of person.
Just think of the Enlightenment Tea, the Chaos Formation Compendium, and the