Chen Mo stood on Azure Dragon's back, looking at the woman in red inside the coffin. Yet he felt a faint sense of familiarity.
This puzzled him. Before he began cultivating, he had merely been an ordinary person. How could he possibly have any connection to this old woman, who had lain sleeping for at least several thousand years?
What was more, that feeling of closeness kept growing, leaving him momentarily dazed. He had no idea what the problem was.
Could the woman in the coffin be related to his ancestors by blood?
But the more he thought about it, the more wrong it seemed. How could that be possible? Then where did this feeling of familiarity come from?
That deep roar from earlier did not seem to have come from the person in the coffin. The soft moan just now, however, had been her voice.
That moan immediately put everyone on guard. Even Chen Mo was no exception. Since he could not use his Spiritual Sense to examine the person in the coffin, he naturally had to be more careful.
After the moan, the person in the coffin wearing a golden mask slowly extended a hand. As they spread both arms, the upright coffin slowly toppled over.
The woman from the coffin floated upright in the air, her arms held level. Her head gradually tilted toward the ceiling as she remained standing in that posture.
The entire space fell silent, and all eyes focused on the woman from the coffin.
At last, after the woman from the coffin let out a long sigh, she slowly returned to a normal standing posture. Her slender jade-like hand brushed the golden mask over her face, and the mask instantly retracted into the Phoenix Glow Crown on her head.
In an instant, a