Screee! A sharp, grating sound accompanied Wang Siyuan's words from inside the Bronze Coffin. It was even more skin-crawling, teeth-grinding, and uncomfortable than the sound Meng Qi had once heard of fingernails scraping a blackboard. It even felt as though something were clawing at his heart.
That was just to help you get used to it... Meng Qi fixed his gaze on the coffin of the Founding Ancestor of the Wang Clan. It seemed to tremble slightly, but the force was dispersed by the nine purple-black chains and channeled deep into the earth, making the entire grotto-heaven seem to quake.
Did this mean similar things happened often, day after day, for countless ages?
Had the Wang Clan's ancestor truly suffered something terrible before his death, transforming into a horrifying monster?
And if something like this could happen to a Great Power of at least Legendary rank, then the matter's level was likely that of the Other Shore, wasn't it?
His Spiritual Platform cleared, and his heart lake grew calm once more. Meng Qi took the opportunity to ask, "What exactly is buried inside?"
Wang Siyuan coughed twice and spat out a mouthful of blood. It was no longer bright red, but tinged purple-black. It splattered across the ground, a ghastly sight that fit this place and time all too well.
"Every ancestor who achieved Dharmakaya and passed away would let out a similar scream before dying. Then, seven days after death, they would rise again as monsters calling themselves 'Heavenly Dao.'" After spitting out the tainted blood, Wang Siyuan seemed to speak more smoothly. "The only stroke of luck was that the first to pass away wasn't the First Ancestor. With the experience of those who came before, he was fully prepared. If he failed to resist, the Primordial Soul