At the center of the Fengming Star Domain lay the Fengming Clan Ancestral Land.
There were divine mountains and colossal peaks thrusting up from the ground, with countless palaces floating halfway up the sky. From afar, the sight was filled with auspicious qi and rays of rosy light.
But.
Although the Fengming Clan had already declined and occupied only barren lands, this place ultimately belonged to the prosperous source of the Mother River. No matter what, it was far better than the upstream regions.
Yet deep within that enormous divine mountain was an entirely different scene.
This place lay beneath the earth veins. There were no spirit veins, no immortal radiance, and no Heavenly Treasures. There was only utter desolation. The space was dim, as though even time itself could not flow here.
The only thing here was an enormous dark coffin standing silently. Countless ancient taboo runes were carved across its surface, exuding a fierce and savage aura, as though sealed within the coffin was a terrifying existence beyond imagination.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
At some unknown point, the coffin stirred. The lid slowly shifted outward, gradually opening a narrow gap.
Pfft!
Then, an aura of death rotten to the extreme spread from within, filling the entire space.
A hand slowly reached out through the gap in the coffin.
The hand was withered to an extreme, nothing but skin stretched over bones. Its fingers were gnarled, its skin a dark black, while its nails gleamed a dusky blue-green, resembling the branches of a dead tree.
"Crack! Crack!"
Slowly, ever so slowly, the hand braced itself against the coffin's edge.
After a while, a dried corpse, shriveled all over and shaped like a skeleton, actually crawled out of the dark coffin.
The corpse's body was hunched, without the slightest trace of