"Though Chang has not fully attained Dao Da Luo, his methods are beyond anything you can imagine. Wu, do you really think this coffin and the resentment of a few dead people can do anything to Chang? How naive." A cold, emotionless voice came from within the ancient coffin. Terrifying red light battered the pitch-black opening, which had already cracked ajar.
"Don't even think about escaping!" the Martial Ancestor roared. His aura erupted in an instant as he struggled to suppress the coffin. At the same time, tens of thousands of Progenitor Avatars shouted in unison. Pure Dao-source power poured forth, transforming into Great Dao Runes that reinforced the coffin's opening.
The Nine Great Vortexes spun wildly in unison. Terrifying resentment poured out from within them, forming a Supreme Curse that assailed Chang.
What an astounding force—a curse born of tens of thousands of Progenitor Great Beings! Even a powerhouse standing at the Progenitor Extreme Peak, one whom the Profound Gate called a Great Dao Lord, would surely die if struck by such a curse. Only an Eternal Great Luo, utterly transcendent and untouched by karma, could ignore it.
Chang was not truly a Great Luo, after all. Though he had some resistance to the curse, he was still affected, and the red light within the ancient coffin dimmed at once.
Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. At least it showed that Chang was not entirely beyond restraint. He was not invincible; he could be defeated.
Even so, the Progenitors across the Myriad Worlds of the Heavens remained heavy-hearted. The Progenitors' resentment within the Nine Great Vortexes was powerful, but it was ultimately just the lingering thoughts of the Progenitor Great Beings who had fallen to Chang's hand Before Myriad Ages. Rootless as duckweed, it would eventually fade