"Why don't you let me try?"
Seeing Ye Tian like this, Qian Hong thought he had suffered a blow and volunteered to step forward.
But Ye Tian silently retreated. He was now pondering how to open this coffin. If he could not even open this, then Heaven truly meant to cut off his path.
"If what lies buried inside really is the Heavenly Dao, then this thing is naturally extraordinary. Something used to bury the Heavenly Dao—do you think you could open it even at the height of your strength?"
Shen's voice reminded him.
Ye Tian had naturally considered that as well, which was why his brows were tightly furrowed. He did not know how to properly open the coffin.
"This coffin looks ordinary. Even its color is ordinary—pitch-black all over. Only those patterns are rather unusual."
Shen said.
Following his words, Ye Tian shifted his gaze to the few Taiji patterns on the coffin.
"The black and white within Taiji symbolize yin and yang. There is yang within yin, and yin within yang. It is the so-called cycle of the Heavenly Dao, the so-called cycle of cause and effect."
Ye Tian said, when a flash of inspiration suddenly struck his mind.
"In other words, softness overcoming hardness!"
The instant that thought arose, it seemed to ignite his inspiration.
Since the Taiji patterns were all imprinted on the corners and edges of the coffins, they were very likely not decorations, but seals.
If the entwining of yin and yang was regarded as a knot, then returning yin to yin and yang to yang to untie that knot—would that open the coffin?
Once this thought appeared in Ye Tian's mind, he could no longer suppress it.
"Let me try again."
He said this to Qian Hong, who was preparing to act.