Coffin (1/3)

Zhou Heng, the other two, and the donkey looked at one another, then quickened their pace and headed forward.

Could that coffin be where Yuwen Jian had been laid to rest?

If that was truly the case, he was far too imposing—building his own tomb on such a grand scale! Those eight chains alone could probably bankrupt any Creation Emperor!

Buzz!

An incomparably heavy pressure swept over them, bringing Hu Mei and the others to an abrupt halt. Only Zhou Heng remained unaffected, yet he did not immediately move forward. Like Black Donkey and the rest, he stopped and watched.

Because he could sense an incomparably terrifying killing intent hidden within that crystal coffin, instinctively filling him with an absolute unwillingness to approach it.

"Is Yuwen Jian's corpse inside, along with the inheritance of his Dragon Transformation Nine Slashes?" Black Donkey drooled, red stars practically appearing in its eyes.

Though it was a crystal coffin, it was not transparent. They could vaguely make out what seemed to be a person lying within, but they could not discern the slightest detail of their appearance.

"Brat Zhou, go!" Black Donkey gave Zhou Heng a shove. "He's been dead for several million years already. What's there to fear?"

That was true. Even a Creation ** could not withstand the passage of three million years. No matter how powerful an existence was, it would rot away with the years. Yet Zhou Heng could not shake the feeling that a heaven-devouring ferocious beast lay hidden in the coffin, brimming with danger!

After thinking it over, he ultimately strode forward and arrived before the crystal coffin, examining it carefully.

The coffin was likewise engraved with countless array patterns, woven into incomparably intricate designs. Yet not a shred of light glimmered from them; they looked utterly ordinary.