His figure was concealed beneath a voluminous cloak, its hood obscuring his face. Step by step, he followed the path Lin Chuan had taken earlier, heading toward the bronze coffin.
Time trickled by like fine sand through an hourglass. The entire Beauty Tomb was deathly quiet. Nothing appeared, and no one impeded the white-robed cultivator's progress.
Before long, the white-robed cultivator arrived before the enormous bronze coffin. His gaze swept over the Myriad Spirits Blood Pool below. As though sensing his gaze, the endless blood within began to churn violently, as if boiling. Thick blood mist rose from the pool and spread throughout the underground space.
"If not for that calamity all those years ago, how could something like the Myriad Spirits Blood Pool have appeared in this world? What it contains is the blood and tears of the cultivation world..." the white-robed cultivator murmured softly as he watched the scarlet pool boil.
After his words fell, he raised his eyes to look at the bronze coffin floating above the Myriad Spirits Blood Pool.
Unlike when Lin Chuan had come before, this massive coffin now emitted a faint, eerie black glow. An aura capable of destroying heaven and earth permeated from it, yet remained confined to the underground space without spreading beyond it.
"Ancient immortal artifacts truly are far more powerful than those of later generations..."
The white-robed cultivator stared at the bronze coffin and muttered to himself.
"You came here just to say such pointless things?"
An indifferent voice came from within the coffin. The surrounding blood-colored mist began to gather, quickly forming the figure of a blood-red young girl.
"Of course not. I came to remove your seal," the white-robed cultivator said lightly.
"Has the plan already progressed this far?" The girl's spirit form frowned slightly.
"More or