The Collapsing Immortal Mansion (Part 2)

The Nine-Mystic Construction Coffin's decayed, dark-red hue carried the aura of time. The moment it appeared, it drew Crown Prince Hai's attention. What surprised him was that, with his discernment and strength, he could not identify its origin.

The coffin lid slowly floated up, and the coffin stood upright. Southern Dipper Ling Hong stepped out from within at an unhurried pace. The cultivation of the mid-Nascent Soul stage rippled outward, erupting with dazzling power of light.

Crown Prince Hai's gaze moved between Southern Dipper and Deva Path for a moment before his expression suddenly changed!

He had thought the Bright God Sect's sect master looked somewhat familiar before. Now that he saw Southern Dipper Ling Hong of Akatsuki again, he finally understood where that familiarity came from.

"So that's how it is! So that's how it is... The Dragon-Trapping Ascension Formation in the Immortal Mansion did not revive Azure Dragon, but Southern Dipper... So you've been laying out such an enormous game..." Crown Prince Hai's expression was icy as his bloodshot eyes fixed tightly on the three people opposite him.

"You've finally emerged from seclusion!" Lin Chuan said as he looked at Southern Dipper, ignoring Crown Prince Hai.

"It took a little longer than expected, but the results are not bad. At the very least, my strength has improved considerably!" Ling Hong said.

"What are you planning to do?" Lin Chuan asked.

He could not quite tell what Ling Hong and Ling Hui intended to do. As far as he was concerned, the Immortal Mansion had already collapsed, and Crown Prince Hai, though holding the World Suppressing Disk, could no longer unleash this immortal artifact's most terrifying power. He only needed to find an opportunity to leave. Yet judging from Ling Hong's reaction, their objective was clearly far from simple.