Confused or not, he still had coffin lids to pry open.
He took a deep breath, pressed his hand against the lid of one wooden box, and shoved hard!
It did not budge.
Refusing to believe it, Dai Yunze rolled up his sleeves, gathered his soul power, and pushed again!
Not an inch!
Tch, this really makes no sense.
Dai Yunze scratched the back of his head, then looked at the other wooden box. He walked over and gave it a hard shove, but it still would not move.
Why? These wooden boxes practically reek of shoddy workmanship. At full strength, I can exert over a thousand jin of force, at the very least. How come I can't even push a lid open?
Or perhaps...
He hesitated for a moment, then placed one hand on each lid and pushed both at once!
They moved!
But Dai Yunze jerked his hands back as though he had suddenly touched scalding water. It was not that the coffin lids had actually become hot. Rather, the instant he moved them, an unimaginable impact struck him, nearly scattering his consciousness. He had let go on instinct.
It seemed his method was correct. He just needed to keep his consciousness stable against the impact produced while pushing the coffin lids.
How can I smash all these at once—ah, wrong script. How can I protect my consciousness from being scattered?
Dai Yunze thought for a while, then suddenly realized that he really had no effective means of protecting his consciousness, despite being a soul master with a mental attribute.
Even his mental power, far stronger than that of other soul masters at his level, could not preserve his consciousness against the impact of the mysterious force that came with pushing the coffin lids.
What was he supposed