Zhang Yuanqing instinctively wanted to use Spirit Devour to observe the yin energy, but then he remembered that Lin Ci had been quite fearful of Chen Bloodblade, always speaking respectfully and never daring to show the slightest negligence.
So he imitated Lin Ci and bowed in reply:
"Yes, Foster Father!"
Based on his extensive dungeon experience, since the Spirit Realm had given him the identity of "Lin Ci," there had to be a reason for it. The Spirit Realm never did anything meaningless.
The higher the dungeon's difficulty, the more cautiously and meticulously a Spirit Realm Walker needed to act.
They had only just entered the dungeon. Its core mechanics, dangers, enemies—everything remained unknown. It was best to maintain Lin Ci's identity for now, proceed step by step, and observe patiently.
After replying to Chen Bloodblade, blackness welled up in Zhang Yuanqing's eyes. He immediately looked toward the coffin. In the Night Wanderer's unique vision, the divine radiance of the Spirit Talismans covering the coffin had withdrawn inward. The Yellow Paper Talismans gave off a faint golden glow, while the purple talismans exuded wisps of baleful energy.
The purple was clearly stronger, while the yellow was weaker.
Strange. The yellow paper was meant to suppress corpses and seal spirits, while the purple talismans nurtured baleful energy and nourished yin. Why had both been placed on the coffin?
Moreover, the spiritual essence of the yellow talismans was clearly weaker than that of the purple ones. Within six days, they would fail completely, and the sealing formation on the coffin lid would lose its balance. Zhang Yuanqing shifted his gaze and stared at the coffin.
His gaze gradually penetrated the seal of the Spirit Talismans, and he saw a mass of yin energy so dense it made one's heart tremble, lying quietly