Blood Coffin

The Slaughter Dungeon had descended? Zhang Yuanqing was delighted. This meant the Spirit Realm malfunction had been dealt with, and the evil faction's scheme had failed once again.

The lawful demigods were pretty capable after all! Unhurriedly, Zhang Yuanqing opened his status panel and used the Phantom God's Heart's ability to change the ID "Yuanshi Tianzun" to "Moral Heavenly Venerable."

Before the countdown ended, he walked over to the table, picked up his phone, and typed a message in the group chat:

[Ju Mang: The Spirit Realm malfunction has been fixed. The Slaughter Dungeon has begun as scheduled.]

The moment he sent the message, the scene before his eyes abruptly blurred, rippling with wave-like distortions.

The next second, the world regained its clarity. Zhang Yuanqing turned his head and surveyed his surroundings.

This was a gigantic museum brimming with a modern atmosphere. Its ceiling was roughly fifty meters high, and enormous xenon lamps shone upon the black-tiled floor, making the vast space as bright as day.

A museum should not have a ceiling as high as the Great Hall of the People, yet this truly was a museum. Glass display cases stood in neat rows, spaced ten meters apart, stretching beyond sight in either direction.

In the display case nearest to him sat a pitch-black wooden round box. Its surface was ancient and dim, painted with colorful phoenixes in red pigment.

Behind Zhang Yuanqing stood a tall metal security door. Beside it was a map board half a person tall, similar to those found in subway stations and shopping malls.

Just as he was about to step forward to inspect it, the Spirit Realm's notification sounded in his ear:

``` [Ding! Number of participants in this Slaughter Dungeon: 41]

[Initial points per participant: 1]

[Hunt Spirit Realm Walkers within the