Li Pingsheng knelt in the mud, his heart suddenly clenching so hard it hurt like hell.
Something was wrong.
This wasn't an illusion.
He abruptly opened his eyes.
The iron coffin was pitch-black inside.
The iron plate above his head creaked.
The coffin lid slid open.
A cold wind carrying the stench of blood poured in.
Li Pingsheng sat up from the "Sorrow" coffin.
His clothes were soaked through with cold sweat, clinging to his flesh.
The heart-rending pain in his chest had yet to fade.
Three days.
Only three days.
If he failed to get the jade, Yunmei shattering into motes of light would truly happen.
He stepped out of the iron coffin, his feet landing on the icy bluestone slabs.
Mud water clung to his soles, making soft splatting sounds as he walked.
Across from him.
Old Wu sat cross-legged atop a black iron coffin.
His gaunt body was wrapped in a loose black robe.
The gray mist in his eye sockets churned without pause.
"Hehe, you saw it?"
His voice was like a broken gong, grating and unpleasant.
"I didn't make you enter it to get trapped. I made you see clearly."
The gray mist in Old Wu's eye sockets swirled faster.
He remained perfectly still atop the black iron coffin.
Yet his gaze was even more terrifying than before.
Li Pingsheng could feel it.
After breaking through six coffins in a row, the way this old thing looked at him had changed.
A fine seedling.
Old Wu's bony fingers tapped the iron coffin beneath him.
"I've guarded this jade for thirty years."
"What I've been waiting for is someone ruthless enough, with an obsession deep enough."
To the right.
Shi Yan stared at Li Pingsheng with murderous intensity.
A layer of black-red demonic aura shrouded his