411. Sword Points to the Undying

In the central divine land, an ancient palace forged from five-colored divine jade hung high in the nine heavens.

Qi Luo kept his head lowered as he followed behind an attendant disciple, climbing the ninety-nine steps of the heavenly stairway before pushing open the doors of the ancient palace.

Deep within, three terrifying figures brimming with Dao charm sat silently like statues. They seemed to have existed since time immemorial, receiving the worship of countless living beings and endless offerings of incense.

Below the three Saints lay a vermilion ancient coffin covered in green fur.

The three Saints seated in the void silently recited ancient scriptures, using supreme magical power day and night to continuously cleanse the ancient coffin overflowing with an extremely evil aura, gradually eroding its baleful force.

Having suffered several losses before, Qi Luo did not dare carelessly activate the pupil technique in his right eye this time. Yet his terrifying half-Saint perception told him that some supreme being who reigned over the world seemed to be slumbering within.

Faintly, weak imperial laws stirred.

The old assassin leader's caution saved his life. Otherwise, a single glimpse would have meant death.

"Supreme imperial aura is spreading out. Could a living human Supreme be sleeping within that coffin? Does Merak truly possess such terrifying foundations?"

"As expected of one of the main forces that crushed my Ancient Heavenly Court back then..."

Thinking of a certain possibility, Qi Luo sucked in a cold breath.

"Three Saints, this subordinate has come to return the two sacred relics."

Sensing gazes falling upon him, Qi Luo immediately lowered his head further and restrained his wandering thoughts. He promptly presented the Book of Time and the golden scepter with both hands.

According to the agreement, the two sacred relics only nominally belonged to the