A corpse coffin, as the name implied, was made by taking a human corpse and using special methods to turn it, while still alive, into a coffin. It would then be placed in a place of utmost yin, leaving the soul within unable to live, yet unable to die.
After a hundred years, it became a white coffin. It would attack anyone who touched it, dragging them into the coffin to experience its suffering once over.
After a thousand years, it became a Black Coffin, its resentment rising to another level, having buried more than ten thousand people.
At that point, its abilities were formidable. Everything within several miles lay within its Net; once the coffin opened, someone would be packed inside and meet a miserable end.
That was already terrifying enough. Blood coffins were rare, after all. These things were far too vile and filthy—the more years they accumulated, and the more people they killed, the greater their power became.
Once a Black Coffin surpassed a certain age, even burying immortals would not be a problem.
Therefore, whenever such a coffin appeared, it would immediately be detected, and people would come to clear it away and destroy it.
Thus, a coffin evolving from black to red was the limit. Yet what stood before the two treasures now was a red coffin—a blood-red coffin. The resentment upon it weighed heavily on them both. That hatred had already surpassed ordinary thoughts; it could stand shoulder to shoulder with evil itself.
This coffin was nearly at the Great Luo realm. Once it broke through, just how terrifying would it become?
Moreover, the material of this coffin was highly unusual. They could smell drought upon it—this should be the aura of Ba.
Could this coffin have been fashioned from the corpse of Heavenly