Looking at the coffin before him, a strange thought rose in Ye Lin's heart.
After pondering it again and again, Ye Lin gave the coffin a deep bow before slowly opening the lid.
Inside lay an extraordinarily beautiful woman. Her features were like those of a celestial fairy, and she wore a red robe. Her skin was flawless, making her look like a living person.
Yet the deathly aura coiling around her made it clear that she had been dead for a long time.
Looking at the corpse before him, Ye Lin showed no sign of surprise.
After all, once one's cultivation reached the Spirit Transformation realm, the body could remain uncorrupted for ten thousand years.
Ye Lin swept his gaze over the interior but found nothing. In the end, he slowly closed the coffin lid.
Once the coffin had been fully shut, Ye Lin turned and left.
As he left, Ye Lin did not forget to take the white pearl with him.
After walking some distance away, alarm bells blared in Ye Lin's heart. Without thinking further, he threw himself forward.
In that instant, a tremendous crash rang out from the coffin behind Ye Lin. The lid shot high into the air before slamming heavily into the ground some distance away from him.
The coffin, which had been utterly still moments ago, was now wreathed in an immensely dense black aura. The black energy carried an ominous, eerie air.
"This..."
Ye Lin edged backward step by step, his expression shifting uncertainly. What exactly was going on?
A figure slowly rose from within the coffin. The corpse from before now stood atop it, her entire body shrouded in black aura. Black vapor continuously poured from the woman's nose, mouth, ears, and eyes.
Suddenly, the woman's eyes flew open. Her eyes