Just as Ye Lin was about to examine the coffin, the entire ground began to tremble. Even space itself quivered.
Ye Lin frowned and turned to look at the coffin. At that moment, a tiny crack suddenly appeared in the previously tranquil coffin, and an incomparably withered hand abruptly reached out through the gap.
The hand gripped the coffin, and the entire coffin began to shake violently. As the tremors of the coffin intensified, the trembling of the entire barrier also grew stronger.
As though the two were somehow connected.
"Who is it that disturbs my slumber?"
An aged voice resounded throughout the barrier, carrying wave after wave of terrifying spiritual fluctuations.
Yet those spiritual fluctuations had no effect whatsoever on Ye Lin. His spiritual power was now astonishingly formidable, nearly twice as strong as that of cultivators at the same level.
One had to know that in the Immortal Realm, each step was a whole new heaven. What did it mean to be twice as strong as those of the same level? It meant that the spiritual attacks of cultivators at the same level were practically useless against Ye Lin.
At this moment, the coffin slowly opened, and a figure so shriveled it could not possibly be more shriveled sat up. Its entire body was skin stretched over bones, its eye sockets deeply sunken, making it look exactly like a corpse.
"How long have I slept? A human? Tell me, what era is this now?"
The shriveled figure twisted its head, producing a series of crisp cracks. Ye Lin felt that in the next instant, this fellow might twist its own head clean off.
Ye Lin's expression turned grave upon hearing the question.
There were no humans in the Heavenly Demon Great World. This had long since been proven;