In the end, unable to figure it out, Ye Lin stopped thinking about it. He shifted his steps and walked straight toward the Bronze Coffin ahead.
Some things were no good to overthink. If he could not make sense of them, he would simply stop trying.
Arriving before the Bronze Coffin, Ye Lin sensed a heavy, profound aura emanating from it.
It was the aura of history.
Heavy, eternal, ancient, desolate.
Ye Lin placed his hand on the coffin and began to push, but no matter how much force he used, he could not shake it in the slightest.
"Hm?"
Ye Lin knocked on the coffin before him. Mm, it was empty inside. He had not found the wrong one.
In the end, Ye Lin continued pushing with all his strength, yet no matter how hard he tried, the coffin remained utterly motionless.
That finally roused Ye Lin's temper. Blood Baleful aura surged over his right hand, and he threw out a palm strike.
With a muffled groan, Ye Lin felt an incomparably powerful recoil travel up his arm and spread throughout his entire body.
For a moment, Ye Lin was forced to stagger backward again and again.
"What the hell is this?"
Ye Lin grumbled. What kind of coffin was this? It was actually this sturdy.
That palm strike of his could have easily reduced even a great star to dust, yet now he could not even open a coffin?
This was beyond absurd.
Ye Lin steadied himself and stepped forward, running his hand along the coffin. Around the top of it, he felt a faint seam. A seam meant the coffin was not cast in one piece.
But why could it not be opened?
"What a fascinating coffin! The patterns on its surface are so pretty."
Luo Yao