Regardless of Luo Yao's strange abilities, Ye Lin stepped forward to examine the coffin before him.
Inside lay a peerless beauty, her features exquisite, dressed in a white gown. Beside her rested a snow-white long sword.
Her eyes were closed as though she were a sleeping beauty, but regrettably, there was not a trace of life about her.
Beside her head lay a Jade Talisman, its surface wreathed in faint glimmers of light.
Ye Lin reached out and took the Jade Talisman in hand. Staring at it, he stood rooted to the spot, hesitating.
By all rights, the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Sword Art should be contained within this Jade Talisman. Yet Ye Lin hesitated.
Possession and rebirth—those were the first four words that came to Ye Lin's mind.
They were four words he was all too familiar with.
Ye Lin feared that this Jade Talisman contained some contingency left behind by the woman. He knew neither her identity nor her cultivation. What if she had been a Taiyi Mysterious Immortal, or even a mighty Golden Immortal, in life? The moment he activated the Jade Talisman, it would all be over.
Even a wisp of consciousness from a Taiyi Mysterious Immortal was not something Ye Lin could withstand.
"Wow, this big sister is so pretty."
Luo Yao leaned over the coffin, her face full of amazement, her little feet swinging back and forth beside it.
"Forget it. If a man dies, his bird points to the heavens—could this really stump me?"
In the end, Ye Lin gritted his teeth, pressed the Jade Talisman to his forehead, and sent his divine sense into it.
In an instant, an immense flood of memories surged into Ye Lin's mind. His vision went black, and his body fell stiffly to the ground.
"Ye Lin!