"What a hard coffin. I wonder what it's made of."
Tang Feng's eyes lit up. He slowly walked over to the coffin and began to stroke it.
Ye Lin simply watched in silence.
The panel showed that since this was Tang Feng's opportunity, Tang Feng naturally had a way to open the thing.
Unless the inheritance was not inside the coffin.
At that moment, Ye Lin suddenly raised his head and saw that something had been carved into the surrounding walls.
Curious, Ye Lin walked toward one of the walls.
The wall was covered from top to bottom in murals.
For a time, Ye Lin began studying the murals, while Tang Feng continued wrestling with the coffin.
He pried at it with a blade, bit it with his teeth, and smashed it with his fists.
In any case, he tried every method he could think of.
Yet from beginning to end, the coffin showed no reaction whatsoever.
In the blink of an eye, an hour passed.
Tang Feng was now leaning against the coffin, his eyes vacant.
He was a dignified Daluo Golden Immortal. He had exhausted every trick in his arsenal and worked at it for a full hour, yet he had not even scraped the coffin's surface.
This was fucking bullying.
Only then did Ye Lin slowly withdraw his gaze from afar.
He had finished examining the murals.
The first portion was an introduction to Jian Wudi, while the other explained the origins of this place.
Jian Wudi was precisely that Saint of the Sword Dao.
Invincible from the moment he entered the world.
He had never suffered a defeat throughout his life of cultivation; he was terrifyingly powerful.
A very, very long time ago, Jian Wudi had slaughtered countless living beings in the Boundary Sea. The number