Jiang Feng brought Jialan Nord into the Golden Coffin.
This was Jialan Nord's second time entering the Golden Coffin, so she was not surprised.
The two landed in a world of pitch black. Ink-dark clouds churned across the sky, while Black Stone stretched endlessly over the earth!
Amid this world stood a mountain that rose straight into the ink-dark clouds.
The mountain had a strange shape. Its summit looked as though it had been cleaved by a gigantic axe, leaving behind a long gash.
From afar, it resembled a massive fork stabbing into the roiling ink-dark clouds overhead.
Jialan Nord inexplicably felt tense. "Emperor Jiang, why have you brought me here?"
Jiang Feng raised his hand and pointed toward the summit of the mountain that pierced the ink-dark clouds. In the very center of the fork, a mass of rolling yellow clouds stood out sharply against the supporting black clouds.
The yellow clouds churned, yet seemed confined within that tiny space by some force.
Seemingly unwilling to remain trapped, the yellow clouds desperately slammed toward one direction. But at that moment, a blinding bolt of lightning viciously split down from the rolling ink-dark clouds above.
"Ah!" A heart-rending howl came from within the yellow clouds.
The terrifying lightning instantly tore the spreading yellow clouds into pieces, revealing a small skull.
"That is?" Jialan Nord asked uncertainly.
Jiang Feng said impassively, "That is the Innate Earth Spirit you seek."
At those words, Jialan Nord's expression changed, and intense excitement appeared on her face.
Yet it was clear from her expression that she was equally surprised that the Innate Earth Spirit's true form looked like this.
"I don't know what method you use to refine Innate Divine Spirits, but I must remind you..."
"This Innate Earth Spirit possesses cultivation at the peak