"What did you mean?" Yu Ci became alert at once.
That person's tone remained as casually indifferent as ever. "I merely wanted him to do me a favor."
Yu Ci shook his head. "There's no need to drag someone else into this."
He had made his stance clear, and that person wisely did not pursue the subject.
"Then keep moving forward." That person gave him another route map. "If you want to solve the problem here, there's still a long road ahead."
Yu Ci gave a grunt and followed the directions for a while before suddenly asking, "Where is Lord Wujie now?"
This question had weighed on his heart for a long time. Guixu had been thrown into such chaos, yet that Lord Sword Immortal had not shown the slightest reaction—not even a trace of exertion. Could the injuries from ten thousand years ago truly have been so grave?
That person fell silent again. After a moment, they said coldly, "If he were willing to show himself, would any of this be happening?"
"A coffin?"
What appeared before Xia Boyang and the others was precisely a bronze coffin. It stood roughly four feet high and over ten feet long, its surface gleaming metallically beneath the sun. Blood had splattered all around it, staining the ground red, while scattered limbs made an even more glaring sight.
The cultivators all felt their hearts tighten. The place they stood was scorched by savage sun, dry in climate, and swept by fierce sands, yet the surrounding land was barren and flat, with nowhere to hide anything. They could be certain that this enormous thing had not been sitting nearby before.
"How did it get here?"
"It seemed to have come with that wave of bloodstorm..."
"Is it inside the coffin or outside it? Or