A palace complex lay beneath the Evil Demon Forest in the Sun Moon Empire.
Only a few faint candle flames flickered in the pitch-black hall.
On the raised dais, a woman with a delicate figure sat upright on a massive throne.
The woman sat with one leg crossed over the other, freely displaying her snow-white skin.
A massive coffin stood before her.
The entire coffin was ice-blue, its lid seamlessly joined to its body.
With the ice encasing its exterior, it looked like an enormous box of frozen ice.
As she studied the enormous coffin, an intrigued look filled the woman's eyes.
"Nangong Wan, are you certain there is something worthwhile inside? Do you know what will become of you if you deceive me?"
The woman's voice was soft, but her eyes were full of interest as she gazed at the coffin.
Hearing her words, a middle-aged man below the dais trembled. He hurriedly dropped to his knees and looked at her with frightened eyes.
"I would never dare conceal anything from you, Supreme Elder. There is definitely a treasure inside. Even this ice coffin alone was formed from ten-thousand-year cold marrow."
"Whatever lies within must be exceedingly rare. Even if it is empty, this ten-thousand-year ice coffin alone is a peerless treasure seldom seen in this world."
As the middle-aged man spoke, he hastily lowered his head, not daring to look at the woman on the dais.
The woman calmly waved him away. "Get out. No one is allowed inside. I will see for myself exactly what is in here."
Her voice was soft.
Hearing her words, the middle-aged man did not dare linger. He rose with his head lowered and swiftly backed away.
Only after the hall doors closed did the woman slowly rise. She adjusted her somewhat revealing clothes and studied the ice coffin with interest.
An enormous, terrifying monster appeared behind her.
As the monster raised its palm, a small, pitch-black tower appeared in its hand.
A terrifying radiance gathered upon the tower, then slowly reached toward the ice coffin.
The ice coffin's defenses were formidable. Even an ordinary Super Douluo could not easily break it open; after all, no one knew how long it had been sealed.
But as a terrifying power comparable to a Level Ten Soul Tool erupted, combined with the woman's fearsome cultivation as an Ultimate Douluo, the ice coffin began to thaw slowly, until the ten-thousand-year ice marrow within was fully exposed.
Even the woman's face filled with disbelief as she looked at the coffin fashioned from ten-thousand-year ice marrow.
"Ten-thousand-year ice marrow is a supreme treasure seldom seen in this world, yet there is such an enormous piece here. And the power of the ice marrow within has already fused completely into one."
As she spoke, the woman slowly approached and lightly tapped the ice coffin with her slender nails.
With the soft tapping, the ice coffin began to tremble slightly.
The coffin had lain there for an unknown length of time, and originally, there had been no trace of life within it.
But as its seal was completely undone, a strange vitality seemed to emerge from within.
This power piqued the woman's curiosity.
As she raised her hand, the final seal of power upon the ice coffin was completely undone. Then she lifted its lid.
Once the ice coffin was opened, there were no rare treasures inside, nor any precious ores or Soul Bones seldom seen in the world. There was only a person.
It was a boy who looked only ten or so years old, with long golden hair.
His hair was very long, his eyes were closed, and his arms rested naturally at his sides. His expression was utterly serene.
The woman swept her gaze over the boy, then raised her hand and tapped his body three times.
The boy's vitality, which had been completely blocked, actually began to recover slowly.
As she looked at this boy who had been frozen for an unknown length of time, a hint of interest seemed to enter her eyes.
Under the woman's gaze, the boy's fingers first trembled slightly, then his tightly shut eyes slowly opened.
A pair of golden eyes suffused with a magnificent white gazed at the woman.
The boy's eyes seemed bewildered, while the woman watched him with interest.
"What an interesting boy, sealed in ice inside this coffin. I am curious-where did you come from? Or rather, what is your name?"
The woman's voice was soft.
Meeting her icy eyes, the boy slowly regained his bearings.
Bracing both hands against the ice coffin, he sat up and gazed around the pitch-black hall in confusion.
A flicker of terrifying, boundless hatred flashed through his eyes.
That hatred vanished in an instant, yet the woman still noticed it with ease.
"May I ask where we are, Senior? And how long has it been since the era of Sea God Tang San?"
The boy's voice was soft.
But upon hearing his words, a hint of surprise instantly joined the curiosity in the woman's eyes.
Sea God Tang San had ascended to godhood ten thousand years ago. Even she knew nothing of that era.
Yet from what the boy before her had said, he seemed to have come from that very age. She found it difficult to believe.
"Sea God Tang San, you say? He was a figure from ten thousand years ago. What, are you from that era?"
There was a probing note in the woman's voice, while the boy seemed momentarily stunned.
He looked straight at the woman before him, studying her snow-white skin and sweeping his gaze over her curves and body.
There was none of the lust an ordinary person might have in the boy's eyes, only calm.
He was trying to determine who the woman before him was.
Taking their location and the woman's strange appearance together, a helpless look entered his eyes.
"This junior is Qian... this junior is Li Qingming. My respects, Senior."
"I did indeed come from that era ten thousand years ago. My family was being purged at the time, and I barely escaped with my life by relying on our inherited ten-thousand-year ice marrow. I never imagined I would cling to life for ten thousand years."
The boy paused briefly, a helpless look in his eyes.
He had never wanted to come to this era. His original goal had been to sleep for twenty thousand years and reach the next age.
After all, only in the next era, once Tang San was gone for good, could he better develop his own strength and give himself a genuine chance to become a god again.
Under normal circumstances, he should never have ended up here. The one he had sought out was the ruler of the Far North, after all. With that being's strength, hiding him for twenty thousand years should have been no difficult task.
Even if that being left with Huo Yuhao in this era, leaving him there would still have allowed him to live safely, rather than fall into this woman's hands as he had now.
If Li Qingming had initially still doubted who this woman was, the enormous, monstrous Blood Soul Demon Puppet behind her had already allowed him to guess her identity.
The Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, one of its strongest members in this generation-Death God Douluo Ye Xishui.
At that thought, Li Qingming sighed.
He had considered that bad luck might cause him to awaken early, but he had never expected to awaken here.
Above all, he did not know what events were unfolding at the time of his awakening, or how far Huo Yuhao, the protagonist of this era, had already progressed.
If Huo Yuhao had yet to mature, he might still be able to seize this opportunity and grow alongside him.
But if this era was already nearing its end, and Ye Xishui was close to death, then his luck was just as rotten as it had been when he first transmigrated.
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