Self-Sealed for Ten Thousand Years, the Boy in the Ice Coffin

Beneath the palace complex in the Evil Demon Forest of the Sun Moon Empire.

Within the pitch-black hall, only a few dim candle flames flickered.

At that moment, atop the main dais, a delicate-looking woman sat upon a massive throne.

She crossed her legs, her snow-white skin laid bare without restraint.

Before her stood an enormous coffin.

The coffin was entirely ice-blue, its lid seamlessly fused with the coffin itself.

Together with the ice covering its exterior, it looked like a gigantic box of ice.

As she looked at the enormous coffin, the woman's eyes held an intrigued expression.

"Nangong Wan, are you certain there is something valuable inside? Do you know what will happen to you if you deceive me?"

The woman spoke softly, but as she stared at the coffin, her gaze was filled with interest.

Hearing her words, a middle-aged man below trembled and hurriedly dropped to his knees, looking at the woman in fear.

"I would never dare deceive the Supreme Elder. There must be a treasure within. This ice coffin alone was formed from ten-thousand-year ice marrow."

"Whatever is inside must be exceedingly rare. Even if there is nothing inside, this ten-thousand-year ice coffin alone is an unparalleled treasure seldom seen in the world."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at the woman on the dais.

The woman calmly waved a hand at him. "Get out. No one is allowed in. I will personally see what is inside."

Her voice was soft.

Upon hearing her words, the middle-aged man did not dare linger. He rose with his head lowered and swiftly retreated.

Only after the hall doors closed did the woman slowly stand, adjust her somewhat revealing clothes, and examine the ice coffin with interest.

A huge and terrifying monster appeared behind her.

As the monster raised its hand, a small, utterly black tower appeared in its palm.

A terrifying radiance gathered atop the little tower before it slowly touched the ice coffin.

The ice coffin's defenses were formidable. Even an ordinary Super Douluo could not easily break it, especially since it had been sealed for an unknown length of time.

Yet as a terrifying force comparable to a tenth-grade soul tool erupted, combined with the woman's fearsome cultivation as an Ultimate Douluo, the ice coffin slowly began to melt, until the ten-thousand-year ice marrow inside was completely exposed.

Even the woman wore an incredulous expression as she looked at the coffin forged from ten-thousand-year ice marrow.

"Ten-thousand-year ice marrow is an exceptionally rare treasure. There is such a large piece here, and the power of the ice marrow within has completely fused into one."

As she spoke, the woman slowly stepped forward, her long nails lightly tapping against the ice coffin.

With the soft tapping sound, the ice coffin began to shake faintly.

The ice coffin had been placed here for an unknown period of time, and originally, there had been no aura within it.

But as the coffin's seal was completely undone, it seemed to gain a strange vitality.

This power made the woman curious.

She raised her hand, completely undoing the final seal on the ice coffin before directly lifting its lid.

When the ice coffin opened, there were no rare and precious treasures inside, no valuable ores, nor any peerless soul bones. There was only one person.

He was a boy who looked no more than ten or so years old, with long golden hair.

His hair was exceedingly long. His eyes were closed, his hands hung naturally at his sides, and his expression was filled with serenity.

The woman swept her gaze across the boy, then raised her hand and tapped his body three times.

The vitality that had been completely blocked within the boy began to slowly recover.

Looking at the boy who had been frozen for an unknown length of time, a hint of interest seemed to enter the woman's eyes.

Under the woman's watchful gaze, the boy's fingers first trembled slightly. Then his tightly shut eyes slowly opened.

A pair of golden eyes tinged with a magnificent white stared at the woman.

The boy's gaze seemed confused, while the woman regarded him with great interest.

"What an interesting little fellow, frozen inside this ice coffin. I am curious—where did you come from, or rather, what is your name?"

The woman's voice was soft.

Facing the woman's icy gaze, the boy gradually came back to his senses.

He propped himself up with both hands and sat up in the ice coffin, looking around the pitch-black hall in confusion.

An incomparably terrifying flash of hatred passed through his eyes.

The hatred vanished in an instant, but the woman still noticed it easily.

"May I ask, Senior, where is this? 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, the curiosity in the woman's eyes instantly became tinged with surprise.

Sea God Tang San had become a god ten thousand years ago. Even she knew absolutely nothing about that era.

Yet from the boy's words, he appeared to have come from that time, which she found difficult to believe.

"You mean Sea God Tang San? That was a figure from ten thousand years ago. What, did you come from that era ten thousand years ago?"

The woman's voice carried a probing note, while the boy seemed momentarily stunned.

He looked directly at the woman before him, scrutinizing her snow-white skin and sweeping his gaze over her full curves and body.

There was none of the lust an ordinary person might have in the boy's eyes, only calmness.

He was analyzing who this woman was.

Combining this location with the woman's strange appearance, helplessness appeared in the boy's eyes.

"This junior is Qian... This junior is Li Qingming. Greetings, Senior."

"This junior indeed came from the era ten thousand years ago. Back then, my family was purged. With the help of my family's inherited ten-thousand-year ice marrow, this junior barely escaped with his life. I never expected to survive for ten thousand years."

Li Qingming paused for a moment, helplessness in his eyes.

He had never wanted to come to this era. His original goal had been to sleep for twenty thousand years and go to the next era.

Only in the next era, after Tang San had completely departed, would he be able to develop himself more effectively and truly have another chance to become a god.

Under normal circumstances, he should not have ended up here. After all, the one he had sought out was the ruler of the Far North. With that person's strength, hiding him for twenty thousand years would not have been difficult.

Even if that person would leave with Huo Yuhao during 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 been wondering who this woman was, then upon seeing the enormous Blood Soul Demon Puppet behind her, which resembled a monster, he had already guessed her identity.

The Holy Spirit Cult's Supreme Elder, one of the strongest figures of this generation's Holy Spirit Cult—Death God Douluo Ye Xishui.

Thinking of this, Li Qingming sighed.

He had considered the possibility that his bad luck might cause him to awaken early, but he had never expected to awaken here.

Especially since he had no idea what event he had awakened during, or how far this era's protagonist, Huo Yuhao, had already progressed.

If Huo Yuhao had not yet grown powerful, perhaps he could still use this chance to grow alongside him.

But if this era was already in its final stages, and Ye Xishui was nearing death, then he was just as unlucky as when he had transmigrated.