A deep, long fissure split open across the earth, and endless supreme evil energy spewed forth. Purple radiance filled the sky, surging like a vast ocean as it shot straight into the heavens!
Fortunately, Bibi Dong had sealed off this space beforehand, blocking the overwhelming evil energy and preventing too much of a disturbance.
With a wave of her hand, Rakshasa Beauty Mother gathered the evil energy that filled the sky into a cluster of purple airflow that swirled in her palm. Having leaked from the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe over tens of thousands of years, this supreme evil energy was immense in quantity. If an Evil Soul Master obtained it, then so long as they could withstand its corrosion, their cultivation would surely rise greatly.
Her gaze fell into the fissure in the ground. She stretched out her hand and clenched her five fingers, forcibly drawing out the coffin buried beneath the earth.
A peculiar coffin flew from the fissure and landed lightly before Bibi Dong. It bore the emblem of Spirit Hall from ten thousand years ago, exquisite and elegant. Angel reliefs were carved across its surface, gleaming with golden light, yet supreme evil energy coiled around it, casting the angels as fallen angels.
As she looked at the Angel Coffin, Bibi Dong's eyes shifted slightly, becoming complicated.
This coffin was one of Spirit Hall's few inherited sacred relics. Legend said that the previous Angel God had crafted it for Her husband, who had died in battle. Its function was rather simple: it could preserve a corpse eternally unchanged, forever maintaining the appearance it had at the moment of death.
There were even legends claiming that if someone who had only recently died was placed inside and left there for a time, they could be resurrected.
After the Battle