"This coffin was empty!"
"Whatever was inside either escaped, or... was already gone!"
"It'd better be gone. Otherwise, we're in trouble next!"
As they spoke, they spread out their Divine Sense.
They tried to capture every movement and disturbance here as clearly as possible.
Xu Changqing aimed the Spirit-Viewing Mirror at the empty coffin. He could see several lingering carvings on it, quite similar to the marks on the previous two coffins. "Judging by the wear, this coffin has existed for at least a thousand years. Whatever was inside is probably gone."
After continuing for less than three miles, they entered a sea of coffins.
Coffins of all sizes floated across the water.
Some were completely intact.
Some were battered beyond recognition.
Some stood upright.
Some lay flat.
They were packed so densely that the eye could not see their end.
The rock walls on both banks were even more outrageous. Countless coffins were embedded within them, layer upon layer, stretching from the water's surface all the way to the tops of the cliffs, dense as a honeycomb.
The yin baleful aura in particular had already grown incredibly dense.
Combined with the Lunar Yin Force produced by the Nether River, the ice crystals were no longer tiny white grains. They had condensed into thumb-sized ice spikes that constantly pounded the Ferry Boat and the water.
The crackling sounds never ceased.
The Baleful-Purifying Inscription ran at full force. Its deep-blue spiritual light formed a thick shield, barely resisting the erosion of the yin baleful aura, while the consumption rate of the High-Grade Spirit Stones suddenly doubled.
What surprised everyone was that the coffins no longer bore only Yin-Sealing Talismans and Baleful Suppression Talismans.
On the lids or sides of quite a few coffins were talismans that gave off a faint golden