"There shouldn't be any danger left." After sweeping the area with his Spirit Eyes, Lin Yi found nothing unusual.
He only spotted restrictive array markings on the central coffin. Layer upon layer, they were far more intricate than those on the stone door and the Twelve Coffins. Their flowing spiritual light carried a faint sense of pressure.
"Does that mean we can finally...?" Excitement crept into Ye Xing's voice. He rubbed his hands together, his toes already edging half a step forward.
"We still need to be careful," Lin Yi reminded him.
Lin Yi and Ye Xing cautiously approached the central coffin.
His Spirit Eyes and Divine Sense remained fully focused on their surroundings. With every step, Lin Yi scanned the stone slabs beneath his feet with his Spirit Eyes, making sure there were no hidden array markings.
Lin Yi glanced at Ye Xing, signaling for him to go forward and collect the cultivation resources buried with the deceased.
"Big brother, are you sure there's no danger?" Ye Xing looked uneasily at Lin Yi's signaling eyes. He doubted Lin Yi would be kind enough to let him collect the resources first.
He edged one foot half a step forward, then pulled it back.
"Relax. If there's any danger, I'll pull you back immediately." Lin Yi's tone was like a devil's whisper.
"All right, then." Ye Xing anxiously approached the burial offerings one step at a time. His calves went weak, and every step felt like treading on the tips of blades.
Ye Xing carefully picked up a piece of spirit ore and found that nothing happened.
The ore felt warm in his hand, its spiritual energy contained within, its surface shimmering with faint spiritual light. No danger arose.
Then he picked up another piece, and another, quickly stowing them in