What drew the most attention were his tiny eyes. They were darting about now, yet still carried the bewilderment of someone who had just awakened.
"Boundless blessings, damn it, Heavenly Venerable... uh... ha... That nap... lasted damn long..."
The fat Daoist let out a huge yawn, his voice hoarse and dry.
He gripped the edge of the coffin with both hands and clumsily sat up from within. As he loosened his stiff neck, he narrowed his tiny eyes and surveyed his surroundings.
"Hm? This place has lasted a million years... The dragon energy is abundant, full of flavor! It's a corpse-nurturing...
It's a fine place to rest and recuperate! This Daoist's eye for picking graves was as good as ever in my last life!"
He muttered to himself, wearing a satisfied expression as he praised himself.
But that satisfaction quickly turned into heartache.
"However, these Dao patterns... Hiss, Nine-Colored Netherworld Gold? Such a huge piece?
This Daoist was really willing to spend back then! If I pried it off and sold it... Cough, cough!"
He seemed to recall something and hurriedly cut himself off, then sneakily glanced from side to side.
Only after confirming that there was no one else in the underground cavern did he relax. His face resumed that lazy yet shrewd expression.
"First, let's see how long I slept this time and what the outside world has become..."
Duan De muttered as he rummaged through the coffin, eventually pulling out a translucent purple crystal the size of a pigeon egg.
This was a Memory Divine Crystal. It contained the important memories and information from before his "slumber,"
which he had deliberately infused from his previous life and even earlier eras.
He pressed the Divine Crystal against his forehead and closed his eyes to read it.
A moment