This was a vast underground palace, or perhaps it could be called a subterranean city.
Had it not been underground, it would have been a collapsed metropolis, ancient and desolate. Endless years had passed, yet some shattered runes still shone.
Amid the ruins stood a massive Dao Platform, like a mountain, with several things lying across it, giving off chaos qi.
He extended his divine sense and activated the heavenly eye between his brows, studying them closely. His heart began to pound.
On the mountain-sized Dao Platform lay nine enormous skeletons, gleaming with light and releasing an immortal aura. Runes covered them densely. These were the foremost of the Ten Evils, invincible throughout the ages-True Dragons!
Were these the remains of Immortal King-level True Dragons? Ji Hao did not know.
He knew the level of the Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin. Although the nine True Dragons were absurdly powerful, they were still unworthy of pulling a coffin for the person within. At the very least, it would have taken nine Dao Ancestor-level True Dragons.
Behind the nine enormous skeletons stood a great Bronze Coffin, covered in mottled verdigris, as though it bore the weathering of eternal years.
The coffin was enormous. Ji Hao reached out and opened it, and vast quantities of chaos qi spilled out.
Ji Hao felt his skin crawl. This place was far too mysterious, far too extraordinary. The sight of this coffin made his heart race.
"There's... another coffin!"
He was very familiar with this coffin, having seen it in the future. It, too, was made of bronze and just as ancient, with chaos qi spreading out from within.
Ji Hao shone the heavenly eye between his brows upon it and traced time forward. The mighty power of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor descended from the River of