Ruins City had been the liveliest place of late. Someone had even seen Yin Soldiers passing through, carrying a Bronze Ancient Coffin covered in all manner of verdigris and exuding an ancient aura. Everyone could sense that a supreme powerhouse lay sleeping within.
Stranger still, a chain as thick as an arm was wrapped around the Bronze Ancient Coffin, its surface covered in runes.
The soldiers carried the Bronze Ancient Coffin into Ruins City without the slightest attempt at concealment, for they had a token granting them entry.
Clearly, what interested the Netherworld most was the Emperor Tomb that had appeared here. There might well be a Great Emperor's corpse inside.
After arriving, Ye Fan gave a derisive snort, utterly unimpressed. He knew very well that Jiang Ming was a true Demon Lord-level figure. With the commotion here growing so great, Jiang Ming would certainly come.
He thought of the two unfortunate Great Saint guardians on the Starry Sky Ancient Road, who were still little brats now. Jiang Ming had said he would seal them for ten years, and their families had already taken them home. It was a punishment that truly made every day feel like a year.
As for the Overlord of the Heavenly Tyrant Body Lineage, Ye Fan was even less impressed. Both possessed the Heavenly Tyrant Body, yet this bona fide prodigy of the Heavenly Tyrant Body Lineage was weaker than Jiang Ming, a self-made Heavenly Tyrant Body, by far more than a little.
He reckoned Jiang Ming could suppress the Overlord with one hand if they were at the same cultivation level.
Come to think of it, both he and Jiang Ming were self-made. After all, neither had any real connection to the Saint Body Lineage or the Heavenly Tyrant Body Lineage. Ye Fan himself