I Am the Demon Dynasty's Number One Warrior! (Fourth Update, Bonus Chapter for 1,200 Monthly Votes-Please Vote!)

Inside the Golden Silk Nanmu coffin lay a boy, perfectly still.

He wore the burial robes of a prince of the Former Dynasty, embroidered with Nine Pythons and Five Claws. His hands rested one over the other on his stomach, and his face was as peaceful as if he were taking an afternoon nap.

His skin was not the shriveled gray of a corpse. In the light of the eternal lamps, it had the almost translucent look of creamy white jade, with a warm luster flowing beneath it.

Above all, there was the aura he gave off: cold, noble, ancient. It blended perfectly with the atmosphere of this centuries-old Corpse-Transformation Tomb, as though he were its Formation Eye, the master of the Dragon Vein beneath the earth.

The Chief Steward, the Sixteenth Elder, and the Seventeenth Elder—three figures who could summon wind and rain in Linjiang Demon City—stood frozen, their eyes nearly popping from their sockets.

There was no tomb robber, no empty coffin, no hidden trap. The one lying inside was the legendary Prince Qing Xuanji.

"This—"

The Sixteenth Elder's enormous lion head gave a violent shake. He raised a thick arm, rubbed his eyes hard, then blinked twice in disbelief.

"Am I seeing this right? Is it really His Highness?" The Seventeenth Elder's voice trembled.

They had clearly sensed something wrong with the loss of Dragon Qi. Even the voice from inside the coffin had sounded strange, and they had been ready to open it and kill whoever was inside.

But at a glance, that rich, pure imperial Corpse Qi and Dragon Vein aura could not be faked.

He had not been switched out after all.

Li Xiang lay in the coffin, his heartbeat forcibly suppressed to its lowest ebb, his nerves stretched to the breaking point.

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