"As expected, he went to the ruins containing the Flying Immortal Records and the Demon God Nine Transformations!"
"Those were clues to the hidden treasury deliberately laid out by the ancient Supreme Heaven Sect!"
Towering waves surged through Fang Qianyuan's otherwise tranquil heart.
He saw Xue Yetian ascend the altar, only to find no records there. Someone had already beaten him to it, or perhaps nothing of the sort had ever been there.
I once heard that the ancients used decoy tombs in their burials. Since the Supreme Heaven Sect wanted to bury mystic treasures, they had to preserve the records through a secret art and await someone destined to find them, while also preventing internal betrayal, leaked secrets, and the prying eyes of outsiders. This seems like a reasonable defensive measure!
Judging by the state of this place, no one had beaten him to it. It must have looked like this from the beginning!
But what did this ancient cultivator come here to do?
With several doubts in his heart, Fang Qianyuan continued watching.
What followed astonished him even more.
Before long, Xue Yetian went down through the rear and found a vast side hall containing twelve black coffins.
He opened one of the coffins. It was hollow inside, with just enough room for him to lie down.
And so Xue Yetian lay inside, reached out with an invisible force, and closed the lid himself.
The images in Fang Qianyuan's mind broke off there, but he could imagine that, shortly after entering it, Xue Yetian had "died."
Yet that place, along with those black coffins, seemed to harbor a strange power that governed life and death, actually preserving his remnant soul and rotting corpse.
Much later, for some unknown reason, he had ended up in a grotto heaven in