Like the others, Shui Lingyue approached a stone coffin beyond an archway.
In truth, she had no idea how to go about entering tombs, opening coffins, or any of the other things involved. Nor did she have the Rogue Cultivators' wealth of experience, which would have let her judge what Mystic Treasures might lie inside.
Her thoughts still lingered on the missing Yang Xia. Unable to pull herself together, she simply stood dazed before the coffin, not daring to open it for fear that some hideous, terrifying Rotting Corpse might leap out.
While she stood lost in thought, the others had already begun showing their respective abilities and opening their coffin lids.
What they truly feared were powerful enemies they could not defeat, not hideous, terrifying Rotting Corpses.
Presumably, any Ancient Cultivator masters in this place would have died thousands upon thousands of years ago, perhaps even tens or hundreds of thousands of years ago, and could pose no threat.
The mechanisms and traps that might be hidden inside the coffins were rather more frightening.
Old Lin took an extra precaution when opening his coffin. Following the footwork of Treading the Dipper and Arranging the Gang, he located the appropriate star position and stood diagonally off one corner of the coffin, where hidden weapons and mechanisms were least likely to injure him.
Before opening it, he also took a Detoxification Pill from a small pouch and held it in his mouth, lest a sudden release of potent poison leave him unable to retrieve the medicine.
On the other side stood his Spirit Creature, an enormous Silver-Armored Blade Mantis.
If any zombie or ghost truly emerged, the mantis could cut it in two with a single stroke.
"Rumble..."
The sound of grinding stone came from beneath his hands. Feeling the movement