Scrape...
With a faint sliding sound, the coffin lid opened to one side on its own, revealing a male cultivator within.
He looked to be around twenty, with red lips, white teeth, and handsome, refined features. Yet he wore the great black burial robes used to inter the dead in ancient times, solemn and austere.
His eyes were slightly narrowed and seemed to be slowly opening, revealing profound pupils that appeared to hold the entire starry sky. A faint trace of vitality began to emerge from him, lingering as though barely there, yet inexhaustible.
This state was extraordinarily mysterious, imbued with an inconceivable, indescribable profundity. His entire being seemed suspended between life and death.
"So that is it. Life and death are sleep, and sleep is life and death."
"The perfected person rests as though dead and moves like a mechanism, knowing neither why he rests nor why he does not rest, neither why he moves nor why he does not move..."
"Thus, ten thousand years in a great dream are no more than a single night."
Having said this, he braced himself against the Black Coffin and sat up, then stepped out of it.
"Welcome, Venerable Scarlet!"
At some point, a pitch-black figure had appeared in the shade of the trees beside the altar. It was none other than the long-hidden inheritor of the Supreme Heaven Sect, the Demon Alliance's Shadow King.
He had just arrived nearby and heard this ancient cultivator murmuring his insights to himself, prompting a heartfelt sigh of admiration.
"It seems that after sleeping for thirty thousand years, Your Excellency has truly penetrated the mysterious threshold of life and death and attained the undying realm."
The so-called undying realm was the ancient name for immortality and imperishability.
The ancient Dharma Dao had likewise regarded this