Many powerful cultivators trembled with dread and raised their heads to gaze into the starry sky.
People watched in fear and astonishment. The darkness chained to those four ancient warships held a presence that made their scalps prickle, something they could not look upon directly.
The ghost ships drew closer from the depths of the starry sky, dragging the darkness behind them, until its true form gradually emerged.
"That's an enormous ancient coffin!" an Ancient Saint cried out involuntarily. Using a secret technique, he peered across the endless void at the darkness chained to the ghost ships and saw what lay behind it.
Four exceedingly ancient warships occupied four separate positions, their black iron chains binding an enormous coffin as they drifted through the universe.
No one knew what the ancient coffin had been forged from. It resembled metal yet was not metal, stone yet was not stone, wood yet was not wood. Its material was unknown, but it exuded an ancient, weathered air, having spent an unimaginably long time in the endless void.
Four thick iron chains bound it, imprisoning it between the four warships in a sight both sinister and heaven-defying.
Though the coffin was large, it seemed small beside the four warships.
Yet when everyone looked toward it, they instantly forgot the four warships. Their eyes held only the coffin.
It seemed to be the sole existence in the cold universe. A terrifying aura surrounded it, declaring it the eternal, unchanging protagonist of heaven and earth.
"Whose coffin is that?"
"The Nine-Layer Coffin of a Deity! That is the coffin of a Deity from endless ages ago. It should have been buried above the nine heavens!"
"One heaven upon another, nine heavens to bury a Deity!"
"He should have been buried in the endless void, drifting through