Everyone turned to look and saw several shadowy outlines appear in the sky. They gradually solidified into four ancient-robed people carrying a coffin together.
It was a black coffin, with faint veins of black gold visible across its surface. It seemed to have been fashioned from some kind of ancient times divine wood, cold and heavy, with an ominous aura faintly lingering around it.
Most astonishingly, the four ancient-robed people bore the coffin on their shoulders, yet even their backs and waists sagged slightly. Its weight was almost unimaginable. After all, the auras the four emitted were clearly at the level of upper great powers, not much weaker than the seven experts who had attacked the Nine Provinces earlier.
Old Antiques, reincarnators, and even figures like Zhao Gujin all stared fixedly ahead, their eyes filled with unprecedented gravity.
"Could this be..."
"An old Dao Master whose strength has declined. A heaven and earth Dao body, as heavy as a divine mountain. Nothing in this world can entomb it, and the passage of time cannot bury it!" Zhao Gujin said gravely. Even someone as defiant as him had lost his arrogance at this moment.
Many people froze on the spot.
They had heard similar sayings. Once someone reached the Dao Master Realm, their body would undergo a tremendous transformation, becoming a heaven and earth Dao body that bore the will of the Great Dao. Even after death, as long as they had not died through Sacrifice to the Dao, their body would remain incorruptible for a hundred thousand years. Even the long course of history could hardly bury the traces of their existence.
They would almost exist eternally in this world!
"A Dao Master... surely not!"
"If it's the Heavenly Dao Society, they certainly have reserves like that. But why would