In the Ancient Land Palace, there were no ancient halls, nor any immortals, only mound after mound of earth, like a burial ground.
The dark red land here bore not a blade of grass. It looked as though it had been stained with blood, its color inevitably stirring the imagination.
"Is this the place?" Qingyi stepped inside. No matter how she looked at it, this place resembled a great tomb, making her heart tremble.
At the end of the passage, jade coffins stretched as far as the eye could see, confirming all the more that this was an Immortal Grave.
For the Ancient Coffins were all glowing, spilling out the aura of the immortal Dao. If one looked closely, bodies lay within them.
It was shocking. Every Immortal Corpse was headless, with only the torso remaining. Who had killed them so cruelly?
The mere thought sent a chill down one's spine and left one's mouth dry!
But when she looked again, the scene changed. The bodies vanished, leaving only an ancient jade book and a mysterious Immortal Seed.
"Oh, Sister Qingyi, you're here too..." Shi Hao greeted her. He had entered first and was now trying to move a coffin.
Yet even after exerting every ounce of strength and trying several times, the coffin did not budge. He could not open it.
"Wait, you weren't the one who kicked me in here earlier, were you?" Shi Hao asked suspiciously.
"Uh... if I said it wasn't me, would you believe me?" Qingyi looked rather embarrassed, inwardly crying out at the injustice.
Meanwhile, the Ten-Crown King and the Exiled Immortal followed close behind, swift as lightning, their speed pushed to the limit.
They first glanced warily at Qingyi, then fixed their eyes on Huang, who was struggling to open a jade coffin.