Qin Tian took a step and arrived deep beneath the earth, where wisps of chaos qi drifted out like immortal mist, lending the place an extraordinary air of mystery.
Perhaps this could be called an underground palace. It resembled a sunken ancient city, old and deserted, yet even after countless ages, runes still glittered within it.
Qin Tian came to a stop before a Dao Platform.
On the Dao Platform, vast as a mountain, lay nine enormous skeletons, gleaming and exuding an immortal aura. Runes covered them, and they looked exactly like one kind of creature-true dragons!
Behind these nine true dragon skeletons, they pulled a great bronze coffin, covered in mottled verdigris, as though it bore the vicissitudes of countless ages.
"Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin... we meet again!" Qin Tian stroked his cheek. This face of his looked far, far too much like someone else's.
So much so that even Qin Tian felt somewhat uneasy.
"The Three-Life Bronze Coffin!"
"A true artifact of above Sacrificial Dao!" Qin Tian gently slapped the Three-Life Bronze Coffin, and chaos qi surged out from within.
Force sufficient to shake a great chiliocosm struck the bronze coffin without producing the slightest ripple. It merely cracked the Dao Platform beneath it.
"Anyone there?"
"Moshi moshi, anyone there?"
"What do you think of that guess I made just now, venerable sir?" Qin Tian courted death in spectacular fashion, asking outright.
He knew that for someone like the Lord of the Three-Life Bronze Coffin, even "death" was merely a state of being.
He might exist in any corner of the cosmos and myriad heavens, at any point in time.
Even if he was not here.
His gaze could absolutely see through every corner of the world. He was absolutely omniscient and omnipotent.
Crack! A faint sound