He Mu reached out his hand. Immortal Dao aura pierced heaven and earth, and boundless divine power gathered as he reached straight for the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Dao Fire within the coffin.
It looked like an utterly ordinary move, but in truth, this palm strike condensed almost all of He Mu's cultivation. It was the most solemn attack he had made in his hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation.
There was no other reason: the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Dao Fire was the crystallized Dao Fruit of a former emperor, representing a transcendent domain.
It stood entirely above the realm of Kings, looking down upon the ages, past and present. Even He Mu as he was now had to exercise the utmost caution, not daring to be the slightest bit careless.
At that moment, He Mu stood deep within the ruins of the Ancient City, only a few dozen feet from the Dao Platform where the Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin rested.
Even a mortal could cross that distance in a few breaths, much less He Mu, who was personally employing a great divine ability. Even the ends of the earth were within arm's reach.
Thus, in the next instant, He Mu had already grasped the Emperor Flame in his hand.
Whoosh, whoosh-
Even after falling into He Mu's hand, the Emperor Flame showed no reaction whatsoever. It merely burned quietly, radiating searing heat.
None of the other situations He Mu had anticipated occurred. The Emperor Flame seemed to have willingly fallen into his hand, making no attempt to resist.
Yet this sight did not put He Mu at ease. Instead, it made him frown slightly.
By all reason, even Dao Fire left behind by a True Immortal should possess tremendous spirituality and would not submit to someone easily.
Such was the