Clatter~
A thousand layers of chains threaded through the stone pillars, winding around the black stone coffin carved with an image of Witch Ancestor Yuan.
Countless stone pillars descended again, pinning the Demon-Suppressing Coffin deep underground. The floor of the Underground Palace became level once more, and the great ghost shrouded in black mist pressed both hands against it, sealing every possible route of escape.
The giant with twin axes and a horned helmet lay sprawled on the floor, twitching, his whole body covered in charred marks.
Meanwhile, inside the stone coffin.
Everything was pitch-black, so quiet they could hear each other's breathing and heartbeats.
Thump~ thump~
Xie Jinhuan lay inside the coffin, still holding the Heavenly Gang Mace. After sensing around briefly and finding no further impacts, he asked, "How do we open the Demon-Suppressing Coffin?"
Empress Dowager Guo lay beside him, feeling a little troubled. After all, she was not Old Devil Meconggao and had no experience serving time inside one. She had only been imprisoned in the Phoenix Mausoleum, but restrictions imposed by heaven and earth were completely different from man-made ones.
Something like the Demon-Suppressing Coffin was meant to imprison cultivators too powerful to kill, or those who could not be killed. Throughout history, everyone who had received this treatment had been an old devil standing at the summit.
For that reason, great care went into making a Demon-Suppressing Coffin. There was a chance of opening it from outside, but its interior was a little world cut off from everything. How difficult it was to escape could be gauged from the fact that the Corpse Ancestor was still doing time.
"I don't know. Any qi will be absorbed by the Demon-Suppressing Coffin and channeled into the entire mausoleum, increasing its suppressive power. Our divine souls can't