The Secret of the Immortal King's God Tomb. "You got off easy!"
With a thought, Shen Qiu controlled the giant black pot as it whistled downward, scooping up Lu Chen, whose breath was as faint as a thread.
Then, using every ounce of strength he had, he rammed his head upward and forcibly shoved the heavy coffin lid open a crack. After that, man and pot together, he stuffed Lu Chen inside with one swift scoop.
Though the coffin held a forbidden art domain that made Dao arts difficult to use, controlling the black pot from outside was unaffected.
Even so, shifting a person around in such a cramped space left Shen Qiu drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.
"Hehe, this young master really is a genius."
The corner of Shen Qiu's mouth curled up as he stared at the flesh cushion that had suddenly grown ten inches thicker, a smug, wicked grin spreading across his face.
This was his brilliant plan—if one human cushion was not enough, then he would add another.
"No, it still needs some adjusting."
His brows slightly furrowed, and he went through another round of fussing before finally stuffing Lu Chen into the very bottom layer. Only then did he nod in satisfaction.
"Brother Shangguan, as fellow Secret Realm explorers, don't say I never looked after you!"
After that series of outrageous maneuvers, Senior Brother Shangguan was successfully promoted to the second layer. Though he still could not avoid the invasion of red fur, he could at least receive a trace of life force. His shriveled body began to rise and fall faintly, and his injuries gradually showed signs of improvement.
Just as Shen Qiu finished rearranging everyone and the inside of the coffin returned to silence—
The swallowing force that had originally