NOVEL NEXT Chapter 541, Red Coffin
The two continued along the forked path. When they arrived at the hall where the demonic puppet was located, Feng Yuyan looked at the broken limbs scattered all over the floor, thought for a moment, but didn't say much.
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At the center of the ancient battlefield, this was where the great war between the ancient Human Race and Demon Race took place. The towering walls stretched a thousand meters, resembling a coiled dragon, twisted and winding. The entire land was scarred and battered, breaking apart from the center towards the surroundings.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
A dozen martial artists in black robes shot from the distant white wilderness to the top of the wall. Their eyes scanned the surrounding terrain, a glint of excitement flashing within.
These black-robed martial artists all had their faces covered by black veils, and their auras were extremely sinister. The first among them was a hunched old man with snow-white hair; his face was unclear, but his presence was no less imposing than that of Emperor Shadow and Zhang Xingyun from that day.
"Steward Lin, this should be the burial ground."
The people following Steward Lin were equally powerful, their spiritual power vast like the sea, most able to rival martial artists at the First Layer of the Realm of Transcendence.
"Hmm."
Steward Lin nodded slightly, his body suddenly transforming into a streak of light, flying towards a certain part of the wall, the others closely following.
In the air, a gray compass appeared in Steward Lin's hand at some point. The palm-sized compass's needle constantly changed direction, and streams of gray, eerie air flowed out in every direction. Following the direction of the airflow, Steward Lin constantly changed his course.
Buzz!
"It's here!"
Steward Lin stopped, his body trembling slightly. The joy in his eyes was evident. The gray compass in his hand pointed straight ahead to a vast vacant land.
"Blast it open!"
Steward Lin took a deep breath and then instructed the dozen black-robed men behind him.
"Yes."
The black-robed men responded respectfully, flew to the space above the vacant land, and began to unleash their techniques upon the ground. However, if one observed closely, it was evident that these black-robed men controlled their power with extreme precision. The moment their powers struck the ground, the energy dissipated without a trace, leaving no residual force.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Rocks flew up as trenches formed, spreading out from the vacant land. With the increasing depth, waves of nauseating blood scent rolled out from the pit, having a highly bewildering effect. If a martial artist with an unstable mind inhaled even a bit, they would likely become a murderous madman.
"Take a Heart Cleansing Pill."
Nearby, Steward Lin observed the actions of the others. Noticing the red glint in some martial artists' eyes, his heart raced, and he ordered.
Hearing Steward Lin's command, the black-robed men took out bottles of elixirs from their storage rings, poured out green pills, and popped them into their mouths.
Snap!
An incense stick's time later, a faint cracking sound rang in everyone's ears, crisp and clear. The excitement in Steward Lin's eyes grew even stronger.
Boom!
Like a volcanic eruption, a terrifying blood qi burst from the pit, spreading around to a radius of over ten miles. Facing this blood qi, Steward Lin and the others seemed to stand before a mountain of corpses and sea of blood, momentarily disoriented.
"Steward Lin, please present the ancestor's remains!"
A black-robed martial artist humbly reminded.
"Hmm!"
Steward Lin regained his composure, nodded slightly, and with a gentle wave of his hand, a streak of blood-red light shot out from his storage ring. The blood-red light slowly dissipated, revealing a red glazed coffin, emanating a faint glow. The coffin was about three meters long, and its presence radiated a terrifying pressure, rendering the surroundings silent.
Inside the coffin lay a middle-aged man in a golden-edged black robe. His face was as fair as jade, his eyes closed. Between his brows, a wisp of gray aura flickered like a dying candle, exuding an ominous presence.
However, even though the middle-aged man was deceased, the pressure from his corpse seemed eternal and unchanging through the ages.
At the appearance of the red coffin, the respect and reverence in the eyes of the dozen black-robed men, including Steward Lin, intensified.
Swoosh!
With a gentle toss from Steward Lin's right hand, the red coffin plunged into the sea of blood in the pit, sinking to the bottom and disappearing from sight.
"Form the array!"
Watching the red coffin disappear before him, Steward Lin shouted loudly. His hands formed incantation gestures, and red light continuously flickered between his fingers. The other black-robed men flew to the surroundings of the blood sea in the pit, standing in specific positions. They muttered incantations, their hands changing into complex patterns. Streams of red light intertwined into a dense network.
Buzz! Buzz!
The blood light grew increasingly intense, eventually forming a blood seal that completely covered the blood sea in the pit, leaving no trace of its aura leaking out.
"Collect!"
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Steward Lin's body abruptly retreated to one side. The other black-robed men simultaneously stopped, their faces slightly pale, indicating they had expended considerable energy.
Steward Lin took out a few healing elixirs from his storage ring and swallowed them, his gaze coldly fixed on the sky.
The commotion caused by the burst of blood qi from the pit was not small. He didn't believe it wouldn't attract surrounding martial artists.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Just as the dozen black-robed men settled, a dozen streaks of light flew from the horizon, arriving before Steward Lin and his group in the blink of an eye.
The newly arrived dozen had different attire, indicating they were from various sects. They cast wary and hostile glances at each other.
"Friends, treasures are meant to be shared. It's not good to hog them all to yourselves."
From among them, a gloomy-faced old man stepped forward, his eyes like those of a venomous snake, and spoke coldly to Steward Lin.
The others watched coldly, evidently also believing that the commotion just now indicated a treasure had emerged, and with the black-robed men here, the treasure was likely in their possession.
"There are no treasures here, please leave."
Steward Lin's voice was hoarse, his gaze indifferent.
"Is that so?"
The gloomy-faced old man sneered, his right hand curved into a claw, attacking with immense killing power, forming a thick gang yuan.
Crack!
Steward Lin's expression turned cold. He did not retreat but spread his hands like a black raven soaring. His hands curved like serpents, and a burst of black spiritual power shot out, directly sending the gloomy-faced old man flying.
"Puh..."
The gloomy-faced old man's expression was horrified, as if he had seen a ghost. Although his strength was not the highest in the ancient battlefield, it was second only to the six major powers. For Steward Lin to defeat him in one move, he had to be at the level of the six major powers or higher.