The four shadowy figures carrying the coffin stopped, and the instant their cold "gazes" swept over—
An indescribable, overpowering sense of dread—like an invisible tide of cold—erupted without warning, flooding the already chaotic void.
This dread was neither killing intent nor oppressive might.
Rather, it was something more fundamental, a mixture of decay, deathly stillness, the forbidden, and the unknown that seemed to touch the very roots of the Dao.
It was formless and without substance, yet it caused every True Monarch present, along with Qi Yun inside the cocoon of light, to feel a cold tremor deep within their Dao Heart.
The source was none other than the Ancient Coffin wreathed in shadows!
At almost the same instant.
A crack silently opened between the lid and the body of the Ancient Coffin—which, until now, had been deathly still, like a mere dead weight.
The crack was hair-thin, yet it seemed to be a gateway to an immeasurable abyss.
HSSS…
