Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Liu Xuan shouted.

Hearing Liu Xuan, Shii Tangyu subconsciously stopped and looked over at her.

Liu Xuan glanced at Wen Qingye and said in a low voice, "In my opinion, let me and this man open the coffin together."

After speaking, her beautiful eyes swept across the crowd.

After all, exploring the tomb tomorrow night was what truly mattered. If the experts fought over this coffin or its treasures and ended up severely injured or dead, it would negatively impact the exploration. That simply wouldn’t do.

"Since the Eldest Princess has spoken, I believe it’s feasible," Tang Rui said with a nod.

Liu Xuan was already injured, her cultivation less than seventy percent of its peak. As for Wen Qingye, to be honest, everyone only thought his Swordsmanship was decent—a little stronger than other experts at the Sixth Level of Yin Yang Realm. But no matter how skilled he was, he was still just at the Sixth Level of Yin Yang Realm, so most of them didn’t take him too seriously.

Having these two open the coffin was naturally the best choice. At least, that was what Tang Rui thought.

Since Tang Rui had spoken, Youx Dong and Wang Hai naturally had no objections. Only Shii Tangyu stared daggers at Wen Qingye, a venomous look flashing in his eyes.

The old man from the Heaven-Burying Sect remained silent, quietly watching Wen Qingye and Liu Xuan, clearly giving his tacit approval.

Wen Qingye naturally noticed all this. His expression remained nonchalant, but inwardly, he was on high alert. ’If I fight Shii Tangyu right now, I’m probably no match for him.’

After all, Shii Tangyu was an expert at the Ninth Heaven of Yin Yang Realm, and he wasn’t some person of average talent. Wen Qingye, on the other hand, was at the Sixth Level of the Yin-Yang Realm. There was still a considerable gap in their cultivation.

Liu Xuan walked to Wen Qingye’s side and gave him a slight smile, showing no signs of holding a grudge over him injuring her earlier.

"Let’s open the coffin," Liu Xuan said softly.

Wen Qingye nodded, but inwardly, he began to slowly make preparations.

’I wonder what’s inside this coffin, and if the Coffin Fungus I want is in there,’ Wen Qingye thought, a hint of curiosity stirring within him.

KAKA—!

Liu Xuan and Wen Qingye pushed the coffin lid at the same time, producing a series of grinding sounds.

A sliver of cold moonlight slowly shone into the coffin. Just then, a wisp of gray gas suddenly shot out.

Wen Qingye’s heart leaped at the sight. With a sharp pull of his palm, he instantly sucked the ball of gray gas into his hand.

Liu Xuan kept her eyes fixed on the crack, slowly pushing the coffin lid as if she hadn’t noticed a thing.

Everyone else was staring intently at the coffin. Even if they saw the faint wisp of gray gas escape, they paid it no mind. After all, Blood Bats had already emerged from the coffin, so what was so strange about a bit of peculiar gas?

THUD!

With a sudden, forceful shove from Wen Qingye and Liu Xuan, the coffin lid flew off.

KRA-BOOM!

A loud bang resounded from within the coffin. A pair of eerie, jade-green lights shot toward the sky, and in that instant, a dreadful, terrifying, and bizarrely cold aura surged into the heavens.

"This is bad!"

Liu Xuan’s expression changed drastically. Her face paled, and she hastily retreated.

She wasn’t the only one. Wen Qingye was also suddenly alarmed. The two words ’Fur Corpse’ flashed through his mind, and he instinctively backed away.

Although the others were some distance away, they too felt the overwhelming aura, and a trace of fear crept into their hearts.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

A black figure flashed past in an instant and vanished from sight.

And with it, the terrifying presence disappeared completely.

"What... What was that thing?" Liu Xuan asked, her lovely face pale with lingering fear as she stared in the direction the black shadow had vanished.

Wang Hai took a deep breath and shook his head. "I don’t know either. That aura was too terrifying. It must be a supreme demonic and evil entity."

Watching the black figure fly away, Wen Qingye felt as if a monstrous wave was crashing in his heart.

’The Witch Race!’

’Could the Witch Race still exist in this world?’

The Witch Race was one of the first races to be born between heaven and earth. Back then, their power was great enough to rival the Demon Race, which ruled the Immortal Realm. At that time, the Human Race was merely the lowest of existences.

And Wen Qingye had been born in that era. He had witnessed the rise of the Human Race, the decline of the Demon Race, and the extinction of the Witch Race.

There were two things about the Witch Race that Wen Qingye could never forget. The first was their bodies. They were born with incomparably powerful physiques, capable of devouring heaven and earth, manipulating wind, water, lightning, and thunder, moving mountains, parting seas, and reshaping the world.

The second was their legendary and powerful Witchcraft. Witchcraft was divided into many types, one of which was the Corpse-Driving Skill.

Zombies were abominations created through the Corpse-Driving Skill. It required a powerful physical body devoid of a Divine Soul, which could then be refined into a Zombie using a Secret Technique. Although Zombies used human bodies, they had no relation to humans. Their cultivation could also increase, and eventually, they could even develop their own Lingzhi.

Zombies also had a strict hierarchy: Purple Corpse, White Corpse, Green Corpse, Fur Corpse, Flying Corpse, Drought Fiend, Wandering Corpse, Hidden Corpse, and Undying Bone.

The most powerful Zombie Wen Qingye had ever seen was a Wandering Corpse from back then. When that Wandering Corpse appeared, it swept through the entire Hu Race, a branch of the Spirit Race in the Immortal Realm. The Spirit Race had to dispatch countless masters, and only after suffering untold casualties did they finally manage to kill it.

Although the Zombie just now couldn’t possibly be as powerful as that Wandering Corpse, Wen Qingye still caught sight of a layer of grayish-green fur as it leaped into the sky. According to the records, it was most likely the legendary Fur Corpse.

Based on the power of a Fur Corpse, it probably had a cultivation at the Destruction Realm Fifth Layer Heaven.

At this thought, lingering fear crept into Wen Qingye’s heart. ’It’s unclear who refined this Fur Corpse, which is likely why it didn’t display its bloodthirsty instincts. Otherwise, all of us would be dead by now.’

"This coffin?" Shii Tangyu said at this moment, looking at Liu Xuan.

Now that the black shadow was gone, the coffin was empty. The most valuable thing before them was undoubtedly the coffin itself, made from some unknown material.

Wang Hai examined the coffin and said in a grave voice, "The material of this coffin is peculiar—extremely hard and heavy. In my opinion, it’s an excellent material for crafting a Magical Artifact. It just has some Yin Qi on the surface, but that can surely be washed away with Primordial Qi."

Liu Xuan glanced at the crowd, then reached out, tapped the coffin, and said with a smile, "The Jinfeng Ancient Country will take this coffin. Of course, we won’t take it for free. How about one Jade Green Fruit for each of you?"

Hearing Liu Xuan’s offer, everyone’s eyes lit up.

A Jade Green Fruit was a Junior-Level Emperor Grade Spirit Fruit, an excellent treasure for enhancing one’s cultivation and solidifying one’s foundation.

According to legend, there was a Jade Tree in the Imperial Palace of the Jinfeng Ancient Country. It required experts of the Yin-Yang Realm to continuously channel their Primordial Qi into it day and night to promote its growth, allowing for a harvest only once every three years.

The old man from the Heaven-Burying Sect finally squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "Fine. I agree."

"Since the Eldest Princess has made such an offer, how could we dare to refuse?" Tang Rui said, suppressing his delight as he cupped his fist.

Shii Tangyu remained silent for a long moment before finally agreeing as well.

Wen Qingye, of course, paid the coffin no mind. Since a Fur Corpse had already resided in it, even the finest material was now useless. After all, the Fur Corpse would return.

Thinking of this, Wen Qingye gave Liu Xuan a deep look and nodded.

Seeing that everyone had agreed, Liu Xuan flicked her sleeve, and several Jade Boxes flew toward them.

Tang Rui caught the Jade Box and chuckled. "Excellent. In that case, our trip tonight was not in vain. We’ll take our leave now."

Afterward, Shii Tangyu, Wang Hai, and the old man from the Heaven-Burying Sect also rose and departed one by one.

As Shii Tangyu left, he shot Wen Qingye a death glare, a murderous intent flaring in his heart.

"Eldest Princess, I will take my leave as well," Wen Qingye said, cupping his fist as he also prepared to depart.

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