That thick ancient coffin, under the small world’s force wielded by Li Mo, was finally shaken.
Though the speed of moving it wasn’t fast.
But ultimately, what was once thought immovable, was now being gradually opened inch by inch.
Yun Meng Xian was still in a daze. Being sealed here for so many years, not even with both their wits combined, could they have imagined that this young pair—one not even from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths realm—would be the ones to do it.
And the other, one who had already cultivated to ‘her’ level of essence and spirit, had…
Fell for a mortal!
“From what time did the beings of the Eighth Realm have to bow and scrape to me?! Do you think you can make me silent again?!”
The Heavenly Phoenix Domain’s turmoil grew more intense. The existence inside seemed to have changed its shape.
Gnarled black hands pierced through the light, as if trying to break free.
This wasn’t Yun Meng Xian breaking free from his bonds.
It was more like a prisoner in a cage, reaching out to the outside world.
Suddenly, the black, ink-like hands stretched longer, rushing toward Li Mo who was moving the coffin, attempting to drag him forcibly into the cage.
But a cold figure burning with phoenix feathers appeared, blocking Li Mo just in time.
“Such a gathering of power has turned you into this.”
Ying Bing let out a slow sigh.
The Divine Sword Moonshadow appeared in her palm. The sword’s light dimmed her frost-like beauty as her figure seemed to meld into the dark moonlight.
Without warning, one of the long hands was cleanly severed.
But more hands kept coming.
She danced among them like an elf in the shadow of time, swift as a fleeting ray of light, yet elegant and serene despite the chaos.
Swish, swish, swish—
The weird long hands were severed one by one, falling onto the Crystal Palace grounds before turning into scattering ashes.
Bang—
Suddenly, a massive, dull sound echoed, causing the entire Crystal Palace to shudder three times.
In mid-air, ‘Qin Yuzhi’s’ expression twisted slightly.
That was the sound of the coffin hitting the ground.
The figure lying inside looked exactly like the ‘Qin Yuzhi’ in the air.
“Still has a bit of breath left.”
Li Mo reached out to check her pulse.
Some powerful individuals would seal themselves inside special coffins, lying dormant as they waited for the arrival of a grand era.
So Qin Yuzhi’s physical form seemed merely asleep.
The Heavenly Fate Divine Eyes swept over.
[Name: Qin Yuzhi]
[Age: 35 (6640)]
[Bone Quality: Utpal Dream Bone]
[Realm: Early Palm Mystic (once Semi-Step Immortal Realm)]
[Heavenly Fate: Golden]
[Assessment: The last head of the Yun Meng Hall’s Huanmo Sect. After realizing the awakening of the Yun Meng Ancestral God within her, she constructed the Yun Meng Palace, trying to have her spirit enter the Heavenly Phoenix Domain, but at the same moment, Yun Meng Xian’s consciousness awakened and they clashed.
In the final struggle within the Heavenly Phoenix Domain, she was split into two.
One half was used by her, burning her own ‘Dream Path,’ to create a cage, imprisoning Yun Meng Xian’s consciousness. Both she and her physical body were then sealed within the coffin.]
[Recent Occurrence: Sleeping, she dreamed about playing Mahjong.]
“Li Mo, wake her up!”
Ying Bing’s crisp voice came over.
Reality is the end of dreams.
Even if Yun Meng Xian had not replaced Qin Yuzhi completely.
“Come on, wake up!”
Li Mo grabbed her collar and vigorously shook her as if wanting to stir the very essence of her soul.
Her brain might as well be scrambled by now, and still, the leader of the Huan Shen Sect slept like a dead pig.
Slap! Slap!
The sharp sound of a slap.
Tian Miao: “…”
Bro, why are you really hitting her?
Extraordinary measures for extraordinary times.
The God Hammer Little Overlord in the future could truthfully say that he slapped the face of the Huanmo Sect’s ancestor—it made complete sense.
Qin Yuzhi’s cheeks turned red and even a little swollen, but despite that, she showed no signs of waking.
“Hmm?”
Li Mo noticed with his peripheral vision that in the corner of the coffin was a tile, a red ‘Zong’ tile.
Mahjong?
Little Li’s brilliance of genius kicked in. Leaning close to her ear, he said,
“Grandmaster, your eighteen arhats are about to win!”
“….”
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Qin Yuzhi’s eyelids fluttered, and her lips curled up at the corners.
“Not my fault… I stole your win!”
Roared Li Mo loud.
“!”
Qin Yuzhi sprung up from the coffin like some undead, eyes snapping open, filled with fear and confusion.
“No… no…”
“My eighteen arhats!”
At her waking moment, the ‘Qin Yuzhi’ figure in the air began to dissolve.
The Heavenly Phoenix Domain froze instantly, and its chaos and upheaval ceased.
Before dispersing completely, ‘Qin Yuzhi’ looked hard at the ice chunk holding the Moonshadow, as radiant as a goddess under the moon, then at Li Mo and burst into laughter:
“Hahahaha… If the one who once said that the universe is indifferent, and the great path is unpredictable awakens… and finds she has fallen for a mortal, I wonder how her face would look!”
“We, of the Nine Heavens, can withstand the other eight single-handedly.”
“She will wake up someday.”
Li Mo stood up sharply. He had a bad feeling.
What was Yun Meng Xian going to do?!
In the next second.
Before disappearing, ‘Qin Yuzhi’ forcefully caused the Heavenly Phoenix Domain to crash down!
The splendid myriad phenomena drilled into Ying Bing’s brow center.
Her sacred patterns, increasingly radiant and moon-like, suddenly illuminated.
Myriad divine lights surged forth in layers.
Ying Bing became the center of the world, sacred and cold, like the only existence in the heavens…
Outside.
The powerful energy rolling out made the Crystal Palace radiate with splendor, like a newborn sun appearing in the horizon.
The entire tomb was shaking.
“What happened?”
The teams from the Huanmo Sect and the Da Yu dynasty were all gazing towards the Crystal Palace.
Though tense and prepared to fight, they maintained some distance.
No matter what divine legacy or secret treasure was within the Crystal Palace, it hadn’t yet been revealed, and there were still variables.
“The divine artifact of the Crystal Palace chose someone?”
Tan Zhuyin had bl**d in his palm from clutching so hard, drops dripping through his fingers.
He paid such a great price.
He even called someone uncle.
Would it all be for others’ benefit in the end?
Sighing, Luo Yexian muttered again, “If only Elder Brother of the upper realms were here…”
From the opposing side:
“The energy here seems to have the same origin as the City of Divine Beings…”
The gray-haired elder, called Emperor Grand-uncle by Jiang Yu, his eyes glittered with sharp intensity.
He wielded the ‘Thunder Punishment’ Dao.
He could break into the Crystal Palace with force, but he feared damaging the divine artifact.
“By Emperor Grand-uncle’s estimation, who obtained the legacy?”
Jiang Yu, his hands behind his back, his white scholarly robe fluttering in the wind.
“The girl has a greater likelihood.”
Emperor Grand-uncle chuckled, “The inner view of the palace, if what is within is what the City of Divine Beings lacks…”
“Whoever obtains it, we will keep them here.”
…
Meanwhile.
Inside the Crystal Palace.
Li Mo stared in a daze at the Ice Chunk who became a literal manifestation of the phrase ‘Mistress of Perfection,’ making anyone feel unworthy just by looking at her.
A notification sound echoed in his ears:
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[You have an investment feedback reward waiting to be claimed.]
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