Mo Hua saw the bluish-gray evil thoughts slowly sprouting above Mr. Hui’s head, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
...
Afterward, everyone prepared to open the coffin.
Thirty minutes later, everything was ready.
In the deep pit, before the bright yellow bronze coffin.
Mr. Hui took a sip of the bright red chicken blood wine, bolstered his courage, dispelled the evil qi, and said in a deep voice, "Open the coffin."
As soon as the words fell, the surrounding yin energy grew even heavier.
Mr. Hui activated the Formation, set the Mo Line, and used Spiritual Rice Water on his forehead to activate the Yellow Jade Blood Pattern Talisman on the bronze coffin.
A layer of light barrier, hazy and indistinct, rose up, enclosing everyone along with the bronze coffin.
These characters, neither entirely formation nor rune, seemed like some kind of aphorism, containing mysterious power, suppressing the bronze coffin.
"Remove the nails!" Mr. Hui commanded again.
Stone, along with two other black-robed men and an elderly black-robed cultivator, altogether four people, immediately leaped onto the bronze coffin, occupying the four corners, pried open the lock with jade, poured royal water, and then used the Golden Core Power to forcibly remove the four coffin nails from the corners of the bronze coffin.
Without the coffin nails, the bright yellow bronze coffin was unsealed. .
The yin energy and death energy from the coffin began to seep out.
Everyone present felt uneasy; even Mo Hua felt a slight chill despite being far away, causing goosebumps to rise on his skin.
Cold sweat appeared on Mr. Hui’s palms, but he still braced himself with full concentration and said in a deep voice,
"Open!"
Then the four of them no longer hesitated and slowly lifted the bronze coffin lid.
An intense stench of decay immediately wafted out, with yin energy spreading like frost, turning the entire deep pit into a chilling ice cellar as if it were the coldest winter.
Mr. Hui fought the palpitations and glanced inside the coffin, then his pupils shook, leaving him speechless.
The rest of the group glanced into the coffin and also fell silent.
From afar, Mo Hua felt the chilling yin energy, followed by an eerie silence, prompting his curiosity, so he leaned forward to look.
From a distance, he couldn’t see clearly.
So he climbed onto a nearby corridor roof, looked down from above into the coffin, and upon seeing it, Mo Hua’s expression changed, feeling nauseated.
Inside the respectable and elegant bronze coffin, lay a pile of corpses.
These corpses, dirty and decaying, with severed limbs stacked like discarded mud, were piled within the luxuriously decorated bright yellow bronze coffin.
It was a shocking sight to behold.
Leaving everyone momentarily speechless.
Mr. Hui’s expression turned extremely grim as he turned to those black-robed cultivators, coldly asking,
"Is this the so-called Great Wilderness royal tomb you mentioned?"
Everywhere in sight, the tomb contained no treasure at all but a heap of malformed, decaying corpses.
The black-robed cultivators remained calm, yet they stayed silent.
The atmosphere turned somewhat eerie.
At this moment, Mo Hua’s pupils trembled.
He felt a faint trace of... the Taoist Demon’s aura from amidst these corpses, from the dense death and yin energy.
"Be careful!" Mo Hua shouted.
Before the words finished, the bright yellow bronze coffin trembled.
The rotting corpses, twisted limbs, and muddy flesh began to vibrate slightly, then gradually wriggled, twisted, and converged towards the center. Flesh wove together, forming a huge "flesh and blood statue".
With a terrifying roar, a powerful, twisted breath burst forth in all directions.
Everyone’s complexion changed instantly.