The Dune Lord looked at the crystal coffin and let out a long sigh.
A bitter smile appeared on its face.
"Lord Richard… Something has stripped my power off."
Helplessness engulfed the Dune Lord's eyes.
"Right now, we can't open the crystal coffin."
Richard frowned.
"Tell me the way."
The lord of the dunes exchanged its chips for its life. It didn't hesitate and said.
"Use fresh blood as a guide and soul as a key..." Its tone became complicated.
"Then, I'll use the power of yellow sand to enter the crystal coffin. And I could communicate with that plane's will and enter that plane."
The power of the yellow sand was the foundation it relied on to survive. The Dune Lord lost it.
It had personally set up the method to open it, but it could no longer open itself.
They said it was a great irony.
