Within Mount Xianglu, mist swirled mysteriously, but this mist was all black, emanating waves of frost.
The area around the lake was already covered by ice, including the pale grass and withered trees, all layered in frost.
It appeared exceptionally cold, and in the lake, several huge chains spanned across, with a coffin bound in the middle by the iron chains, entirely black, and bone-chillingly cold.
It swayed continuously, causing the iron chains to clatter.
The sound was enough to send shivers down one's spine and cool one's back.
A black-robed monk stood by the lake, gazing at the coffin and the patterns that were gradually rising on it, with an inevitable look of pain in his eyes, grinding his teeth.
He was well aware that this was the Sect Hierarch elder in the coffin, urging him to offer up his essence blood and primordial spirit and let himself be resurrected.
