The Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin screeched across the starry sky, echoing through the universe. It pulled a bronze coffin as big as a mountain, swirling in the silent black fog, emanating a world-ending aura.
Inside the coffin surprisingly lay... himself.
To be precise, a corpse identical to Jiang Hui.
Whether it was his appearance or anything else, no differences could be found.
The corpse's eyes were tightly shut; its face pale without any trace of color, as white as paper. Its strikingly unreal facial features were seemingly sculpted by the heavens. Its slender hands hung by the sides, unmoving. A strong aura of death engulfed the corpse, yet it gave off an illusion that it might awaken any moment.
Such a scene was nothing but eerie...
Jiang Hui himself could not help but underestimate it.
