Within the tomb, an ancient coffin was laid out.
The mighty sword force emanated from within the coffin.
Xiaotian came to the front of the coffin, pushed with both hands, and the heavy lid moved slowly open like a mountain being shifted.
When the lid was completely opened, Xiaotian looked inside and saw a young man with an outstanding demeanor lying there, dressed in the robes of an emperor, exuding the air of nobility. Even after many years in death, he still commanded awe.
Beside the young man, a completely dark sword was placed, from the blade to the scabbard, to the hilt, utterly dark. This darkness was unlike any ordinary darkness, which is simply devoid of light, this sword's darkness carried a chilling force.
This darkness was of an ultimate kind.
It was the Eternal Night Sword.
Looking at the Eternal Night Sword before him, Xiaotian felt a surge of elation, reached out to grasp it, intending to lift it.
