A moment later, a dragon-shaped coffin was laid flat in the secret chamber. The carvings on the coffin were realistic and lifelike, filled with a mystical aura, almost as if it were a real dragon!
The coffin was pale yellow, laced with signs of age. An aura containing the vicissitudes of life was slowly coursing through it. There were a few areas of wear and tear, which was surprising. Especially the dragon's head; half of it had been destroyed.
Ouyang Long grabbed onto the dragon's head, opening it up with some force. The dragon-shaped coffin slowly opened.
Creak—
A silent moan floated in the air, almost like an auditory illusion. Rich spiritual energy and mysterious power flowed out from within the coffin. Merely taking a breath could make a person feel relaxed and refreshed.
