It turned out that to open the small coffin, Rong Tian did not need great strength or special skills. The ancient wood responded to his touch like it had been waiting centuries for the right person to find it."I hope this works," he murmured softly, pressing the panel button on the coffin with care. His fingers traced the intricate carvings that decorated the surface, each line telling stories of forgotten masters. A 'click' sound echoed as the mechanism inside moved, signaling that the coffin was ready to open.As the lid lifted, a thick, ancient aura, combined with the musty scent of something very old, immediately filled the air. The smell carried traces of sandalwood and something metallic that spoke of power long dormant.Rong Tian took a deep breath, feeling how old the object was, his lungs filling with air that seemed to carry whispers of the past. He lifted the lid with a swift motion, as if afraid that the wrong movement might damage the valuable item inside.Dim light illu

Rong Tian took a deep breath, calming his racing heart that pounded like war drums in his chest. The ancient stone walls of the abyss echoed with the sound of his controlled breathing. He kicked the sandy ground with the tip of his shoe, testing its traction against the loose grains that shifted beneath his feet.The strange sensation that had briefly enveloped his mind slowly faded, replaced by an understanding of the uniqueness of these shoes. The black leather seemed to pulse with energy that traveled up through his legs like lightning coursing through his meridians.WUUT!His body rose with astonishing speed, floating five meters in the air as if gravity had released its hold on him. The black robe he wore fluttered wildly, spreading wide like the wings of a bat about to hunt its prey at night. The fabric created a symphony of whispers as it cut through the desert wind.Then something unexpected happened that defied all logic and reason.A faint breeze, barely audible, blew past,

Since the devastating battle that shook the world over a hundred years ago, the clash between two legendary Immortals had forever altered the face of the Longhai Continent. The very air still carried traces of their immense spiritual energy, creating distortions that made the sky shimmer like heated metal.The two immortal beings, with power beyond the imagination of ordinary humans, rampaged across the battlefield that stretched across the heavens themselves. Their robes billowed with qi so dense it materialized as visible auras of light and shadow. They destroyed everything around them with techniques that rent reality itself, causing the earth to split apart and the sky to burn with unnatural flames.Their power not only tore apart the natural order but also altered the physical landscape of the Longhai Continent. Mountains crumbled like sand castles, and new peaks rose from valleys where none had existed before.The merciless battle unleashed unimaginable consequences that would e

"Kill it!" ordered Mo Zhengsheng, his voice cutting through the desert wind like a blade forged in ancient fires. The night air trembled with his commanding presence, carrying the weight of countless battles fought under starless skies.His index finger pointed straight at the mysterious bat-like creature floating in the darkness, the gesture as sharp and precise as a master archer's aim. The moonlight caught the silver rings adorning his weathered hand, each one a trophy from demons he had slain in years past.On the other side, the giant bat's wings were spread wide, forming a terrifying silhouette under the crescent moonlight. Its wingspan stretched nearly twenty feet across, casting shadows that danced like specters of death upon the sand below."Sword Formation!" Han Shan shouted, his battle cry echoing across the desolate wasteland like thunder rolling over distant mountains. His scarred face looked fierce under the night's shadow, the old wounds telling stories of countless enc

As the ten cultivators from the Red Phoenix Expedition were struck by shock, realizing that the bat-like creature was actually a human, the hairs on their necks stood on end. The desert wind carried an ominous chill that seemed to seep into their very bones, making their leather armor creak with tension.The once-calm night air suddenly grew tense, filled with a mysterious aura writhing from the figure trapped in the net. Ancient spiritual energy crackled around the bound form like invisible lightning, disturbing the natural flow of qi in the surrounding area."What's happening?" one of the cultivators' voices broke the silence, his hand instinctively moving to the curved saber at his side."What is that demonic human doing?" another asked, his eyes vigilant as he stared at the figure writhing within the net. The moonlight caught the silver threads of the binding, revealing intricate patterns woven with suppression talismans."He's trying to scare us. Let's eliminate him!" shouted a c