At the end of the stone steps was a spacious hall with a huge pillar in the center, carved with lifelike dragons. A strong sense of oppression emanated from the top of the hall.

Everyone stood there in silence.

"Go in!"

The aged voice rang out again, but its tone revealed a deep sense of helplessness and sorrow.

The group looked at each other, then stepped into the main hall.

In the center of the main hall stands a jade coffin, its sides carved with many strange patterns, giving it a mysterious appearance. Several luminous pearls are also inlaid on the coffin lid.

The crowd stood before the coffin, not daring to approach, fearing they might damage the ancient patterns or disturb the sleeping soul.

An old man stood beside the coffin. He looked to be around sixty years old and was dressed in coarse linen clothes, appearing very ordinary.

However, everyone only felt an invisible pressure.

This pressure was immense, as if everything in the world was under his control, and he was like the ruler of heaven and earth.

He stood quietly in place, looking directly at the crowd, as if observing their situation.

After his gaze swept over everyone, they couldn't help but shiver and even found it difficult to breathe.

After a long silence, the old man finally spoke:

"Open the coffin!"

Upon hearing the old man's words, everyone's hearts skipped a beat, seemingly not expecting that the old man would actually ask them to open the coffin...

Seeing their hesitation, the old man continued:

“I can’t touch physical objects, so I’d like to ask you to help me open it… Inside… is my master…”

Upon hearing the old man's explanation, everyone felt a strange sense of relief and unconsciously followed his instructions, slowly opening the coffin...

As soon as the coffin was opened, a faint white smoke immediately wafted out.

Everyone looked at the white-clad young man lying in the coffin. He looked to be only in his early twenties, with chubby cheeks, long eyelashes that covered his eyes, and full, red lips that made people want to kiss him.

The boy wore a silver wristband, which looked very simple and unadorned.

The old man stretched out his withered hand and gently stroked the coffin lid, but his palm passed right through it.

The boy's brows furrowed slightly, as if he were in some pain.

The old man felt extremely distressed upon seeing this and quickly withdrew his hand.

The old man glanced at the coffin beside him, then looked at the crowd and said:

Do you know what this coffin represents?

No one understood what he meant. The old man continued:

"This coffin is a product of the beginning of time, and it can be said to be the first coffin that heaven and earth have created. It was transformed from the spine of a true dragon. This true dragon once had a connection with this white-robed youth, who is also my master, which is why they have such a deep bond."

"The master is now dead, but the coffin is perfectly preserved. This is because the master attached his soul to the coffin before he died, and the coffin now carries the master's will."

"The master also hopes that one day this treasure can see the light of day again; he does not want it to disappear forever."

The old man glanced at the white-robed youth inside the coffin and continued speaking to the crowd:

"And your arrival is the time to help the master fulfill his wish."

Upon hearing the old man's words, the group exchanged bewildered glances, as this was the first time they had encountered such a strange situation.

Their arrival here also seems to have been inexplicable...

"May I ask, senior, is it all thanks to your guidance that we were able to get here?"

A boy mustered his courage and said.

"certainly."

The old man nodded and continued:

"This is a consciousness left behind by the master. I only used this consciousness to manipulate you to come here."

The old man looked at everyone with a smile, seemingly somewhat gratified.

"Our master is human, and you are human too, which means you are of the same kind as our master. Moreover, you all have the aptitude for cultivation, which is why we guided you here. We hope that someone can inherit our master's mantle and make this continent more prosperous and flourishing."

"You mean...we can take this coffin with us?"

"good!"

The old man nodded.

"I can only help with his belongings by relying on the master's will, but his belongings are to be inherited by you, so you must decide for yourselves whether you are willing to accept the master's belongings?"

Everyone was stunned, unsure of what to do.

Reason told them that there's no such thing as a free lunch, so they shouldn't make that decision...

Seeing the crowd's hesitation, the old man, for the first time ever, burst into laughter:

"You were right not to make a choice, because nothing in this world is that simple! And there are no treasures that come easily! If you had made a choice, you would now be corpses, forever resting here..."

His seemingly calm tone sent a chill down everyone's spine.

I couldn't help but secretly rejoice that I had made the right choice.

The old man smiled and said again:

"As a reward for your lack of greed, you may ask me some questions, and I will tell you everything I know."

Hearing the old man's words, Zhao Chen seemed to remember something and asked:

"Have you ever heard of the Land of No Birth? To be honest, we have come here in search of the Land of No Birth."

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