The group's gazes then fell upon the coffin in the middle. Seeing Jing Teng reach out, Qiu Honglei couldn't help but swallow hard: "Wouldn't it be inappropriate to disturb his rest like this?"
Even Zhao Hao became wary. It was one thing if there were no restrictions in other places outside, but how could the most important part of the coffin be missing? Did the Immortal Lord Baopu not fear that his body would be defiled by later generations?
Jing Teng shook his head: "It's alright."
As they spoke, the coffin lid was pushed open, and everyone could vaguely see a glimmer of fire. They were taken aback. How could there be fire inside the coffin?
As the coffin lid was slowly pushed open, the group finally saw what the flames were.
A single flame floated quietly at the head of the coffin, and a small wick could be faintly seen within it.
However, there was no light or energy source like lamp oil, and the coffin should have been a sealed space, so there shouldn't have been much air.
But the flame seemed to keep burning like that.
Zu An thought to himself that Newton must be turning in his grave!
Although I know that these worlds of cultivation are full of wonders that cannot be understood from the perspective of science from a previous life, what I am seeing is still too outrageous.
Qiu Honglei's heart stirred upon seeing this. As a light-elemental being who had used the Changxin Palace Lantern before, she felt a sudden surge of interest in this magical flame, as if it were something extremely important to her.
At this moment, Jing Teng had completely pushed open the coffin lid, and the flames emitted soft rays of light, illuminating the space inside the coffin clearly.
An old man lay quietly inside, wearing a seven-star crown on his head and a plain Taoist robe. Although his eyes were closed, he still exuded an air of otherworldly grace.
His skin was rosy and glowing, and he didn't look like a corpse at all; he looked more like a person who was asleep.
Even Zhao Hao took a step back. A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. If it were before, he might have been a bit arrogant, but having witnessed the power of the Ghost King, how could he not be wary when facing a Celestial Lord who was even more powerful than the Ghost King?
Jing Teng stared blankly at the Taoist priest in the coffin, his eyes seeming to become somewhat lost.
Zhao Hao hurriedly asked, "Is this the Immortal Lord Baopu?"
This was his biggest concern, because it concerned matters of destiny with the immortals.
He felt a little strange. Although this Taoist priest looked quite extraordinary, he did not have the terrifying pressure he had imagined.
"I guess so..." Jing Teng replied casually, seemingly somewhat absent-minded.
"Yes or no, what do you mean by 'should'?" Zhao Hao was very dissatisfied that she was so vague on such an important issue.
Zu An frowned. Jing Teng's condition was clearly not right, and Zhao Hao was still pressing her for answers.
Knowing that direct persuasion would likely be useless, he suddenly had an idea. He noticed a snow-white porcelain bottle next to the Taoist priest and thought that it must be something extraordinary to be placed there. He reached out and took it.
Zhao Hao was immediately drawn to the porcelain vase and stared intently at it.
When Zaun opened it, he found it contained a milky-white, translucent liquid that looked extremely viscous, like liquid jade.
"Chanwei Jade Marrow, it's actually Chanwei Jade Marrow!" Suddenly, Mi Li's excited voice rang in his mind.
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