The Power of Consciousness

Half a month passed in a flash.

Long Xianzi and Devilish Wind King had recovered from their injuries within that half a month.

"Let's go," said Saber Master as the group of five carried on their journey.

They went through a day without extraordinary incidences.

Finally, the five of them arrived at the center of the ancient castle—the castle's core.

They faced yet another cemetery.

The difference being the cemetery was much smaller than the one they previously had been as there were not as many stone coffins in the cemetery.

However, the edifice transparent stone coffins suspended in that cemetery stood tall with each being more than 10 feet long.

Jian Wushuang and the others could see through the stone coffins and observe the figures lying within from the cemetery's edge.

All of them had their eyes on one particular stone coffin before them.

A woman lying peacefully in the stone coffin.