In the valley, fairy fog lingered, and a stream tinkled.
At the center of the valley, a giant ancient tomb shone in all directions. Numerous pure white snow lotuses grew around the tomb. Multicolored lights flowed like gentle waves, and they looked like dense clouds and colored glass. The instant Ou Yangming saw them, he felt like countless mysterious great paths were swirling in his mind. Nonetheless, after sensing them carefully, the feeling disappeared as if it was an illusion. At the top of the great tomb stood a crystal coffin. It was as heavy as a mountain and gorgeous. It gathered the beauty of the entire Spiritual Realm. The lid of the coffin was tightly shut, and the inside was shrouded in fog. It was like a mysterious starry sky that could not be seen clearly.
Behind the coffin was a bronze coffin. It was stained with fresh blood, and it was something that had been left behind since ancient times.