In the place Luo Qingtong's gaze landed, an incredibly large Purple Gold Coffin, occupying almost one-third of the room, appeared before her.
The lid of the Bronze Coffin was not covered, revealing a corpse inside.
It was a middle-aged man, wearing a grayish-blue robe, surrounded by a powerful and fierce aura that seemed to split the sky.
If someone else were to come in here, they might not feel anything.
But where Luo Qingtong's Blood Eyes looked, around that Purple Gold Coffin, was filled with crisscrossing spiritual energy breaths.
All emanating from within that Purple Gold Coffin.
The corpse was lifelike; if not for Luo Qingtong's Blood Eyes confirming that he genuinely no longer breathed or had any life, one might think there was a person asleep inside.
Holy King Golden Coffin!
Luo Qingtong's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the corpse lying inside that Purple Gold Coffin.
