The coffin itself didn't have anything particularly special about it.
It was entirely pitch black, as if forged from some impossibly heavy black iron.
The faint aura emanating from within was precisely what had drawn Lu Chang'sheng to this place—it came from inside that black iron coffin.
Lu Chang'sheng didn't immediately approach; instead, when he was a hundred meters from the coffin, he pointed his finger at it, and nine God Slaying Swords shot upright, pressing down atop the iron lid.
At the same time, as Chang'sheng's fingertip traced the air, countless killing formations spun into existence around the coffin, locking it in three circles at the front and three at the back.
Then, right in front of himself, he unleashed a smaller Nine Netherworld Formation…
The true Nine Netherworld Formation was anchored within the Longevity World, serving as a guardian array for that realm, and could not be easily moved.
