"How could this be?!"
Chu Ming was immensely shaken, staring again at the fragmented stone before him as if in disbelief. It still clearly bore the inscription of four characters — Tomb of Chu Ming!
After a moment, he suppressed the shock in his heart, calmly looking at the fragments before him, and slowly reached out with his right hand.
Cold, bone-chilling cold!
The fragmented stone had a penetrating chill, seeping through his skin into his flesh and blood.
"Why is this happening?" Chu Ming thought to himself, believing it might be an illusion, but the chilling sensation under his skin told him it wasn't that simple.
"Sword Emperor, do you know why this is so?"
Chu Ming asked the Sword Scripture within his Dantian, while walking to the yellowish-brown coffin behind the stone fragments. He lifted the coffin lid, and a gust of gray air blew out, the scent of decay hitting his face.
Buzz!
