The sky was still a gloomy expanse, and a boundless blood-red mist hung in the air like a bolt of crimson gauze reeking of gore.
The familiar Corpse Saliva Valley.
The Six Golden Secret Seals had formed a bracelet around Yang An's wrist.
Yang An walked toward the valley entrance and soon arrived before the upright coffin, where he stopped.
BANG!
As expected, the coffin lid flew open and slammed onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Peeking out from the coffin was his impossibly familiar Sixth Senior Brother, his face pale, his body covered in blood and scars, a strange grin fixed on his face as he stared at Yang An.
Sallow, withered tubes extended from all over his body, connecting him to the coffin.
Yang An understood at once.
'It seems that every time I enter this place, everything inside is reset to its initial state.'
"Hehehehe..."
A strange laugh escaped Sixth Senior Brother's lips as his chest heaved, and he slowly raised a hand to point at Yang An.
