The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 301 Water Breaks Through the Sky's Heart, a Pond Becomes a Burial Ground [Part 7]

Feng Ling and the others looked at him with confusion. Elder Kuang said in a deep voice, "It is said that there are only nine passages leading to the Nine Infant Palace, the true dwelling place of the Nine Infant Demon. These nine passages correspond to the nine celestial and terrestrial tentacles of the Nine Infant Demon, hence the name Nine-Spinning Arms. A thousand years ago, nine powerful predecessors from Fierce Ghost City sacrificed their entire lives to suppress one of the Nine-Spinning Arms in order to stop the Nine Infant Demon from slaughtering all living beings. As for how to open these Nine-Spinning Arm passages, there are rune annotations in the scroll, but I have never been able to understand it for many years. I hope you can decipher the mystery!"

At this point, Boss Kuang gave Feng Ling a meaningful look, and Kuang Tu and Ye Jin also realized that it was because he couldn't solve the problem that he generously offered it as a favor to deliver water.

"I will do my best to protect you, senior!" As he unfurled the scroll, strange golden runes rippled and undulated, emanating a suction force. Feng Ling immediately merged a wisp of his divine sense into it.

The golden light emanating from the scroll talisman shone even brighter, making Feng Ling's tall figure appear even more majestic and sacred, like a divine manifestation of heaven and earth, causing everyone to unconsciously feel a sense of worship.

“This situation seems a little different…” Old Kuang frowned as he looked at the scene in front of him, a strange look flashing in his eyes. What he didn’t tell Feng Ling was that he had once gone to the Nine Infant Palace through another Nine-Turned Arm and almost lost his life.

Everyone's eyes were on Feng Ling, and no one noticed the runes on the surface of the huge coffin in the center of the square, which were flashing and reflecting a dark golden light, faintly echoing the light of the scroll.

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The sound of the Dao was vast and indistinct, the surrounding space twisted and changed, and the scene before our eyes turned from pitch black to light...

Before his eyes was a strange space filled with stars. Feng Ling's divine sense wandered aimlessly in this space, feeling neither the restraint of gravity nor the passage of time.

This state lasted for an unknown period of time before a huge, dark golden coffin appeared out of nowhere, dimming the surrounding stars and giving Feng Ling a strange feeling that it had existed there since time immemorial.

"This coffin must be at the core of this space, and the person buried in the plaza must be the same one!"

Feng Ling pondered for a moment before knocking on the giant coffin. The coffin in front of him was made of hard material and had a clear, resonant sound. Apart from not being bound by lightning chains, it was exactly the same as the one in the square outside. There must be some connection between the two.

Perhaps only by opening the museum can the answer be revealed, but doing so seems inappropriate... Just as Feng Ling hesitated, wondering whether to defy public opinion and force the museum to open,

"Boom, boom..."

The giant coffin suddenly emitted a buzzing sound, as if it understood the thoughts of the person in front of it. The coffin lid opened by itself, revealing a figure inside.

No! To be precise, he sat up!

"Who are you?" Feng Ling was so shocked that a chill ran through his body, and he immediately stepped back to be on guard. He now understood how Ling Chi and Ling Han felt when they saw him crawl out of the coffin.

"Who are you...who are you...who are you..."

The sound echoed in the strange space, but the figure on the other side did not respond.

Feng Ling calmed himself down and frowned as he looked closely: it was a dignified woman in palace attire with clear, bright eyes and slightly curved eyelashes fluttering gently.

From Feng Ling's perspective,
It was as if she were watching him.

Although her appearance was not particularly exquisite, she possessed a natural air of heroism in her eyes and brows, especially with the faint, purplish-gold plum blossom mark on her forehead.

Feng Ling's long-awaited foundation and legacy have arrived! An epic journey to become the overlord is about to begin!
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(End of this chapter)