C67 Ten-direction Divine Coffin

"Oh my God!"

Jiang Xiaofan's scream pierced the air as he stumbled backward in shock.

In the dimly lit room, the flickering candlelight danced with the passing of a chilling breeze, sending whisps of smoke into the air.

"Thud!"

An ancient, withered hand suddenly clutched the edge of the stone coffin. Accompanied by a rustling sound, the old man within began to sit up slowly