C195 The Three Thousand Autumns of Great Dreams

"Is this the coffin of that King Level figure?" Yan Qiushui's wide eyes were fixed on the stone coffin at the center of the tomb, too apprehensive to draw any closer.

The coffin, black as pitch, lay silently at the heart of the chamber. Apart from it, the tomb was bare, devoid of any superfluous items.

Xiao Yu's expression was grave. They were facing a King Level coffin