Ninth-level fairy

This answer cannot be guessed until everything is revealed.

The spring disappeared and the water receded.

A pale woman emerged from the copper coffin, staring at Du Fang with gentle eyes, then smiled faintly.

This smile seemed to have completely captured Du Fang's soul.

Du Fang's whole mind began to become dull. He seemed to be awake, yet confused. His face was constantly struggling, but his body was walking towards the coffin.

Chang Qingzi wanted to stop it, but suddenly he found that there was a strong and shocking pressure surrounding him. If he moved, his body would be completely crushed.

Chang Qingzi didn't dare to move. The pressure was more terrifying than that of a sword cultivator at the peak of the ninth realm.

Cold sweat rolled down his forehead like soybeans.

Chang Qingzi just watched as Du Fang touched the coffin with his hand, and then his face turned extremely pale.

At this time, Du Fang's body was no longer controlled by his own intelligence.

The shadow on the coffin has completely awakened the evil spirit of the banshee in his mind.

Du Fang vaguely felt that the woman in the coffin was someone very close to him.

There was a voice deep in his heart calling him, drawing him forward.

Almost subconsciously, Du Fang himself didn't know why he would do such a move. He gently cut his palm and dripped his blood into the middle of the coffin, on the strange pattern of a dragon coiling and a tiger lying down.

It seems that only those with true immortal blood can open this coffin.

As the blood flowed into the patterns on the coffin, suddenly, the patterns connected around it suddenly lit up. The fairy blood flowing into the patterns seemed to suddenly come to life in that instant.

Swimming in every line like a flying phoenix and a soaring dragon.

These strange patterns were like demons from the abyss. They had not had a full meal for a long time and were madly sucking the fairy blood from Du Fang's fingertips.

The color of the pattern became darker and darker, as if this blood was the most delicious delicacy in the world, attracting countless ghosts and evil gods.

Looking at such a horrifying scene in front of him, Chang Qingzi did feel a little happy at first. This annoying smart little devil was finally going to be sucked dry.

But soon, he seemed to have thought of something, and immediately rushed over frantically, screaming: "No, don't let her out!"

Before Chang Qingzi could leap out, he was knocked back by the light curtain. This knock made him dizzy and he fell to the ground, still shouting: "No, don't let it out! If it comes out, we will all die!"

This sixth sense made Chang Qingzi feel an extremely terrifying and frightening aura.

This aura and pressure definitely do not belong to this world. It seems like the terrifying aura that only immortals, Taoist ancestors, immortal masters, or even demon kings and ghosts in the ancient times have.

however--

At this time, Du Fang was standing inside the white light curtain and could not hear any sound from outside.

Du Fang's face in the light curtain became paler and paler, and he seemed to want to retract his hand, but suddenly he found that those strange patterns were like a black vortex, spinning faster and faster, constantly sucking in the blood around him.

Du Fang's body had begun to tremble weakly. At this moment, a very thin and light voice suddenly came from the dark underground.

Amidst the increasingly louder "click" and "click" sounds, the mysterious copper coffin was finally opened, and the coffin lid floated up, revealing the true appearance of the coffin.

A beam of white light suddenly burst out from the coffin.

This ray of white light contained the power of thunder and lightning. Du Fang's body suddenly felt like it was electrocuted and was struck away.

He gasped loudly a few times, then, supported by a strong pull in his heart, stood up again. He took a few steps forward and looked into the coffin.

At this glance, Du Fang's body suddenly stiffened, and the expression on his face seemed to be instantly frozen by the cold ice.

Shock, horror, disbelief, ecstasy, all kinds of complicated expressions passed through his face one by one.

Du Fang started remembering things very early and could remember most things when he was three years old.

Especially those unforgettable and most profound scenes in life.

Fourteen years ago, he was three years old.

On that rainy night, in the three thatched houses of Dujiakanzi, his mother passed away with a face full of pain.

Before he died, he still held his young hand tightly and refused to let go.

It was my eldest brother and father who took great pains to soften my mother's hand with a hot towel before they finally got her hand out. They also gently closed her eyes, which refused to close.

At just over three years old at the time, Du Fang had no idea what her mother's death meant. She simply felt a small pang of sadness, wanting to cry but unable to.

Over the past ten years, I have seen families reunited every Chinese New Year.

When he saw his friends and playmates being caressed and scolded by their mothers, he was extremely envious in his heart.

Whether it was a clear summer night or the early morning of a winter snow-covered mountain, he woke up quietly, tears still welling up in his eyes. The loving mother in his dream seemed so close, yet so far away.

Until he entered the spiritual world, this feeling of longing began to fade, and the memory of his mother became more and more vague and distant.

But at this moment, the mother whom he had missed for many years when he was a child was lying in front of him.

Youth is like quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

In the purple copper coffin, my mother's face was cold, stunning, and beautiful beyond words. Her figure was slender and graceful, with nine faint wisps of smoke floating from her body.

Du Fang knew that the nine wisps of smoke were three souls and seven spirits, and there was a main soul in the body that ensured the body would not decay.

At this time, the loving mother had her eyes closed and her lips pursed, as if she was in pain even in her sleep.

Du Fang felt a pain in his heart and tears streamed down his face.

He stretched out his hand desperately, as if wanting to touch his mother's face which was slightly in pain.

However, when his fingertips stopped three feet above the face, he suddenly felt like he was bitten by a sharp insect.

It was a very small Xuanmen sword formation.

Du Fang quickly retracted his hand. He saw with his own eyes that three feet above his mother's face, there was a pale white blood wall as crystal clear as jade. The blood was so thin that it was almost transparent. Above that layer of blood wall, dark green air swords were densely packed and floating.

The small air swords were placed irregularly, but they looked like a small sword formation.

Du Fang knew that this light curtain and blood wall was used to prevent the soul from escaping, while the sword formation was used to deal with tomb robbers who destroyed the coffin.

He felt sad. He was so close to his mother, but he still couldn't touch her beautiful face. He couldn't help sobbing out of sadness.

The loving mother in the coffin had her hands crossed and placed flat on her abdomen, holding a green jade tablet on her belly.

There were two characters engraved on it in large seal script:

——Qingyao