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The world behind the door was not as dark as everyone had imagined, nor did it require torches for illumination.

"This is?"

Zhao Feng had just raised the torch when he was startled by the strange sight before him and froze in his tracks.

He subconsciously extinguished the torch, because the firelight seemed superfluous and even out of place here.

This is an extremely vast natural cave with a dome so high that the top is nowhere in sight.

The entire space was not plunged into darkness, but was shrouded in an extremely faint, eerie blue-green fluorescent light.

The light source comes from the surrounding rugged rock walls.

It seemed to be inlaid with countless tiny crystals, or perhaps it was covered with some kind of luminous moss, emitting a cold light.

The light was dim and ghostly, casting a pale green glow on everyone's faces, making them look like ghosts from the underworld.

By the eerie glow of the light, one could see that the ground inside the cave was uneven and filled with all sorts of pottery jars.

Some were as large as water vats, some had ferocious ghost faces painted on their surfaces, and some had their mouths sealed with cinnabar.

They are scattered densely in various places, waiting for countless years in this desolate underground.

However, everyone's eyes are on them!

The moment I entered, I was captivated by the breathtaking scene right in the center of the cave.

There was a huge abyss there, and no one knew where it led.

Above the abyss, a coffin floats suspended in mid-air.

It was a crystal-clear, flawless white jade coffin!

In this eerie blue-green light, the white jade coffin emitted a soft, pure white light that was both pure and eerie, as if it were the only pure land in this underworld.

Nine thick bronze chains descended from all four sides of the cave, securing the white jade coffin to its nine corners, thus suspending it steadily in mid-air.

Nine locks pull the coffin!

"That is..."

The usually taciturn old man, Mr. Liu, now had a trembling voice.

An unprecedented glint flashed in his cloudy old eyes as he stared intently at the white jade coffin.

"Is that the legendary... Jade Linglong?"

"A complete transformation, a meteoric rise to immortality..." Lei Zhen murmured to himself, unconsciously tightening his grip on the thick-backed machete in his hand.

His breathing became heavy, and his chest heaved violently.

The stale smell in the air had disappeared.

Instead, there is an extremely subtle yet exhilarating fragrance.

The white jade coffin was like a hook, stimulating the deepest desires in everyone's heart.

Zhao Feng stepped forward, his eyes bloodshot, his voice hoarse:

"This tomb is located in Linjiang, and the contents of this coffin should naturally belong to my Zhao family, so that we can use them to benefit the people of this region."

"fart!"

A loud shout interrupted Zhao Feng's words.

Lei Zhen turned his head sharply, his face no longer showing any trace of the camaraderie they had displayed just moments before.

The camaraderie forged during the escape from the insect swarm seemed to have never existed at this moment.

His face was contorted in pain, and the scar looked particularly grotesque under the blue-green light.

"What kind of bullshit Zhao family is this! If it weren't for us brothers risking our lives all this way, Zhao Feng would have been fed to the corpse beetles long ago! This treasure belongs to the capable!"

"That's right!"

Wang Meng's eyes were also bloodshot, and his blood was surging, like an enraged bull:

"I've been stuck at the peak of the Heart Fire realm for five years! Five years! The things inside will definitely help me ignite the Twin Lamps, and even break through to the Divine Peak! Anyone who dares to stop me, I'll kill them!"

Even Lei Zhen's trusted subordinates, who had always followed him, now looked at the white jade coffin with a crazed greed in their eyes.

Where is the image of us sharing weal and woe from just moments ago?

So-called alliances are as fragile as a sheet of paper in the face of absolute interests.

Something's not right.

Chen Qian stood at the very edge of the crowd, his brows furrowed.

His skill and composure kept him at the last shred of clarity, and he struggled to restrain his gaze from falling on the white jade coffin.

In his view, Zhao Feng, Lei Zhen, Wang Meng... these people were in extremely strange states.

Their pupils dilated, their breathing became rapid, and the veins on their necks bulged.

It was as if I had taken some kind of hallucinogenic aphrodisiac, or as if something had amplified the obsession in my heart.

"This change is too big."

Chen Qian felt a chill run down his spine.

While it's true that people die for money, this is too direct and too blatant, without any transition or concealment.

"Is it the scent? Or the light? There's a big problem!"

Chen Qian subconsciously held his breath and quietly stepped back, trying to hide himself in the shadow of the rock wall.

Regardless of the type, it's best not to make a move before fully understanding the situation.

"Since we both want it, let's see whose knife is faster!"

Zhao Feng launched his attack suddenly, without any warning.

"kill!"

"Clang!"

The glint of a blade flashed in the dark cave, cold and piercing.

Zhao Feng wielded his wild goose feather saber with wide, sweeping strokes, aiming straight for Lei Zhen's head, who was closest to him.

No nonsense, no hesitation, the move is a killing blow!

"clang!"

Although Lei Zhen was fanatical, he still retained his instincts as the deputy head of the martial arts school.

At the critical moment, he parried with his broadsword, the thick-backed blade colliding with the goose-feather blade, sparking a string of sparks.

"Zhao Feng! You hypocrite! I've put up with you for far too long!"

Lei Zhen roared and swung his sword down with a backhand motion.

It was powerful and heavy, accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind.

Meanwhile, the melee beside the two had already reached a fever pitch.

Zhao Hu, like a mad tiger, relentlessly pursued a renowned martial arts master at the Heartfire Realm.

The two men had already lost their weapons in the earlier clash, and now they were wrestling together like street thugs.

Zhao Hu's fingers even dug deep into the other man's eye socket, blood gushing out wildly from the back of his hand, but his face only showed a ferocious pleasure.

On the other side, the Iron-Blooded Marquis, Old Master Liu, revealed his true, ferocious nature.

This usually kind and gentle elder had now turned his iron fists into deadly weapons.

The martial arts expert opposite him had just punched him in the chest, but Old Master Liu neither dodged nor avoided it, taking the blow head-on.

Then his hand shot out like a hook and gripped the other man's throat tightly.

"Snap!"

With a crisp crack, the expert's throat bone shattered instantly, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

Old Master Liu casually tossed the corpse into the abyss without even glancing at it, his gaze greedily turning towards the center.

Just then, a burly figure took advantage of the chaos of the battle and rushed to the edge of the abyss.

It's the Iron-Armed Tiger, Wang Meng!

"Hahaha! A bunch of idiots! This thing is mine!"

Wang Meng let out a wild laugh.

He stomped his feet hard on the ground, leaped into the air, and precisely grabbed a hanging bronze chain.

Although he was tall, he was as agile as a monkey at that moment.

Using both hands and feet, they quickly climbed up the chains towards the suspended white jade coffin.

"Stop him!"

"Don't let him touch the coffin!"

Upon seeing this, the people who were fighting instantly turned red with rage.

Even Zhao Feng and Lei Zhen, who were locked in a fierce battle, simultaneously sheathed their swords at this moment with remarkable tacit understanding.

Then, without prior arrangement, they all pulled out hidden weapons from their pockets and hurled them fiercely at Wang Meng in mid-air!

"Whoever dares to act first will die!"