Taking out an elixir from the Qiankun Bag, Song Changming swallowed it, feeling a cool sensation slowly spread within his body. The dicinal power accelerated the recovery of his exhausted body.
He glanced at the undead corpse that had been burning for a long ti until it gradually turned black, and only then did Song Changming feel at ease.
His gaze then fell upon the high platform at the innermost part of the ancient tomb.
The ancient coffin still lay quietly, with no motion coming from it.
"I’ll go." Song Changping stopped the still slightly weak Song Changming and stepped forward without further ado.
Song Chang’an stayed protective at Song Changming’s side, as they both noticed his exhaustion.
However, in reality, Song Changming wasn’t so weak that he lost his combat capability; he still had self-preservation abilities.
"Second Brother, let’s go and take a look, too." Song Changming said, signaling Song Chang’an to be at ease as he was fine.
The two followed Song Changping to the ancient coffin and looked up carefully.
As Xiaojin said, the Corpse Transformation Technique was inscribed on this ancient coffin.
There was no need to search more, as the four sides of the coffin were neatly carved with ancient words, like a long Buddhist scripture.
"Got it!" Song Changming noticed and murmured.
"What’s written up there? I don’t recognize any of it," Song Chang’an asked, puzzled.
Song Changping also looked toward Song Changming.
In the past, Lou Baoqiu taught them martial techniques but never taught them literacy skills.
Therefore, these ancient words of the Ancient Abyss Country ant nothing to him.
In fact, even Song Changming, who had specially studied them, found it incredibly difficult to understand.
"These are words even older than common ancient characters..." After a long observation, Song Changming finally said, frowning.
In the Ancient Abyss Country, claid as the origin of all things, the history of the Human Race’s domination lasted over tens of thousands of years!
During this extensive era, countless ancient characters were created, so still passed down, while others disappeared into the river of history, only glimpsed in excavated relics, revealing these lost characters.
The most learned contemporary linguists wouldn’t dare claim understanding of every ancient word of the Human Race, let alone Song Changming.
While examining them one by one, he could only grasp a small fraction of the scripture, with the rest being uncertain or completely incomprehensible.
However, this did not daunt him.
He released Xiaojin, the Mountain Ginseng Spirit of over five thousand years, which had seen much and recognized many, translating about seventy to eighty percent of the characters on the ancient coffin.
Because of this, Xiaojin could identify the scripture as the Corpse Transformation Technique back in the day.
"These are the writings from Miao Province, roughly from four thousand years ago if I rember correctly..." Xiaojin examined closely, even brushing its tendrils over the engraved characters several tis.
Song Changming first transcribed the entire ancient writing, then annotated the anings translated by Xiaojin.
Of course, once outside, he would seek more ancient docunts for verification and ensure accuracy before attempting to let his two brothers cultivate the technique.
As for himself, he had no interest in becoming an undead corpse.
Even the supposed immortality of an undead, the ultimate seduction of life, held no allure for Song Changming.
To him, lifespan was rely a fluctuating number.
Besides, regardless of whether the undead were truly immortal, he could achieve such a state by maintaining his current condition, rendering additional efforts unnecessary.
After making the drafts, Song Changming then had his two brothers morize the Corpse Transformation Technique.
His gaze shifted to the coffin itself.
The ancient coffin was large, about the size of two combined large beds, without knowing who it was ant for.
The coffin lid was tightly sealed with no sign of being opened before.
Song Changming used his spiritual power to closely cover and observe the ancient coffin.
There were no intricate chanisms, no unique energy fluctuations, and spiritual perception couldn’t penetrate the coffin.
Without opening it, the situation inside remained unknown.
"So, do we open it?" Song Changping, after morizing the Corpse Transformation Technique, turned and asked Song Changming, who was still scrutinizing the ancient coffin.
"We have been in this ancient tomb for quite a while," Song Changming hesitated slightly.
The situation inside the coffin was unclear, and they had achieved their goal of obtaining the Corpse Transformation Technique, so was there any need to open the coffin?
But if it contained rare items and opportunities, leaving it closed might allow future visitors to claim them soon after.
If not guarded by the undead, anything in the coffin would likely be taken.
"Open it!"
Ultimately, Song Changming followed his heart, not wanting to leave without uncovering the mystery.
He reached out to touch the coffin’s surface, finding it smooth and heavy, with no roughness.
It was unknown what wood it was made from, but it was exceedingly hard, withstanding a knife without damage.
Song Changming then attempted to move the coffin lid.
His first effort failed, confirming that the lid wasn’t sealed shut, so he exerted more force and tried again.
The layers of his power unfurled.
The Power of One Elephant, Five Elephant Power, Power of first Dragon, Power of Three Dragons!
As Song Changming exerted, the protective runes carved into the ground beneath his feet began to glow from the force.
The coffin lid finally loosened, rumbling as dust fell from its sides, as if it hadn’t been opened since being sealed.
"At least it can be opened." Song Changming sighed in relief.
To be safe, before completely opening it, he instructed his two brothers to leave the underground tomb first.
If anything went awry, they could withdraw imdiately.
Even if the worst should happen, he could expend a life to restart.
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