Eight coffins lay beneath this sphere of light, shrouded in a gloomy and tranquil atmosphere that rendered everything here exceptionally eerie.
Su Yang stood amidst the eight coffins, quietly observing his surroundings.
This was a spacious stone chamber, about the size of a basketball court.
The eight coffins were arranged according to the positions of the Bagua, within which Su Yang slowly walked, faintly sensing a force emanating from the coffins, a power that felt strangely familiar to him.
Su Yang knew he had definitely felt this force before, but for the life of him, he couldn’t recall what it was. He closed his eyes and slowly walked around the coffins, gradually tuning into the force and trying to jog his mory.
Suddenly, Su Yang’s eyes snapped open—he rembered where he had felt this force.
The protective power beneath Qinghe Academy!
When Su Yang first entered Qinghe Academy, he knew there must be sothing amiss, so he kept searching within the academy.
Indeed, Su Yang’s search turned up an Array. At the center of each part of the Array was a sphere, each protected by a force. No matter what he tried, Su Yang couldn’t break through this force to see the center of the sphere.
Previously, Su Yang had been pondering what exactly this power was.
Now, the power from these eight coffins was identical to that of the spheres.
This greatly astonished Su Yang; he couldn’t understand whether the sphere’s power was guarding the eight coffins, or if the coffins’ power was protecting the sphere.
Su Yang was aware that Qinghe Academy was filled with secrets, and such a chamber was certain to conceal even greater ones.
By all logic, Wu Daozi and Yuan Tiangang weren’t bad people. Then, what purpose did they have for luring Su Yang into this chamber?
Su Yang had an inkling that these two weren’t setting him up; instead, they probably wanted him to do sothing. But the problem was, if you two want to do sothing, why not just say it outright? What’s the point in deceiving into coming here to guess on my own? Isn’t this a trap?
While helplessly shaking his head, Su Yang continued to circle the eight coffins slowly. He had no idea what was inside these coffins or what secrets lay within the chamber. But without a doubt, the secrets here were definitely related to the eight coffins. So, Su Yang was contemplating whether or not to open the coffins to have a look.
Su Yang didn’t know who or what was inside the eight coffins, but clearly, given their presence in such a hidden chamber within Qinghe Academy, it couldn’t be just anybody. Coupled with the protective power guarding the academy, this only made Su Yang more certain that the occupants were no ordinary beings!
After so hesitation, Su Yang finally decided to open a coffin to look inside.
He randomly chose a coffin, took a deep breath, reached for the coffin lid, and prepared to push it open with force.
To his surprise, no matter how hard he pushed, the lid didn’t budge at all, as if it was nailed shut.
Stubbornly, Su Yang tried again with more force, but the result was the sa— the coffin lid refused to move.
In the end, Su Yang exerted all his strength. Logically speaking, not to ntion moving the lid of the coffin, he should have been able to send the whole coffin flying.
But, neither the coffin nor its lid budged an inch.
Su Yang took two steps back and stared at the coffin with wide eyes. He understood that the force was protecting the coffin too. This ant that it was simply impossible for Su Yang to move the coffin.
He tried with other coffins, but the result was the sa. He tested each of the eight coffins and none could be moved by him.
Ultimately, Su Yang could only give up helplessly. It seed like opening these eight coffins was out of the question.
Unable to open the coffins, Su Yang had to think of another plan. He left the eight coffins and began to walk slowly around the secret chamber, carefully examining every inch of space.
Yuan Tiangang and Wu Daozi definitely wouldn’t have just been pulling a simple prank, and moreover, if it really was just a prank, they wouldn’t have dumped Su Yang in such a secretive place. Therefore, Su Yang always felt that those two had so deeper significance, and there must be so secrets hidden here.
After circling the periphery several tis and still finding nothing, not even a trace of engraving on the walls, Su Yang felt increasingly frustrated.
Could it be that he misjudged the situation and it really was just those two old n playing a prank?
Thinking about how he hadn’t spent money to buy all those things, could it be that those two old n were angry about that?
Helplessly, Su Yang pursed his lips, realizing he had no other options, and could only wander aimlessly around here. If it truly was a prank, Su Yang hoped that those two old n would stop at a reasonable point and not keep him trapped here for too long.
He pulled out his mobile phone to check but still had no signal at all, making it impossible to call for help.
Su Yang didn’t know how long he had been lingering in this place, but finally, out of sheer helplessness, he simply went over and sat down against one of the coffins.
At this mont, Su Yang couldn’t even bother to care about any possible taboos; he was just too bored.
However, when Su Yang leaned against the coffin, his eyes inadvertently swept across the distant wall and to his astonishnt, he noticed so text appearing on the wall.
Su Yang was taken aback. He had just examined every inch of the surrounding walls very carefully and there wasn’t a single mark. What was going on now that text had suddenly appeared?
He hurriedly ran over, but when he got there, he found that the text on the wall had disappeared, as if it had never been there.
Su Yang was dumbfounded. What was happening? Was he hallucinating? That made no sense. He had seen the text very clearly just now, and those words were recording a Taoist Sect cultivation thod; Su Yang was sure of what he saw — it couldn’t have been an illusion!
Could it be that it depended on where he stood? That standing in a different place allowed him to see a different scene?
Su Yang tentatively took a step back and looked closely, but the wall was still blank. He continued to step back, looking again and again, but nothing appeared.
Su Yang, refusing to believe in superstition, kept retreating, specifically along the path he had just co from. He retreated all the way back to the side of the Stone Coffin, and still, nothing appeared.
Scratching his head, Su Yang felt a sense of despair. This was the last position, and still, he saw nothing. What on earth was going on? Was it really just his imagination?
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