With a loud shout, the lid of the stone coffin appeared as immovable as an ancient giant mountain. Despite his strenuous efforts, it didn’t budge an inch. Before long, a dull grinding sound emanated from the lid.
There’s hope!
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Soon after, veins bulged on his forehead, his face turning red as the coffin lid finally began to move bit by bit.
But even with all his might, it only moved less than half an inch.
At this rate, just to push open a small gap for peeking into the stone coffin would take at least an hour.
To completely open the stone coffin? That would probably take an entire day.
Suddenly, Zhou Qing had a flash of inspiration and quickly took out the tetanus from his storage bag, hoping to pry it open.
Despite its rusty appearance, it was extraordinarily sturdy, with an extraordinary origin. It could easily pierce the edge of the Void Ring, which was once an Extre Dao Weapon.
As he searched for a suitable gap, there was a loud bang, and it seed sothing had fallen behind him.
A familiar, spine-chilling sensation surged through him, spreading across his entire body in an instant.
Zhou Qing sighed helplessly and slowly turned around.
A gigantic Corpse Wax Crow stared at him coldly and lifelessly.
Zhou Qing braced himself, giving the Corpse Wax Crow an awkward smile, stamring, "Y-Ya, maybe we can work sothing out...?"
Before he could finish his sentence, a black feather shot out violently, blowing his head off.
"Damn it!"
Transforming back into a ball of light, Zhou Qing cursed repeatedly; that accursed crow didn’t give him even a second.
"If worse cos to worst, I’ll bring six Dead Crows next ti. I don’t believe it!" Zhou Qing muttered to himself, diving in once again.
But this ti, luck seed to be on vacation as the Wandering Souls ca charging out with a roar.
Zhou Qing fell to the second wave as usual, and the third attempt saw the sa result.
When his consciousness returned, he looked at the pitch-dark Earth Dao in front of him and sighed deeply, stowing away the token.
Thirty mid-grade Spirit Stones, wasted once again.
Next, Zhou Qing decided not to go in again. He waited quietly and every now and then tiptoed over to check if the Supre Elders had left.
anwhile, Lu Yaoyao, gazing at the information on the register, inquired again if Zhou Qing really went in, and hurried back ho.
She called out several tis, but received no response.
"It would’ve been nice to add as a friend, so stubborn!" Lu Yaoyao complained, feeling a bit helpless.
Just as she was about to head elsewhere to look, she stopped suddenly, as if realizing sothing, a slight frown on her brows.
Recalling Zhou Qing’s inquiry about the No. 1 Fla Spirit Blood Pool, Lu Yaoyao instinctively looked towards her ho.
Lightly sucking on her index finger, she furrowed her brow, deep in thought.
"From what I know of him, he wouldn’t ask about that place without a reason. It seems he’s definitely fixated on the Fla Spirit Blood Pool."
"He soaked in the No. 3 pool over a year ago. Now its dicinal power has beco thin, and who knows when it will regenerate enough strength."
"As for the No. 2 pool, more than half a month ago, Supre Elder Duanmu Shu had him soak in it to assist in body refining. And for the No. 1 pool, I’ve already told him that I’ve absorbed all its dicinal power."
"Could he be thinking of going to the main pool? But that’s illogical. Not to ntion whether the Supre Elders would let him soak in it, his mortal body couldn’t withstand the dicinal power of the main pool, and could burst apart."
Everything has to be beneficial, so what could he be after?
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