Though the corridor was narrow and crowded, the grand hall before them now was vast and majestic.
Most strikingly, at the deepest part of the hall stood two prominent objects.
Two coffins!
No one knew why two coffins were placed there, but being in the Tomb of the Demon-Slaying Emperor, finding a place with coffins meant this was no ordinary location.
Moreover, the coffins were exquisitely carved, clearly extraordinary.
Whoever lay within them was surely no ordinary figure.
Many speculated that one of them might hold the legendary Demon-Slaying Emperor himself.
“The Tomb of the Demon-Slaying Emperor.”
“Finding the main figure makes other treasures seem less important.”
At this moment, the Secret Cave Saints were buzzing with excitement. After a brief moment of shock, they rushed toward the hall.
Buzz—
As they stepped into the hall, it trembled, and a powerful force surged from all directions.
It was a formation!
They were trapped within it.
“What’s going on?”
The Secret Cave Saints, initially thrilled, now looked panicked as the formation ensnared them.
In their alarm, they turned to Chu Feng.
By now, Chu Feng had become their backbone.
“I told you, to obtain the treasures here, there are only two options,” Chu Feng said.
“The first is to acquire the corresponding treasures, which requires effort and time outside the Emperor’s Tomb.”
“The second is to gain the approval of the Demon-Slaying Emperor, which requires effort and time within the tomb.”
“Now, if we can break this formation, we should gain that approval,” Chu Feng explained.
“Brother Xiuluo, we trust you. Tell us how to break this formation,” the leader of the Secret Cave Saints said, with the others nodding in agreement.
Chu Feng didn’t hesitate. He first studied the formation’s structure.
Then, sitting cross-legged, he began setting up a counter-formation.
Having worked together twice before, the Secret Cave Saints coordinated seamlessly with Chu Feng.
Through their combined efforts, the formation was soon broken.
Whoosh—
As the formation shattered, the barrier that had trapped them like a fortress dissolved like water, flowing outward.
But as it dissipated, beams of light floated in the surrounding void.
These glowing specks, like fireflies, were actually thirty talismans.
Though their meaning was unclear, the aura they emitted told Chu Feng and the others they held special power.
Swish, swish, swish—
Suddenly, the talismans moved, transforming into streaks of light that shot toward Chu Feng and the others.
Ten talismans entered Chu Feng’s body.
The remaining twenty divided among the eleven Secret Cave Saints.
This distribution likely reflected their contributions to breaking the formation.
Chu Feng, having contributed the most, received the largest share.
“Could it be… with these in our bodies, we can open the door hiding the supreme treasure?” the Secret Cave Saints asked, their eyes filled with confusion.
They couldn’t sense the talismans’ power.
As frequent explorers of secret realms and ruins, they knew that gaining the core power of a main formation could grant immense abilities within a relic or secret realm.
They had expected that gaining the Demon-Slaying Emperor’s approval would grant them tremendous power.
Yet, though the talismans had entered their bodies, they felt no such strength.
They didn’t even know what the talismans did.
“I don’t know what’s going on either,” Chu Feng said, frowning.
Though he had deciphered from the map that gaining approval would lead to the supreme treasure, the clues were limited.
Finding this place was already a feat.
As for the talismans’ purpose, Chu Feng was uncertain.
Crack—
Crack—
Suddenly, strange sounds echoed.
The hall’s acoustics and restrictions on sensory perception prevented them from immediately pinpointing the source.
When they did, their expressions shifted, hearts tightening.
The eerie sounds came from the two coffins at the hall’s depths.
The coffin lids were slowly opening.
As they did, strange noises emanated from within—low, mournful wails and the grinding of teeth, like ravenous ghosts awakening, eager for prey.
Boom—
Suddenly, the coffin lids were flung open.
A tidal wave of aura surged from the coffins, crashing toward Chu Feng and the others across the hall.
The aura was so overwhelming that it forced them back.
“Run!” screamed Little Eleven of the Secret Cave Saints.
He turned and fled.
Not just him— the other Secret Cave Saints, including their leader, scrambled to escape.
Their first instinct was to flee.
From the coffins, they sensed an invincible aura… and an intense, murderous intent.
