Luo Qingtong's gaze landed on a gigantic purple-gold coffin that took up almost a third of the room.
The lid of the gigantic bronze coffin was not closed, revealing a corpse inside.
It was a middle aged man. He wore a dark green robe, and his body rippled with an extremely formidable and fierce aura that was practically on the verge of splitting the sky apart.
If it was anyone else who entered this place, they might not have felt anything.
However, Luo Qingtong's blood-red eyes saw that the purple-gold coffin was surrounded by crisscrossing Spirit Qi.
All of it was emitted from the purple-gold coffin.
The corpse was lifelike. If not for Luo Qingtong's blood-red eyes confirming that he was indeed not breathing, she would have thought that it was a person sleeping inside.
The Saint King's Golden Coffin!
Luo Qingtong's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the corpse lying in the purple-gold coffin.
Needless to say, this middle-aged man was the owner of this Saint King's Tomb — a Saint Realm Saint King powerhouse!
"I didn't expect this to be the burial place of this Saint King powerhouse."
Luo Qingtong previously thought that this was some mysterious place.
It was also strange. Why would this Saint King powerhouse make a light projection map of his burial place and hide it in that jade thumb ring and let others know?
Wasn't this a taboo for ordinary powerhouses?
Every tomb of a powerhouse was filled with layers of mechanisms and traps.
The Bone Burial Ground was a place that was carefully hidden for fear that someone would disturb their slumber.
This Saint King powerhouse's hobby was quite unique. He deliberately told others about his burial place so that others could come and pay their respects?
Luo Qingtong raised her eyebrows. Her gaze circled around the purple-gold coffin and was about to move away to look at other places.
She did not forget that she had rushed in to find the location of that spirit power.
The Huo Family Head was still outside the door!
Little Pig said that he would not be able to block him for long.
However, just as Luo Qingtong's gaze was about to move away, the purple-gold coffin seemed to have sensed her entry and lit up with a hum.
Then, a faintly discernible figure suddenly rose from the purple-gold coffin, carrying a boundless golden light.
"After waiting for a thousand years, you're finally here?"
"My successor!"
As the golden light dissipated, the faintly discernible figure also appeared in front of Luo Qingtong, causing her to squint her eyes.
Not for anything else, but the face of this figure was the face of the middle-aged man inside the purple-gold coffin.
"The Saint King's soul?"
"No, I'm just a strand of his soul."
That faintly discernible figure floated above the purple-gold coffin, looking down at Luo Qingtong.
"Are you the successor I've been waiting for?"
"After waiting for a thousand years, someone finally succeeded!"
"Successor, come on up!
Since you're able to pass through all the obstacles and reach here as a Martial Ancestor, you're qualified to inherit my strength and cultivation! "
"Although my strength has been greatly weakened after a thousand years, the remaining strength is enough to raise your strength and cultivation to the Saint Realm!"
"Come on up!
My successor will inherit my life's glory and my legacy!
I will continue to spread my glory and glory! "