Chen Feng gently patted the backs of his two apprentices.
His heart felt warm.
He felt that everything he had done for this world was worth it.
At the very least, he could let those who cared about him live well in the peaceful world he had created.
Chen Shuangshuang's eyes were also brimming with tears.
She looked at her father with excitement.
However, she didn't rush forward to hug Chen Feng like Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei did.
Even though she really wanted to.
Chen Feng soon noticed his daughter looking at him with tear-filled eyes.
He gently let go of Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei and walked up to his daughter.
He smiled and said,
"Did Daddy scare you?"
Shuangshuang pouted and nodded vigorously, trying her best to hold back her tears.
Looking at his daughter's expression,
Chen Feng finally understood what other doting fathers meant when they called their daughters their sweet little angels.
He scooped up his little girl in his arms.
At this, Shuangshuang completely lost her composure.
She tightly hugged her father's neck and burst into loud sobs.
Crying out all the grievances and worries in her heart.
At this moment, Wang Zun was also looking at Chen Feng and Yin Hu in the room.
He sighed with emotion in his heart.
"What a miraculous man."
"He always manages to do things that this world finds unimaginable."
At the same time, the look he gave Yin Hu
was filled with deep apprehension.
After all, that was an expert even more formidable than Wei Qianqiu.
His cultivation base had reached a level beyond Wang Zun's imagination.
Just as everyone was rejoicing over Chen Feng's return,
Su Yan elegantly took the elevator down to the first floor.
As soon as she walked out the door,
a sedan pulled up to the entrance.
A man in a suit and sunglasses quickly got out to open the door for Su Yan.
"Group Leader! Where are we going?"
Su Yan looked back at the restaurant behind her.
She said indifferently,
"Abroad!"
...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
In the central area of the Holy Capital.
At the ruins of the Wei family.
Wei Guangming watched as the half-dragon fled.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief.
He secretly rejoiced.
His ancestor's coffin lid was finally held down.
As night fell.
The last Martial Sage of the Ancient Clan also became busy.
Looking at his wristwatch.
Although there was still an hour before midnight.
He had already begun to quickly traverse through the Kunlun Mountains.
He didn't dare to stop for a moment.
Afraid that his watch's time might be wrong.
Or that the Ghost Tomb might appear early.
The Kunlun Mountains were simply too vast.
Sixty-four stone coffins were scattered across the enormous mountain range; encountering one truly relied purely on luck.
He absolutely could not miss this opportunity.
Although there was one chance every year.
But thinking of the Ancient Clan's miserable fate.
Letting the outsiders live for even one more day was unacceptable to him.
As time gradually approached midnight.
The previously cloudy sky over the Kunlun Mountains
suddenly cleared completely.
Revealing the full moon behind the clouds.
At this moment, the starry sky was exceptionally dazzling.
No one noticed that,
except for the sky above the Kunlun Mountains,
the entire world was overcast.
The Ancient Clan's Martial Sage, under the bright moonlight,
ran madly through the Kunlun Mountains.
His eyes and neck constantly darted left and right.
Trying to find the Ghost Tomb stone coffin recorded by the Ancient Clan.
From time to time, he would leap to the treetops to overlook the surrounding forest.
But the vegetation was lush and the woods were dense.
It was extremely difficult to see anything.
Before long, he was drenched in sweat.
He kept muttering to himself,
"Stone coffin! Stone coffin! Stone coffin!"
His eyes also constantly checked his watch.
Seeing that half an hour had passed and it was exactly midnight.
He became even more anxious.
He acted like a madman.
But trying to find a Ghost Tomb stone coffin that appeared randomly every time across the entire Kunlun Mountains was incredibly difficult.
It was only slightly better than finding a needle in a haystack.
And there was a time limit.
Once the hour of midnight passed.
The Ghost Tomb stone coffin would disappear.
He would have to wait until the next year.
And next year, he would still have to rely on luck.
He was unwilling to accept this.
Like a mad bull,
he charged around recklessly.
To make it easier to see,
he used his vital energy to shatter all the trees in his path.
However, after his Youth Retaining Technique had rejuvenated him,
his cultivation level had also dropped to what it was in his youth.
Even though he could recover one year's worth of strength every single day.
Right now, he had only recovered up to the Grandmaster level.
Soon, his vital energy could no longer hold up.
In the last few minutes, he smashed through a large tree and collapsed headfirst onto the ground.
His head was bruised and bleeding.
He glanced at his watch; in five more minutes,
it would be 1:00 AM.
He pounded the ground in frustration.
"Damn it! Why can't I find it?!"
"Why! Why must the Ancient Clan be treated like this?!"
"Where on earth is the stone coffin?"
"What does the stone coffin even look like?!"
Thinking of his exterminated compatriots,
he couldn't help but weep bitterly.
He completely broke down, lying on the ground and wailing loudly.
In the silent night, he appeared exceptionally desolate.
Right at this moment.
A shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.
It blocked out the moonlight.
At the same time, a strong stench of blood drifted over.
He instinctively looked up, thinking he had encountered a nocturnal beast hunting for food.
However, what met his eyes was a massive coffin.
The coffin was over four meters wide and tall, and its length reached more than ten meters!
It looked just like a small house.
The head of the coffin was facing him directly.
On it were four large, blood-dripping characters.
Feng Ze Zhong Fu!
The characters were written in fresh blood.
The crimson blood remained strikingly vivid and piercing even under the moonlight.
It looked as if it had just been written with fresh blood.
"The Ghost Tomb Stone Coffin!"
This Ancient Clan Martial Sage was completely stunned.
He clearly remembered that just a moment ago, there was nothing in front of him except the tree he had knocked down.
Thinking of this, he was horrified to discover
that this gigantic coffin was actually suspended in mid-air.
Its bottom wasn't touching the ground at all.
He didn't know why.
He felt a sudden, inexplicable chill in his heart.
But he couldn't care less at this point.
Seeing that midnight was about to pass.
He stood up nervously.
Circulating the vital energy within his body.
He leaped up fiercely and struck the coffin lid open with his palm.
Instantly, the sound of grinding stone rang out.
A gap opened in the massive stone coffin.
Leaking out a grayish mist from inside.
The originally bright moonlight suddenly turned blood-red.
The Ancient Clan Martial Sage looked up at the sky in horror.
Only to see a blood moon.
But he didn't have the time to care about what was going on.
The future no longer had anything to do with him.
According to Ancient Clan records.
It was forbidden for any clan member to open the Ghost Tomb stone coffin.
And even more forbidden to enter it.
Otherwise, it would destroy humanity's destiny and plunge all living beings into misery and suffering.
The person who entered the coffin would also undoubtedly die.
This had always been a taboo for the Ancient Clan.
Since ancient times, many people from the Ancient Clan had seen the Ghost Tomb stone coffin on the night of the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month.
But no one dared to approach it.
He was the first person to ever open it.
And he would also be the first to go inside.
"Chen Feng!"
"You and your world can prepare to be buried alongside the Ancient Clan!"
After saying that.
He leaped directly into the stone coffin.
The originally floating stone coffin
suddenly crashed onto the ground.
However, it wasn't over yet.
After landing, the stone coffin began to sink continuously.
It only stopped sinking once the lid was level with the ground.
The surrounding dirt began to swirl on its own.
It condensed into a large mound of earth.
Burying the coffin completely.
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