The Woman Statues lay shattered across the ground.
From an outsider’s perspective, golden patterns still flickered in the air.
Those patterns were all things that erupted from inside the Woman Statues.
Golden patterns scattered across the ground.
Yet the fluctuations in the air showed no sign of stopping.
Dustleave Ancient Sword hovered in front of Evan Lynn.
Once all the Woman Statues finally hit the ground, everything around gradually grew empty.
“Very good. Not bad at all.”
The voice from inside the Great Bronze Sarcophagus spoke up.
Then—
The crimson iron chains suddenly flexed with force.
The entire chain snapped straight, yanking hard on the door of the Great Bronze Sarcophagus.
And then—
Boom—boom—boom.
A series of heavy rumbles echoed out.
The crimson iron chains forcibly wrenched open the door of the Great Bronze Sarcophagus.
Even though Evan Lynn had seen the sarcophagus open before, he still felt the darkness inside the mouth—like it could swallow everything.
Everyone around stared at that direction.
The moment the sarcophagus opened, everyone could clearly sense the whole world seemed to get darker.
It was a darkness with no end in sight.
The Great Bronze Sarcophagus stood there, sunlight shining straight into its mouth—but even then, not a single corner inside was lit.
An ancient aura spilled out from the sarcophagus’s interior.
Everyone stared at that direction.
People in front of their screens couldn’t help but hold their breath.
“That giant coffin just opened…”
“What’s inside?”
“No clue. I can’t see anything at all. On my screen, the mouth of that bronze coffin is just pure black—there’s nothing inside.”
Countless people widened their eyes, trying to spot something inside the sarcophagus.
But it was just too dark.
A darkness that light couldn’t pierce—nothing but black in their line of sight.
Nothing but black—nothing else.
If there was anything at all, it was that suffocating sense of oppression and despair lurking inside the darkness.
“Is it about to show itself?”
Evan Lynn stared in that direction, his brows slightly furrowed.
His expression was full of caution.
Whatever was inside that sarcophagus definitely wasn’t simple.
Maybe even—
Evan Lynn wondered if he’d ever really met it face-to-face before.
Back in Hong Kong—
When the tribulation struck, there was a patch of moving darkness inside the sarcophagus that no sight could pierce.
Inside that darkness was only a cold, sinister laugh—even when Evan probed with spiritual qi, he found nothing.
“Time really is a long, long thing.”
After a long pause—
Everyone heard that same cold voice again.
That voice was filled with a cold sharpness and eerie chill—now, it also carried a hint of deadness and release, impossible to put into words.
Like a wild beast finally breaking free of its chains.
Or like a prison, locked for ages, finally being torn open by force.
A clump of pitch-black darkness emerged from the mouth of the sarcophagus.
It was a darkness so black it almost hurt.
The darkness took up a small space.