I Am the Nine Mysteries Immortal Lord, Lin Jiuxuan

Flames completely sealed the mouth of the Great Bronze Sarcophagus.

Lily Zhao stepped outside—everywhere she looked was a sea of fire.

At the summit of Coldspire Peak, the Dao Platform was usually barren, with only stone and no vegetation.

But right now, even the rocks were blazing.

Lily Zhao shot a look at the tiny coffin in the middle of the hall, frowned, but didn’t hesitate—she headed straight for the sarcophagus mouth.

She blitzed forward, a gust barrier forming in front of her and blowing all the flames crowding the sarcophagus mouth aside, brute-forcing a path through.

"Who’s gutsy enough to show up here?"

"Not scared of dying, huh?"

Lily Zhao strode out of the sarcophagus mouth, her voice icy as she scanned left and right—no sign of anyone.

Then she tilted her head up—her usual cool, chilly expression suddenly shifted.

What she saw next—

High above, right over the Great Bronze Sarcophagus—

A teenage boy was standing with one foot planted on the head of a fire dragon. Around him, four other dragons—gold, wood, water, and earth—coiled in different colors.

Right now, the fire dragon’s body wrapped tightly around the entire Great Bronze Sarcophagus.

Up in the sky, a streak of purple lightning arced together—within seconds, it shot straight down from the clouds, aiming right at the boy.

"Watch out!"

Lily Zhao shouted in alarm.

Her face changed, and she shot into the air instantly.

But the flames crowding around the Great Bronze Sarcophagus seemed to sense her move—they surged toward her, blocking her way up.

"That’s Heavenly Tribulation! And you’re only at late-stage Foundation Establishment!"