Selo Divino: Eu, o Ancião Ancestral da Raça Demônica, Saí do Túmulo Arrastando-se
Como ancestral supremo da raça demoníaca do dragão que quebra os céus, Feng Yun desperta de uma vez e descobre que acordou cinquenta anos antes do previsto, tendo sido jogado para dentro de um caixão
Demon Emperor Palace, Underground Halls.
This was the resting place of all previous Demon Emperors, commonly referred to as the Mausoleum.
At the very center of the palace, six pitch-black coffins were arrayed from left to right.
Directly in front of the coffins stood six equally dark memorial tablets.
The place was utterly empty, its silence so profound it was almost terrifying.
Suddenly, a deafening explosion shattered the stillness, so loud it seemed to reverberate through the stone walls.
From the center-most coffin—crafted entirely from the hardest meteorite iron—a hand punched straight through the lid. That someone could break free from such a coffin with a single blow was testament to their extraordinary power.
In the next moment, the entire lid disintegrated into dust.
A woman in black robes emerged.
She was strikingly beautiful, her luxurious black robe embroidered with lines of violet thread that formed the image of a defiant demonic dragon.
When she opened her eyes, her phoenix-like gaze shimmered with depth and mystery.
“So my aura was a bit weak and my soul left my body for a while, and you ungrateful descendants just assumed I was dead?”
“You even sealed my coffin with a double lid—were you afraid I’d come back to life?”
Muttering to herself, she stepped out of the coffin.
Though no spiritual energy seemed to emanate from her, her every movement exuded a potent and inescapable aura.
Her phoenix eyes swept the surroundings, her immense spiritual power instantly envelopi