The entire altar held only this bronze coffin, the aura so oppressive, could the corpse of the last Rushou be lying inside?
He walked toward the bronze coffin, but as soon as he reached the middle of the five pillars, an immense pressure enveloped him as if he were being watched. In the black mist, it seemed as though an eye was observing him.
The five pillars were plain and unadorned, with two of them cut off and lying on the ground. Yet, even so, it seemed extraordinarily eerie, as if an invisible barrier was blocking his path, preventing him from moving forward.
Xiang Beifei stopped, carefully feeling the pillars and using his Yin and Yang source energy to deduce this aura. Gradually, he felt something odd, although he couldn't pinpoint what was strange about it.
"Hey, do you think Rushou is lying inside?" Xiang Beifei turned his head and asked.
Daoist Weihuo had already quietly moved a distance to the right, still not fully trusting Xiang Beifei.