"Yin Evil Golden Core?!"
Fu Changsheng's pupils contracted, and a monstrous wave surged in his heart. The corpse puppet within the coffin had already reached Golden Core Cultivation, completely exceeding his expectations. A Golden Core Cultivator, even if merely a corpse puppet, was not something a Purple Mansion Cultivator like him could contend with. If he accidentally disturbed it, he feared his bones would be completely obliterated.
Yet the Hundred Bell Flower was right before him; if he were to give up now, he was still somewhat unwilling. After all, he had been lurking in this burial tomb for a long time, consuming a vast amount of time and effort for this Hundred Bell Flower.
"I'll give it a try!" Fu Changsheng gritted his teeth, quickly making a decision in his heart.
If worse came to worst, he could directly escape into the Five Elements Space to save his life. This was his last card and the source of his confidence in taking the risk.
