The huge bronze coffin was filled with a mysterious aura, with various bronze carvings flickering, casting light that was not particularly brilliant, intermittently bright and dim.
The verdigris was thick, but it still could not hide the vague bronze carvings. There were ancient ancestors gazing at the starry sky and ancient deities bearing tear marks.
At this moment, they seemed to possess life, wanting to break through the verdigris, penetrate the thick rust, and burst forth, giving a remarkably vivid impression.
Ye Fan was deeply shocked. He released the small bronze coffin and carefully observed everything, wanting to comprehend the mysteries within.
More vague bronze carvings flickered: ferocious nine-headed Divine Birds spread their wings and flew high, cutting across Qingming; a heaven-defying creature, like the Fighting Saint Ape, stood at the cloud's edge, its rod splitting the sky.
