Chapter 155: Chapter 97: Forced Into the Tomb
Upon hearing this, everyone ignored the imminent Yellow River flood crisis and hurried over. The saying ’people die for wealth, just as birds die for food’ held true; despite the impending threat, everyone harbored a fluke mentality until the river had truly taken lives.
Now, everyone looked at each other and rushed over, including Zhang Chen, who also ran alongside them.
From a distance, the center of the Yellow River’s riverbed revealed a two-meter-wide pit, pitch-black and bottomless, with the Crystal Coffin stuck at its edge, unable to be pulled up. The ropes were taut, seemingly ready to fall at any moment.
At this moment, a laborer threw a stone into the pit, and after a long silence without an echo, he said to the general:
"General, this is not good! An underground cave appeared here, deep and bottomless. Once the Crystal Coffin falls in, it would be extremely difficult to retrieve it."
"Hold the ropes tight; we must not let the coffin fall!" The general’s voice was filled with gravity.
"General, what should we do now?" someone asked.
Looking at the Crystal Coffin suspended in mid-air, the general felt at a loss: "The only solution is to use the ropes to temporarily hold the Crystal Coffin in place, preventing it from falling. Meanwhile, we’ll take the opportunity to open the coffin. This way, even if we lose the coffin, the grave goods inside will suffice for us. Only past emperors could afford to be buried with a Crystal Coffin as a grave good."
While speaking, he began to instruct the laborers, tying ropes around their waists, hammer and chisel in hand, jumping onto the Crystal Coffin to pry it open.
In the crowd, Zhang Chen quietly watched those preparing to open the coffin, his eyes filled with anticipation.
If these villagers could truly chisel open the coffin lid, he could easily throw a Soul Mark onto it and smoothly hook out the other’s soul.
It’s known that the other had transformed posthumously, signifying they hadn’t come back to life and still belonged to the ’dead.’
Since it’s a dead being, it’s within the restraining range of his skills!
Over thirty strong men, ropes tied to their waists, jumped down intending to push open the Crystal Coffin’s lid. After much effort, the lid seemed welded shut, impossible to move.
Seeing this, the general onshore quickly ordered, "Use the chisels to smash open the Crystal Coffin! Even if it’s damaged, it doesn’t matter. The coffin is just a shell; it’s the grave goods inside that matter."
Hearing this, the laborers unceremoniously took out chisels and began chiseling the Crystal Coffin. Amidst the clangs, the Fox Fairy Nannan suddenly couldn’t suppress a giggle.
"Why are you laughing?" Zhang Chen asked, puzzled.
"Do you know, this Crystal Coffin must never be opened. Once open, the Dragon Qi inside will leak out, and the Transformed Dragon and Walking Flood Dragon attempt will fail. It’s like an egg; before the chick is hatched, one must never break the egg. If broken, the chick dies in the embryo. I’ve never seen such an unlucky Dragon Seed, not only having its True Dragon Destiny taken by you but now even being chiseled out, which is truly unlucky to the extreme," whispered Fox Fairy Nannan.
"It’s at least at the Yang God level, and won’t let its coffin be broken," Zhang Chen replied.
As they spoke, suddenly there was a ’crack’ sound. The ropes binding the coffin snapped, and the coffin plummeted into the pit, disappearing without a trace.
Then the flood erupted, Yellow River’s silt began to overflow, startling everyone into a stupor, before they skillfully rushed towards the shore.
"What do you make of this? The Crystal Coffin actively fell into the cave; I doubt it’ll resurface," Zhang Chen said to the Fox Spirit, running amidst the flood and inquiring.
"The other has shown their hand and returned to their lair; now they’re waiting for your move. If you want the True Dragon Fruit Position, you must confront them with the True Dragon Destiny, for a final battle. If you don’t, they might abandon the True Dragon transformation and become a Pseudo Dragon instead," the Fox Spirit analyzed for Zhang Chen.
Zhang Chen heard this and remained silent, climbing ashore from the Yellow River’s currents, eyes fixated on the roaring river, filled with unwillingness. Opposing him was the ancestor of Prince Pingbian’s Mansion; should they succeed in Walking Flood Dragon, even without transforming into a True Dragon, it would spell trouble for him.
Given the deep-seated hatred between him and Prince Pingbian’s Mansion, how could he allow their ancestor to succeed in Walking Flood Dragon?
But even if he went, if he couldn’t open the coffin or see the other’s soul, he wouldn’t stand a chance against them.
Unless he saw the soul and used the Soul Hook skill to mark it, then he might have a chance to steal the other’s body.
The Fox Spirit looked at Zhang Chen, aware of his predicament; after all, it was a Ninth Rank Yang God, no easy foe.
"Actually, there is another way," said the Fox Spirit, eyes on Zhang Chen, eyes twinkling.
"What way?" Zhang Chen turned to look at the Fox Spirit.