Overriding the Heaven

Most of the surroundings were dark and deep.    

Farther away, in the darkness that was as thick as ink, there seemed to be a hidden, terrifying monster that gave people goosebumps.    

In this ice-cold environment, there was a tall statue and a huge coffin. It made people feel even more pressured than before, as if they were one with their surroundings.    

The divine light in Chu Yan's eyes condensed.    

The arrival of the Violet Myrtle Sect was like a sharp sword that hung overhead, and it was unknown when it would descend.    

Therefore, at this time, he could only fight with the invisible opponent for time.    

It was obviously unrealistic to search the entire palace inch by inch for treasures.    

First, let's not talk about the sheer volume of the project.    

An emperor who exterminated 12 countries twenty thousand years ago and established such an unbelievable underground emperor's tomb, could he possibly dig a hole in the ground and bury the treasure there?    

It would not be the Emperor who would do that, but rather the rich people of the countryside.    

Buried so many heavenly and earthly treasures. Even though it was called burying, it must have been done using a method that only cultivators knew how to use.    

And in this hall that was as empty as a wilderness, the only thing that could possibly provide any clues was the statue and the coffin.    

The crowd walked over.    

After a moment of inspection, Kong Xian looked at Chu Yan, "This statue is just a rock, there is no formation array, and there is nothing special about it."    

"Should we move it?" Cao Feng asked.    

Seeing Chu Yan nod his head, Cao Feng placed his finger in his mouth and whistled.    

The Golden Armored Bloodblade Leopard immediately got close to the statue, used all of its four limbs, and pushed with its back.    

The massive statue immediately let out a dull sound and moved a foot to the side.    

The statue that was moved away did not have any changes.    

There wasn't anything special about the floor which was previously pressed down by the statue.    

But at this moment, Wusilanma's face turned pale white.    

She took a deep breath and asked, "Which one of you coughed just now?"    

Everyone looked at each other before each of them shook their heads.    

In the next moment, everyone was stunned.    

A chill seeped out of his bone marrow and assaulted his soul along with the surrounding silence.    

"Could you have heard wrongly?" Su Jianyuan laughed, wanting to ease the atmosphere.    

But Wusilanma's serious expression made him unable to laugh.    

"I can't be mistaken." Wusilanma solemnly shook his head, "Actually, when the sculpture was moved just now, I saw that all of you were focused on it. I was worried that there might be some change around, so I kept my eyes on every single one of you.    

That's why I didn't see any of you coughing.    

"But just as the statue was about to move, I —"    

Wusilanma pursed her lips, and then said word by word, "I heard the sound of someone coughing."    

At this moment, since Wusilanma was so confident about his words, there would be no problems with it.    

However …    

No one present coughed.    

So who would cough?    

At this moment, a thought suddenly rose in everyone's mind.    

The gazes of everyone present subconsciously shifted to the coffin that was not far from the sculpture.    

The coffin was still lying there, huge and thick.    

The twisted figure on top of the coffin gave off an uneasy feeling.    

If no one coughed just now and there were people coughing again, then the only possibility would be — —    

"No way." Fu Rui's little face turned pale white.    

But at this moment, she discovered something extremely horrifying.    

"There's a crack in the coffin!" Realizing this, she cried out in alarm before opening her eyes wide and covering her mouth.    

Everyone's expression turned cold as they looked in her direction.    

In the next moment, a chill ran down everyone's spine.    

It was hard to tell when the lid of the coffin had moved a little to the side, but it now revealed a crack about a foot long and only about the thickness of a toothpick.    

To be honest, if Fu Rui did not just happen to see it, with the huge size of the coffin, it would be hard to find.    

Furthermore, because they had been cautious and prudent, they had not approached it to check it out.    

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on that crack. They carefully recalled if that crack had existed in the beginning …    

"Cough, cough …"    

Amidst the silence, a voice rang out.    

The sound of coughing was exceptionally clear. It was coming from the coffin.    

In the blink of an eye, the hairs on the bodies of everyone present stood up.    

Almost instinctively, the crowd entered a state of combat in the blink of an eye. Their eyes were filled with suspicion and vigilance as they stared at the crack in the wall.    

Under the gaze of the crowd, the gap slowly opened up.    

It was as if there was a pair of hands moving beneath it.    

"Don't let him come out easily." Chu Yan focused his gaze.    

With that said, the fire and ice swords in Su Jianyuan's hands, were instantly unsheathed.    

"Extreme Frost Frost Slash!"    

His attack was a magical technique.    

The icy sword beam brought with it the pressure of an iceberg as it slashed down towards the crack.    

However, just as the tip of the sword was about to touch the coffin, a white light suddenly flashed on the surface of the coffin like a flash of lightning.    

"Crack ~ ~ ~"    

The sword light instantly collapsed.    

The rebound wave of power was like a wave that swept across the sky, shaking the air until it was like a shattered screen, in an instant, it had wrapped around Su Jianyuan too.    

Chu Yan immediately rushed out.    

"Seven Stars Windstorm Steps!"    

Snatching at the shattered void ahead, he grabbed Su Jianyuan, and with his body almost touching the shattered edges of the void, he flashed thirty meters away.    

Crack! Crack! Crack!    

At this moment, the shattering sound could be heard.    

Because of Chu Yan's timely intervention, Su Jianyuan did not receive any injuries.    

However, the Fire and Ice Swords had stopped in the middle of the air and were shaking violently like broken porcelain. A moment later, they turned into hundreds of fragments and fell to the ground with a crash.    

Everyone's eyes immediately flickered.    

Su Jianyuan's face also became especially gloomy.    

On one hand, it was because he was distressed over the destruction of the Ice and Fire Sword.    

In truth, his loss during this trip to the Three Saint Mountain was already considered small compared to the others.    

The twin swords of fire and ice were destroyed, at least he still had a wind sword that he could temporarily use.    

The reason why his expression changed even more was because of this mysterious force.    

This surge of power not only possessed immense might, it was also something that no one could guard against.    

Imagine, if Chu Yan had not acted in time, and instead shattered into several hundred pieces, not only the Ice and Fire Sword, but also his own body.    

"Chu Yan, look —"    

At this time, Lin Miaoran's voice sounded out.    

Compared to her usual speech, her present movements were more like frightened moans that came out of her throat.    

The expressions of the people beside her were also extremely unsightly.    

Chu Yan supported Su Jianyuan and stood still, looking towards the direction where Lin Miaoran's finger was pointing.    

Just a moment ago, the crack on the coffin had already lengthened to four to five feet long, and its width was also more than two feet.    

At this moment, a figure that was not very tall, yet was somewhat stooped, coughed intermittently. Under the bewildered gaze of the crowd, it slowly sat up.