Just as Zhou Lu and his two companions were about to act on the most vital foundation of the Earth Flame Palace,
In the innermost part of the Ancestor Hall, within the Cold Ice Cave, bronze coffins were arrayed one after another. A rough count revealed that there were more than a hundred.
At this moment, a middle-aged man with a face like a date, exuding authority without anger, was reciting ancient texts. His hands were continuously casting numerous spells, and magic light after magic light submerged into all the coffins.
Soon, the coffins began to shudder faintly, and the heavy lids were slowly pushed open from the inside, one by one. Age-worn elders with deathly pallor sat up from their coffins, their eyes transitioning from lifeless to gradually displaying a hint of vitality.
Watching those revived ancestors, the middle-aged man's face betrayed a hint of disappointment.
For even now, more than two-thirds of the copper coffins showed no sign of movement.
