Shortsword in hand, Diexi stood to the slight forefront of the center of the palace. Rays of snowy sword light intersected in front of her and melded with her aura, forcing the three hundred and sixty-five versions of her back out.

“I think I can break the major cycle formation, want me to give it a try?” Diexi turned around and raised an eyebrow at Lu Yun.

“No!” Chu Xingran responded before the young man had a chance to. “The formation is what’s supporting this place. If it breaks, the void will collapse and exile the coffin into an unknown space!”

The light of wisdom flashed through his eyes. He’d clashed with the Corpse Refiners countless times...