Curled up in Qing Yu’s arms all along, the little fox suddenly burrowed out and jumped on top of Lin Yu’s head. The youth was in the middle of deploying a formation of pure yang, so his location was the densest in yang energy and made it impossible for ghostly energy to coexist with him.

Crouched on his head, the little fox stared warily at the yin dragon vein inside the embryonic world beside Lu Yun. A close imitation of life, the dragon vein resembled a genuine black dragon brandishing scaled claws.

“There’s something sitting on top of its head!” The little fox’s misty blue eyes stared fixedly at the yin dragon vein before shaking her head. “It feels very familiar, I must have seen it somewhere before.”

“It’s a palace!” More or less done with his layout, Lin Xuan paused his work and looked in the same direction. “The palace is a coffin!”

With a mild nod, Lu Yun retracted the luopan, slowly collapsing the embryonic world.

“The palace is the outer coffin, the ghost king is buried at the heart of it.” Lu Yun let out a long breath. “In life, the ghost king was no doubt an emperor’s descendant, and an extremely noble one to boot.”

No mundane emperors would...