“No way!”

Within an underground tomb, with countless ancient murals carved in the surroundings, Mo Nian was standing atop a giant coffin. But at this moment, the spatial channel at the bottom of the coffin was gone.

Furthermore, this tomb’s solid stone walls began to sag, and the stones started to fall apart like sand. It was like all its energy had been used up, and it was about to collapse.

Mo Nian ignored the crumbling tomb and muttered to himself, “A spatial channel across heavens was made using this tomb’s death spiritual qi. No wonder it was so easy to get in. Hmm, Long Chen was stuck in the middle of the channel when it crumbled, but there’s no way that this fellow would die. However, within the cycle of the six Daos and nine heavens, who knows where he’s going...