The moment this tiny coffin appeared, strange marks appeared on top of it. Those marks were exactly the same as those thirty-six coffins.

Moreover, it wasn’t just the marks. Even the color and texture began to change, and it quickly became a perfect copy of the outer form of those coffins. Even their auras were identical.

“You’re…!” Xia Chen was startled. He didn’t know what Mo Nian wanted to do.

“This is another one of my treasures, like the flying shuttle. The Thousand Illusion Spirit Coffin can mimic the appearance and aura of any coffin. In the past, if I encountered some terrifying lifeform in a tomb, I would just hide inside this coffin, and they would never find me. We’ll hide in this coffin, and Xia Chen, you...