The Dao inscriptions of eternal silence on the surface of the bronze coffin gradually dissolved beneath the glow of the night-dark flower.
The instant Taichu's fingertip touched the coffin lid, the Xuanhuang Dao Seed in his purple mansion suddenly trembled violently.
The coffin lid shifted three inches open, and what spilled out was not gray mist, but pure, primordial Chaos energy.
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