Zhang Yue, Lin Feng, and Su Yao had gone through countless hardships, like travelers feeling their way forward in the dark, and finally gathered the three keys. At this moment, they stood before the stone coffin, their hearts as taut as bowstrings pulled to the limit—tense yet filled with intense anticipation.
The room housing the stone coffin was like a forgotten corner of time, filled with a dim and humid air. The torches on the walls flickered with a faint light that seemed feeble in the damp atmosphere, as if they could be swallowed by the darkness at any moment. The surface of the stone coffin was engraved with intricate runes, each one looking like a mysterious mark left by time, resembling an ancient spell and exuding a reverent, mysterious aura that seemed to recount an untold history. In the corner of the room lay piles of battered armor and decayed weapons, resting there in silence as if wordlessly speaking of the fierce battles that had once taken place, stirring the imagination about the past of this mysterious place.
Zhang Yue took a deep breath, as if drawing all the oppressive heaviness of the space into his chest, and then slowly said, "Brothers, success or failure hangs in the balance!" He was tall and straight, his posture upright like a pine, with a resolute face carved as if by a knife. His deep eyes gleamed with an unshakeable determination that seemed capable of piercing the mist before him and reaching the other side of truth. He was dressed in a tigh…
Chapter 186