The crowd opened their eyes in unison and looked over.

"It’s really the Immortal Coffin!"

"Why are there people on top of the Immortal Coffin? They look like they came from the other side of the abyss."

"No way, could this Immortal Coffin have come from the Spirit Realm?"

...

The dozen or so figures above stunned everyone present!

No one expected that after waiting for several days, such a scene would appear.

Other than themselves, there were absolutely no living people on the Ancient Land of Fallen Immortals.

Then where did these dozen or so people come from?

The Spirit Realm!

Can Sutian slowly stood up, gazing at the dozen or so people atop the Immortal Coffin, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Yun Zheng, Saint Monarch Nantian, and Jun Wuji all furrowed their brows together.

"That looks like Mr. Cen."

"How could that be possible?"

Jun Wuji exclaimed in shock, "Wuxiang Celestial Tomb—how could they possibly control the Immortal Coffin?"

That coffin—anyone who looked at it would know it was the Immortal Coffin, beyond all doubt!

But the elder at the head of the group atop it astonished all the top experts, their eyes growing wide.

"Mr. Cen—Cen Xinghou—how could it be him?"

"They are all top experts from Wuxiang Celestial Tomb! They actually control the Immortal Coffin... Do they have some connection to the first Qian Emperor?"

"Hiss—these are the experts of Wuxiang Celestial Tomb? Apart from Mr. Cen and his disciples, that’s fourteen people—all of them top Shenxiao Realm!"

...

"Wuxiang Celestial Tomb—Cen Xinghou!"

Shi Feng murmured in shock, his voice trembling.

"They’re from Wuxiang Celestial Tomb?" Xu Yang’s eyes were round as saucers, incredulous.

Wuxiang Celestial Tomb—he wasn’t unfamiliar with that name!

Gu Hong, who once disguised himself as "Zhao Hon" and went to Star Dome Sea to rescue Ten Thousand Swords Island, had used a treasure precisely from Wuxiang Celestial Tomb there!

Xu Yang suddenly looked toward Can Sutian!

Can Sutian smiled faintly and said, "All I know is that Wuxiang Celestial Tomb is trustworthy, but even I didn’t know the Immortal Coffin was in their hands."

"Even as for whatever entanglements they may have with the first Qian Emperor—I have no clue either!"

Xu Yang mused to himself. By this point, Can Sutian had no reason to keep lying.

In that case, Wuxiang Celestial Tomb was far too mysterious.

Swoosh, swoosh!

The Immortal Coffin floated like a swan’s feather over the abyss, gently landing on the open ground before the Calamity Ghost Wind Sea.

The sixteen figures above lifted their gazes, glancing over.

The leading old man was emaciated, pervaded by a deathly silence that made the heart quiver with fear.

Wuxiang Celestial Tomb, where countless experts’ corpses were interred—Martial Artists there seemed to cultivate something related to death energy and extinction.

Even among the top forces of the Spirit Realm, most experts knew almost nothing of Wuxiang Celestial Tomb’s true strength.

At this moment, only a few recognized the leading Cen Xinghou and his disciples; as for the rest, they were utterly unfamiliar!

"Greetings, everyone!"

Cen Xinghou gave a slight smile, his face twitching with grim stick-like muscles, sending chills through all who saw him.

Yin Qi enshrouded him; deathly silence entangled him!

On the bodies of the sixteen, there was not a trace of immortal aura, yet because of the Immortal Coffin beneath them, none dared underestimate them.

"Mr. Cen, did you obtain this Immortal Coffin long ago?" Yun Zheng stepped forward slowly, fixing Cen Xinghou with a piercing gaze.

All ears turned toward them.

Cen Xinghou offered a thin smile and said, "This was entrusted to us by the first Qian Emperor—we naturally did not spare any effort!"

"Elder Yun, blame me not—if the timing was not right, the Immortal Coffin’s appearance would only bring harm, not benefit!"

"At this very moment, I believe the timing is just right!"

His gaze swept toward the Calamity Ghost Wind Sea ahead, a glint flashing deep in his eyes.

Yun Zheng gave no explicit reply.

"What is your relationship with the Can Clan?"

This question pulled at everyone’s hearts.

Both Xu Yang and Can Sutian were full of curiosity.

Saint Monarch Nantian, noticing this, couldn’t help but mutter, "Could it be that even Can Sutian and Xu Yang don’t know the true identity of Mr. Cen?"

That made matters even stranger.

"There’s nothing to hide."

Cen Xinghou looked at Can Sutian, then suddenly cupped his fists and bowed, "Descendant of the Qian Palace death warriors, Cen Xinghou pays respects to the Qian Emperor!"

"Descendant of the death warriors?"

Everyone’s hearts trembled as one.

The Qian Palace, direct subordinates of the first Qian Emperor.

That descendants of the death warriors should be from the Spirit Realm’s unfathomably mysterious forbidden ground, the Wuxiang Celestial Tomb!

All these years, none of the major powers had known or noticed a thing!

Such concealment astounded even Yun Zheng, who couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath.

Can Sutian, too, was left utterly shocked.

"You’ve been in hiding since those years?"

Cen Xinghou nodded slightly. "Indeed."

"As death warriors, we were meant to lurk in the darkness, unseen by the light!"

"Though the first Qian Emperor fell, he foresaw the outcome and arranged everything long before!"

After speaking, Cen Xinghou glanced at Yun Zheng and the others, his expression tinged with ridicule and mockery.

The faces of the top experts turned unbearably ugly.

Though the first Qian Emperor had fallen, his preparations were of another order, a dimensional reduction strike!

Yun Zheng’s expression flickered through various emotions before he slowly smiled. "All that is in the past now. We must look forward."

"Now that the Immortal Coffin has emerged, how do we cross this Calamity Ghost Wind Sea?"

"No rush!"

The two words made Yun Zheng’s facial muscles twitch uncontrollably.

He couldn’t help but recall Xu Yang’s previous behavior.

What’s the rush?

Though he was normally calm, at this moment, even he could not suppress a surge of killing intent in his heart.

Cen Xinghou and the others leapt down from the Immortal Coffin, immediately forming a ring around it.

"We must first complete our transformation and step onto the Immortal Path—it won’t take long!"

As Cen Xinghou finished speaking, a Jade Talisman appeared in his hand and was flung into the Immortal Coffin like lightning.

Bang!

The Immortal Coffin shuddered, releasing a brilliant glow of immortal light.

The sixteen stood motionless, letting the surging immortal light envelope and drown them.

Immediately, their bodies began to tremble violently, grimacing in pain, as the death energy on them, under the immortal light, disintegrated and vanished at a rate visible to the naked eye.

This scene made everyone’s hearts race with terror!

Just to witness it was horrifying—as if purity and filth were colliding, good and evil battling, and the next instant, Cen Xinghou and his fellows would perish then and there!

"That Jade Talisman, and all of this—it’s all arranged by the first Qian Emperor!"

"He foresaw it all and prepared everything."

Xu Yang marveled inwardly; though they’d never met, he couldn’t help but admire this ancestor in name and bloodline.

If only he’d not fallen back then, perhaps by now he’d already tread the Immortal Path.

The crowd watched in silent attention.

Although Yun Zheng desperately wanted to intervene, he could only think about it.

As time passed, the looks of pain on the sixteen began to fade.

Their death energy was completely eradicated, and a faint immortal glow began to arise on them.

"They’ve managed to step onto the Immortal Path this easily."

"We’ve gone through so much, even risking our lives, but for them, everything was prepared—no chance of failure."

"Just how did the first Qian Emperor accomplish all this?"

"Now they’ve got sixteen more people, and control the Immortal Coffin. Damn it, now we’re in real trouble."

...

When the immortal light receded, the sixteen were revealed once more, a formless immortal aura spilling out from them, sending chills down the spines of all standing there.

"So strong!"

"Except for Cen Xinghou’s disciples, the rest have just entered the Immortal Path, and nearly all are at the peak of Second-class Immortal Weapon power—Cen Xinghou himself is likely close to First-class."

"Compared to the effort we spent, they powered up a thousand times more easily!"

Saint Monarch Nantian’s eyes grew grave.

Though not yet First-class, fifteen peak Second-class Immortal Weapons was terrifying strength indeed.

Moreover, who could say the first Qian Emperor had no further measures in place?

If Cen Xinghou could be empowered even further...

Cen Xinghou said with a smile, "There are seventy-two Immortal Seals upon the Immortal Coffin."

"To command the Immortal Coffin requires everyone working in unity to ignite all seventy-two Immortal Seals!"