In the dim stone cave, the humid air settles with the scent of earth and time.
Weak light slants in through the narrow entrance, casting fragmented shadows on the mottled stone walls.
Having been untouched by feet for years, the place appears increasingly desolate.
Yet the four chains on the stone wall are surrounded by faint traces of evil qi.
They snake downwards, intertwining in the void, finally converging in the center of the cave.
At the very center, a pitch-black coffin stands solemnly.
The four chains bind it tightly like giant pythons, suspending it in mid-air.
Even though the lid is tightly sealed, it fails to fully block the evil qi seeping from within.
Qin An's gaze was like lightning, and he said sharply: "Pseudo-God."
This aura was slightly different from the ordinary evil qi of monsters.
Now, Qin An was no longer a novice; after studying extensively in the Confidential Library, he was already able to discern the differences within.
