"Zhao Jie, Zhao Jie!" Seeing this eerie scene, those acquainted with the black-robed cultivator felt chills run down their spines and anxiously called out the name of the cultivator who had fallen into the mysterious iron coffin, but there was no response whatsoever.
A living person had just been swallowed by a coffin.
Li Venerable's eyes were shadowed, intently watching the mysterious iron coffin that had returned to its original state.
It wasn't that there were no changes, for right after Zhao Jie fell into the coffin, a small portion of the strange grey patterns on the surface of the coffin began to flicker with a blood-red sheen, as if they had come to life.
He seemed to think of something, but was not sure, and needed to verify it further.
So he pointed out another Underworld Cultivator—the cultivator in purple robes who was just calling Zhao Jie's name, "You, go and explore this coffin again!"