Jiang Li threw all the souls into the coffin and jumped in.
The coffin was still as familiar as before. The spider lily and carefree grass swayed with the cold wind, and inverted vines grew the Nine Nether Wood. The Yin Burial Ghost Cloud above his head was slowly spinning like a hurricane.
Even a paradise or an immortal land could only be this amazing.
A large amount of spiritual qi and Yin qi in the coffin were continuously swallowed by the ghost clouds, making the coffin space that was already slightly depressed with the dense spiritual qi become a little easier.
Jiang Li was not worried that the 6.33 million ghosts waiting to be fed would empty his coffin.
Although the number of ghosts absorbing spiritual qi this time was dozens of times that of the peak period, Jiang Li's Spiritual Qi Infusion status was more than a hundred times higher than back then.