Qi Yuan transformed into a streak of light and began to explore the depth of the secret realm.
Suddenly, Qi Yuan's gaze became fixed.
In the distance, he saw spiritual energy flowing like a stream around a crystalline coffin.
Vines from an unknown source hung precariously, seemingly pulling the coffin away at a slow pace.
In the coffin lay a figure deeply familiar to Qi Yuan.
Xiao Jia!
Upon seeing who was encased in the coffin, Qi Yuan gripped his kitchen knife, his entire mana condensed to its limits in an instant.
He swung his blade and the heavens and earth trembled.
This strike was far more powerful than the might of a dazzling sword.
The knife struck the vines attempting to haul the coffin away.
"Puff." Blood trickled from the corner of Qi Yuan's mouth. However, the vines remained unscathed and even hastened their pace.
Qi Yuan's eyes, once filled with assorted emotions, were now extraordinarily calm.