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He had in his hand an ancient sword embryo of mysterious origin, known as the Big Luo Sword Fetus.
When wielded with full power, endless light rainfall would cascade down from the sword fetus.
In addition, it would reveal countless solitary graves, large tombs, ancient and desolate, covered by the boundless yellow sand. They surged from the ground, settled in the starry sky, their number impossible to ascertain, spreading like the eternal sands of the starry heavens, dense and compact.
At the very center of those large tombs was a bronze coffin, upon which half-kneeling was a figure, its specific features indiscernible, clothes stained with blood, exuding an air of desolation and solitude.
What that person had experienced was unknown, only that he was the sole survivor, all his companions having become the low mounds piled with yellow earth.
And beneath that man, the coffin he was kneeling on… seemed to be the one right here.
The Three Generations Bronze Coffin!