Chapter 181: The Vermilion Bird Bone
"Cough, cough... this coffin must not touch the ground... otherwise the consequences will be endless..."
"Xiaoya... place those two stone beads into the eyes of the Vermilion Bird carved on the coffin... once the coffin opens... you will receive what you seek... cough, cough..."
Murong Fu broke into another violent fit of coughing, his entire aged frame looking as though it might collapse at any moment.
Channeling True Qi while bearing such grave injuries and severe poisoning seemed to take extraordinary effort, as though he might give out at any instant.
Hearing this, Murong Xiaoya glanced at her Second Uncle, then immediately leaped upward and shot toward the red coffin that hung suspended in his True Qi.
Drawing close to the coffin, which stood nearly thirty feet tall, Murong Xiaoya could now see clearly that a relief carving of a Vermilion Bird, its wings stretching from the head of the coffin all the way to its foot, rose above the countless layers of feather-scale carvings beneath it.
Its left wing was raised high with its neck arched toward the sky, its right wing drooped low over the foot of the coffin, and the fine feathers layered across its scales flickered like tongues of flame. Yet its two eyes were sunken and hollow, empty of anything.
What should have been a lifelike carving was utterly lifeless.
Seeing this, Murong Xiaoya did not hesitate. She flicked the stone beads in her hand straight into the hollow eyes of the bird, then immediately circulated her martial True Qi and twisted her body back to retreat.