Chapter 75: Sixty Years of Time
Forming a spell seal, the soil around the coffin continuously condensed, becoming incomparably hard.
The coffin subsequently sank continuously, only stopping when it reached about five zhang deep.
If someone were to dig up the top layer of soil at this moment, within two or three meters, they would completely be unable to dig any further.
The soil quality was comparable to metal and stone; an iron shovel striking it would only produce sparks.
After finishing this matter, Chu Xun still maintained his control over the marshes of heaven and earth within a hundred zhang.
Not allowing a single trace of water vapor to fall on the grave mound.
Merely having Qi Condensation stage cultivation made him feel very exhausted.
He had to lean against the tombstone. Vaguely, he seemed to hear familiar voices again.
"I secretly filled this from the water buckets Dad carried, quickly drink some to relieve the heat."