Chapter 34: You Can’t run from me, Little Cultivator.
John slowly stepped forward, the echo of his footsteps faintly bouncing across the cavern’s stone walls.
The light grew stronger with each careful step, illuminating the center of the vast, silent cave, a single coffin, glowing with a haunting silver-blue hue.
It looked ancient, almost fossilized, yet the shine pulsing from it felt alive, as if it were breathing softly in the dark.
He narrowed his eyes.
That light... it’s coming from the carvings.
Taking a deep breath, John cautiously approached the coffin.
When he was about ten steps away, he activated his Spatial Sense, trying to probe the structure and the space around it.
But the moment his sense touched the surface of the coffin, his eyes widened in horror.
"Wh—!"
BOOM!
An invisible backlash of energy exploded outward.
A blast of raw spiritual force slammed into him like a charging beast, launching him backwards like a ragdoll.