The air around the pit seemed to freeze in an instant. Every gaze locked on the handsome man who had suddenly opened his eyes within the coffin. Hearts pounded wildly, as if about to burst from their chests. Those eyes were too deep, carrying the weight of millennia, steeped in desolation and cold killing intent. Just being stared at by them made a chill rise from the marrow. The next instant, something even more terrifying happened. The man’s body stirred slightly, and without warning, he floated out of the crystal coffin. As light as a feather, he slowly rose into the air, stopping half a zhang above the pit. Sunlight spilled over his white robe, outlining his tall, straight form. A faint aura of radiance surrounded him, as though a deity from legend had descended. Looking down upon the crowd below, his gaze was filled with indifference and disdain, as though watching a swarm of insignificant ants. Li Wenxing, Li Guanglong, and Li Juntang exchanged glances. In each other’s eyes,...