Han Yuan even saw some bone fragments beneath the gloomy, dark red coffin.

These bones must have been here for a very long time; they were covered in a thick layer of dust.

"Of course, the people of the Great Yin Kingdom all believe in a certain theory."

"That is, after a person dies, their body and coffin enter the River of the Underworld together."

"If the body is washed away by the River of the Underworld, all its memories will be cleansed, it will lose its true self, and it will become a different person."

"Therefore, before they die, the nobles of the Great Yin Kingdom will choose their most loyal guards and have them drink poison to die alongside them."

"After the noble’s body is placed in the coffin, the corpses of these guards are placed underneath it."

"The people of the Great Yin Kingdom believe that by doing this, when they reach the Yellow Springs River, these guards will carry their coffins across it."

"This way, their true selves won’t be washed away from their souls by the Yellow Springs."

Elder Xuan Yun seemed to know a lot about the Great Yin Kingdom and thoughtfully explained the reasoning to Han Yuan.

"So that’s how it is... This Great Yin Kingdom is truly bizarre."

"They use living people for human sacrifices for everything."

Han Yuan couldn’t help but shake his head upon hearing this.

He continued to survey the massive tomb chamber.

In one corner, he discovered piles of dust-covered gold, silver, and jewelry.

"This is also a custom of the Great Yin Kingdom."

"Crossing the Yellow Springs River is only the first trial. Afterward, you will encounter numerous Ghost Generals."

"That’s when you use this gold, silver, and jewelry to bribe them."

Xuan Yun Daoist said in a deep voice.

"That’s not right. Aren’t you supposed to use netherworld paper money in the underworld?"

"Why are they still using gold and silver?"

Han Yuan asked, puzzled.

"Perhaps the Great Yin Kingdom didn’t have paper money back then."

That was the only explanation Xuan Yun could offer.

"Fine."

Han Yuan nodded helplessly.

Then he noticed something else that was strange.

"Wait... Why aren’t there any bodies of those Rangers here?"

"According to the information I had, quite a few Martial World Wanderers have entered this ancient tomb these past few days."

Han Yuan said with a frown.

"Perhaps they were eaten, leaving nothing behind."

"From within that coffin, I can feel an extremely strong aura of blood, gloom, and resentment."

Xuan Yun Daoist said softly.

His meaning was simple.

The Evil Spirits in the coffin had eaten all those Martial World Wanderers.

"Is that so?"

Han Yuan also tried to sense the coffin, but he felt no aura at all.

However, Elder Xuan Yun was one of the Abnormal People and possessed a powerful Divine Soul, so it was understandable that he could perceive special auras.

"Yes."

"Brother."

"You go open this coffin, then quickly fall back."

"Leave the rest to me."

Elder Xuan Yun said in a deep voice.

Han Yuan thought for a moment, seeming to hesitate about whether to take the risk.

"Brother Zhang."

"Don’t you worry."

"As long as I’m by your side, I will absolutely not let these Evil Spirits harm you in the slightest."

Elder Xuan Yun promised.

Han Yuan gritted his teeth. "Alright, then I’ll trust you, Daoist!"

With that, he walked toward the coffin.

Elder Xuan Yun followed closely behind Han Yuan.

Han Yuan, with a tense expression, approached the red coffin and placed his hand on its lid.

The moment he touched it, he felt a strong aura of resentment and death.

’Looks like there really is an Evil Spirit inside,’ Han Yuan thought to himself.

After preparing himself, he got ready to use both hands to force the coffin lid open.

But Han Yuan didn’t see it.

Behind him, Elder Xuan Yun revealed a strange, sinister smile.

He quietly raised the Duster in his hand, about to strike Han Yuan’s back.

Suddenly, Han Yuan’s right leg kicked backward like a scorpion’s tail, striking Elder Xuan Yun right in a vital spot.

BANG!

Elder Xuan Yun had never expected Han Yuan to be on guard against him. He let out a miserable shriek and was sent flying more than ten meters.

Han Yuan turned around, his eyes filled with mockery as he watched the Elder Xuan Yun, who was writhing in agony.

However, the old man must have used some kind of Secret Technique, as he quickly stood up, seemingly no longer in pain.

"Damn you."

"How did you see through me?"

Elder Xuan Yun stared at Han Yuan, his previous calmness gone, his face twisted with malevolence.

"It’s strange, but from the moment I first saw you, I had a feeling you were no good."

"That time I was attacked by the giant corpse—you deliberately set that trap for me, didn’t you?"

Han Yuan said coldly.

From the very beginning, he had been wary of this Elder Xuan Yun.

This was because he had truly met a compassionate Daoist before.

This Xuan Yun put on a good act, but certain details easily gave him away.

For example, when they encountered the two Ranger corpses earlier.

Han Yuan believed that if it had been Zhang Cang, he would have at least recited a few lines from the Taoist School’s Sutra of Transmigration.

"You little brat... you’re quite cautious."

"A pity it’s useless. Now that you’ve entered this tomb, your fate is sealed."

Elder Xuan Yun cackled sinisterly.

The next moment, he swung the Duster in his hand.

SWISH SWISH SWISH~~

Empowered by Magical Power, the Duster’s white strands instantly and bizarrely extended, shooting toward Han Yuan like lightning.

"A petty trick!"

Han Yuan strode forward, and the Cold Blade at his waist was suddenly unsheathed.

BOOM!

As he slashed out with his blade, the blade’s friction against the air actually produced a sound like thunder.

Eight Extremes·Thunderstorm Slash!

PSHHT!

The Duster’s white strands were instantly sliced apart!

But a sinister smile touched Elder Xuan Yun’s lips as he suddenly activated the Duster again.

The severed white strands grew back, wrapping around the Cold Blade and erupting with immense force, trying to wrench it from Han Yuan’s grasp.

But Han Yuan laughed too, and his right arm suddenly tensed with power.

The muscles in his entire arm bulged, erupting with tremendous force.

With a RIP, the Duster’s white strands were torn to shreds by Han Yuan’s sheer strength.

RUMBLE!!!

Suddenly, the coffin behind Han Yuan violently exploded.

A foul stench suddenly filled the tomb chamber.

A dried corpse lunged out from behind Han Yuan, opening its fanged maw to bite through his neck.

BAM!

Han Yuan’s right hand, still holding the blade, viciously elbowed backward!

The terrifying force smashed the corpse’s face, causing it to deform. It stumbled back a few steps, then pounced at Han Yuan again, baring its fangs and claws.

"Die!"

Han Yuan was about to kick out but found that the white strands had somehow wrapped tightly around his calf, immobilizing him.

At that moment, the dried corpse’s sharp claws, reeking of decay, lunged viciously toward Han Yuan’s eyes.

BANG!

Han Yuan snapped his head back, smashing it into the dried corpse’s head like a headbutt.

The corpse clearly hadn’t anticipated this. Its head suffered a heavy blow, and its entire body trembled.

"BREAK!"

Han Yuan roared, and his right leg strained like a wild elephant lifting its foot. The white strands wrapped around his ankle were instantly snapped and torn apart.

At the same time, Han Yuan viciously kicked the dried corpse in the chest.

BAM!

The terrifying explosive force of the kick caved in the dried corpse’s chest. It was sent flying, finally crashing into the wall of the tomb chamber.

Han Yuan then spun around, executed the Seven Stars Step, and charged toward Elder Xuan Yun with his Cold Blade raised!