Li Yuan understood in his heart.
If even he was badly injured, what about a Supreme?
"Little Tomb, hurry and take a look," urged Little Tomb.
"Okay." One of Li Yuan's true bodies had already arrived beside the bronze coffin.
At this moment, the top of the coffin had been completely lifted by numerous chains. The aura of the chains in the starry sky had entirely receded, as if it had never erupted, and the strange mist-like forces had also vanished without a trace.
"What is that?" Li Yuan was stunned.
He saw it at a glance.
Inside the bronze coffin was a vast space, and within this space floated a somewhat illusory, brilliant star.
At this moment, within this star, strange flowing silken threads were interweaving, reflecting countless threads that resembled starlight... countless threads interwoven, beautiful and enchanting, as if they were strands of eternal holy Dao laws, containing endless mysteries.
