"What else?" Pascal asked.
Fade's gaze finally fell on the center of the tomb where an enormous maroon coffin lay.
Fade gave an involuntary shiver the moment he noticed the coffin. It was as if the cold and sticky feeling he felt all originated from that very coffin.
He steadied himself and said, "And a coffin."
"A coffin!"
Amman and the others were struck dumb upon hearing this.
The nine people finally entered the room after a brief discussion.
The moment they set foot into the room, their eyes lit up as they slowly took in the treasures that filled the tomb.
Some of them couldn't stop themselves and almost grabbed some treasures.
However, Pascal gave a cold snort. He unleashed some of his positive energy and spoke in a rather low voice, "We've agreed on this earlier. We'll find and collect the treasures together. Then, we'll split them up into nine shares once we're outside."
"If I catch anyone stashing some extras for themselves, don't come begging for mercy later. We'll kill you on the spot."
Amman also spoke up, "There's no need to rush. The things here, they're all ours."
"Of course, these items outside are just ordinary grave goods. The real good stuff is in the coffin."
Upon hearing Amman and Pascal's words, the excited masters exchanged glances and stopped what they were doing. They unanimously walked towards the coffin in the middle of the tomb.
Amman stopped dead in his tracks when he was about five meters away from the coffin. His eyebrows furrowed into a frown and he said, "The chilliness and coldness in this tomb all originate from this coffin."
Pascal nodded, "Yes, you're probably right.
The person in the coffin must’ve been an outstanding master. Otherwise, he wouldn't have such a terrifying aura after death."
Everyone else nodded. Desire and alert filled their faces.
Eventually, their gazes all fell on Fade.
Amman was naturally uncivil towards Fade. He ordered, "Open the coffin, brat."
At that moment, Fade wasn't even close to the coffin. However, he still felt the wet and frigid air intruding his body.
It made his body quiver. He might not be able to hold on any longer.
Despite that, Amman remained indifferent. He snapped when Fade was unwilling to move, "Hurry up! The other option you have now is death."
Fade understood that he had no other choice. Thus, he gritted his teeth and held back the chilliness in his body as he paced towards the coffin.
The closer Fade got to the coffin, the heavier his steps became. All the muscles in his body even started shivering due to the chilliness in the air.
Behind him, Amman, Pascal and the others were apathetic. They only kept urging and threatening him.
"Keep going, move faster."
Fade gnashed his teeth and dragged his feet to the coffin.
Fade had observed the coffin from afar earlier. Now that he was closer to it, Fade realized just how abnormally large that coffin was.
It was about ten meters long and five or six meters wide.
The whole coffin was made of a kind of hefty maroon-colored wood.
Due to the passage of time, fine cracks had appeared on the wood.
The damp and chilly air was released through these cracks.
Standing next to the coffin, Fade clenched his teeth together and reached out his hand to push the lid off the coffin.
The problem was, the coffin lid was so heavy it didn't even budge.
Fade tried again with a much more powerful force.
After many attempts, the heavy lid finally shifted a little. However, Fade had exhausted most of his strength.
As the coffin lid shifted slightly, a gap had opened up. The bone-chilling air broke out and smacked Fade in the face.
The chilly air from the coffin's cracks already had Fade on the edge of collapse.
Now, the air burst straight out from the coffin. It was even more fearsome and horrible.
Fade felt someone pour a freezing bucket of ice water on his brain. It sent chills up his spine and made his blood run cold. In an instant, he lost consciousness and crumpled to the ground.
"What's the matter, brat?"
Amman and Pascal shouted. However, they received no response from Fade.
The pair then tried activating their soul energies in Fade's spiritual consciousness. Despite that, Fade remained unresponsive.
"His divine soul didn't even react. The brat, is he dead?"
"Perhaps he's just acting! It might simply be another trick up his sleeve."
"Hmph, all nine of us are venerable masters. There's no need for us to be scared of some little brat," a robust master snorted, "I understand that most of you are too timid. I'll do it, then," he said as he approached the coffin.
"This chilliness..." As he felt the horrible chill radiating from the coffin, the robust master activated his positive energy speedily to protect his body. Then, he exerted a gust of force that blew the lid off the coffin.
Instantly, a stream of cold white fog spewed out.
This made the robust venerable master lose his balance. He stumbled and almost tripped over.
As he steadied himself, his expression was filled with apparent surprise and eagerness as he murmured, "Good stuff. This is really good stuff"
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