The Old Dragon King surveyed the surroundings, everyone was waiting for the results.

It wasn't just the Old Dragon King who had put effort into this, waiting his whole life; other Dragon Clan powerhouses were also eagerly anticipating this matter.

"It should be true, but for his safety, this matter must remain silent, no one is allowed to speak carelessly."

The Old Dragon King's expression was severe as he glanced around.

Immediately, someone chanted in the dragon language, casting a spell of silence on themselves, unable to divulge the information.

The others followed suit, making all the necessary preparations.

Their venture here was somewhat impulsive, even the Old Dragon King himself was impulsive.

"Prepare to leave tomorrow, leak a little information below.

The Evil Dragon Tomb has sunk to the seabed, yet someone has come to rob the grave.

There were also fierce beasts planning to destroy the tomb to take revenge on the Dragon Clan, but we have slain them.

Once we return, clean the flesh and skin of those beasts, and hang their bones outside the Dragon Tomb as a warning to others.

Anyone who dares to rob or destroy the Dragon Clan's tombs will meet this fate."

Upon hearing this, everyone understood what to do immediately.

It happened that this place was not far from the former Evil Dragon Tomb, which made sense.

As for the fierce beasts, that was easy; with so many gathered together, they could clean up the fierce beasts near their territory on the way back.

Slaughtering a few more wouldn't be a problem.

The next day, the sealed area of the Dragon Clan was unsealed, and the Dragon Clan withdrew.

The Old Dragon King, considering everything carefully, quietly placed a Dragon Clan restriction on the small Abyssal Rift that Yu Ziqing had come out of.

A dozen or so Dragon Clan powerhouses cast the joint restriction, and without the token given by the Old Dragon King, no one could pass through the Abyssal Rift.

Even if someone came here to investigate in the future, they wouldn't be able to discover this place.

On the other hand, the Old Dragon King was also blocking anyone within the Dragon Clan from possibly knowing about this, crossing the Abyssal Rift on their own to cause trouble elsewhere.

He specifically placed a gag order on Ao Lie, forbidding anyone from mentioning the incident.

Because Ao Lie was his son, and he knew him very well.

Once this fellow knew, he might just use the Abyss to cross over.

First, he blocked the path.

Then offered some benefits, so if anyone came from there in the future, only Ao Lie could handle it.

If there was a chance to meet a True Dragon, Ao Lie would be the most hopeful among the Dragon Clan.

The Dragon Clan had been bustling for days, and the news gradually spread.

People from the East Sea were cursing, as were the courts of Dali and the Daqian Dynasty.

They questioned why those grave robbers bothered to provoke these entities.

The Evil Dragon Tomb had long since nothing in it, just an empty mausoleum, a thought, and dignity; why provoke it, was it pure courting death?

As for those fierce beasts, forget it, most of them were fools; cursing them was useless.

Anyway, their enmity with the Dragon Clan wasn't a day's or two's old.

The Dragon Clan loved to devour fierce beasts, and fierce beasts loved to devour the Dragon Clan, especially young Dragon Clan members.

Natural enemies by birth, there was no solution.

Yu Ziqing was crossing the Abyss, on his way back, and just as he reached the Abyssal Rift, he saw from afar the Death Qi surging.

He hid among the hungry ghosts, quietly waiting.

A moment later, he witnessed the massive Death Qi gathering into clouds.

A cultivator with a deathly expression flew over from afar, his eyes vacant, chanting something.

"Home, go home and tell them to seal it with the copper coffin, never to return."

Yu Ziqing frowned slightly, quietly watching the cultivator fall into the Abyssal Rift.

He hovered in the air, gazing westward, remembering that this already dead cultivator had come back from the direction of the Bloodthirsty Devil Flower.

Moreover, Yu Ziqing remembered him as the cultivator who had previously entered the Abyss in search of the Undying Mandala.

His lifespan was nearing its end, and this was his last desperate gamble.

If successful, he'd soar for thousands of years; if failed, he'd perish entirely.

Now it seemed, he had died.

Yet, with a strong posthumous obsession, he managed to return.

Yu Ziqing cautioned the nearby hungry ghosts not to provoke anyone like him.

He emerged from the Abyssal Rift and saw from afar that the dense Death Qi had gathered into clouds, flying southward.

A few strong individuals had already appeared around, trailing behind at a distance, not obstructing, just in case.

Yu Ziqing mingled among the crowd, following along as they flew thousands of miles, witnessing a dead man descending from the sky, step by step heading towards a manor on the ground.

Cultivators acted in advance, relocating everyone around.

This vast Death Qi, mortals touch it and they die.

Even cultivators, if contaminated too much, could potentially have their cultivation affected.

The cultivator with a deathly appearance and empty eyes arrived outside the manor, but did not enter; he kept muttering to himself, repeating the same words.

"Go home, go home and tell them, use the copper coffin to seal it, never go again."

A moment later, a man looking middle-aged flew in from afar.

Upon seeing the old man, he knelt down immediately.

"Father, you are home, you are already home."

After repeating it three times, the old man closed his eyes and fell backward.

Yet the immense Death Qi remained, coiling and unwavering around him.

Yu Ziqing watched this scene from afar, slightly furrowing his brows.

He sensed the curse and ominous aura, his first thought was that this guy suffered retribution.

An immediate retribution.

The giant once warned him, not to meddle in matters of the Undying Mandala, as it's easy to incur retribution.

Many powerful figures ventured into the Abyss back then, most of whom ended up like this old man.

With no further progress in cultivation, or at the verge of life's end, they were all in for one last gamble.

Before going, they all knew it was a path of near certain death, nine in ten chances of demise.

But they had no other way, they could only gamble for this opportunity.

Yu Ziqing stood among the spectators, noticing many people watching, shortly after, he saw a high-ranking expert from Duke Lin Mansion flying over upon spotting Yu Ziqing.

"Greetings, Young Master Qing."

Yu Ziqing cupped his hands with a cheerful smile.

"Changsheng, you came too, do you know this family?"

"I do, they are from the Liao Family, that's their old man, his lifespan was near its end.

But now it seems, they're facing a major problem."

At this moment, sixteen strong Body Cultivators with thick Qi-Blood emerged from the Liao Family, carrying a brass coffin, stepping out from inside.

Sixteen Sixth Tier Body Cultivators, yet they appeared to struggle greatly.

The Liao Family was in a rush, placing the old man's corpse into the copper coffin, sealing it tight, preparing for burial.

Witnessing this scene, many people's expressions slightly changed.

Yu Ziqing didn't understand why, but he could see that the copper coffin seemed to be anything but ordinary.

"Changsheng, what is that thing, do you know?"

Changsheng's face was somewhat grave, without haste to speak, he explained while walking back to Almsgiving Town with Yu Ziqing.

"The Liao Family has always been crafting coffins for the Imperial Family and high-ranking court officials.

That copper coffin is called the Dragon-locking Coffin, originally intended for the Emperor's use.

After burial, it won't draw upon Divine Dynasty's fortune, won't stain the fortune due to Death Qi, and the corpse won't transform.

Now it serves another purpose; cursed to die, affecting the bloodline, it must be buried and suppressed with this Dragon-locking Coffin.

The old man of the Liao Family died with lingering obsessions, intent on returning; the curse seems very troublesome."

Listening to this, Yu Ziqing frowned deeply, no wonder the old man, lost all consciousness, yet managed to return from the Abyss driven by his last impulse.

He hadn't heard of the Dragon-locking Coffin, but he had seen similar curses.

Because Wen Jun had used something comparable.

Using one person as a medium, he once cursed to death tens of thousands of elite members of a certain clan.

The collateral damage affected tens of thousands more.

This was why enemies feared Wen Jun back then.

But in Wen Jun's records, such spells were excessively brutal, with great harm and high cost; apart from Wen Jun, no one could bear it, which is why it wasn't passed down.

How did this person get cursed?

The Undying Mandala wouldn't curse someone this way.

Moreover, the curse seemed increasingly like the spells Wen Jun once used.

Also using one person as the source, allowing their return home, then the curse spreads, wiping out an entire clan.

All those with any blood connection to them ended up doomed.

The more it spread, the curse would not weaken, but grow increasingly stronger.