Shi Feng's body, then suddenly out of his control again, was sucked by the violent force from behind, flying rapidly backward.

The dark space was boundless, without an end.

As Shi Feng's body was flying rapidly backward, it was constantly impacted by the chaotic spatial currents. However, he kept dispersing the force impacting him.

With his body sucked backward by the fierce force this time, Shi Feng estimated that he flew back thousands of miles before stopping.

Even though he came to a safe stop, Shi Feng continued to repel the impact of the turbulent currents, continuously depleting his Primordial Stones and Pills.

"Huff huff huff! Huff huff huff!" Gusts of icy cold wind blew from behind Shi Feng.

Feeling the biting wind, Shi Feng immediately sensed the temperature around him plummet, as though the air was turning to ice.

No! It wasn't just turning to ice; it had already been frozen.

The air around Shi Feng's body was frozen under that cold wind, and even his flesh began to freeze.

"Hmm? This icy force?" Feeling the frigid power invading him, Shi Feng shuddered suddenly, then shattered the freezing force imprisoning him.

He spun around, turning to stare forward again.

The space in front of him had been frozen by that blast of cold wind.

"That blast of cold wind just now! That icy power!" Shi Feng murmured once more.

He vaguely felt that the chilling wind force that intended to freeze him was somewhat familiar.

"Could it be?" A thought suddenly arose in Shi Feng's mind.

Then, a burst of intense crimson flame erupted from Shi Feng's body, first repelling a powerful spatial current rushing towards him from behind.

Immediately following, the crimson flame transformed into a wild Blood Flame Sword, launching a fierce impact forward.

Under the impact of the Blood Flame Sword, an ice passage formed instantly. Shi Feng's body shot forward, rushing into this ice passage.

Then, the Sacred Flame continued to blaze a trail, and Shi Feng's figure moved swiftly onward within the icy corridor.

The cold wind had not only frozen large areas of air but also the turbulent spatial currents within this space.

With the solid ice on all sides, Shi Feng was temporarily protected from the impact of the spatial vortex within this ice corridor.

However, the path opened by the Blood Flame Sword quickly froze over again, exuding an extremely cold aura after Shi Feng moved on.

The Blood Flame Sword opened the road as Shi Feng rushed onward, and it wasn't long before he saw a smear of pale white amidst the black ice in the distance.

The shape of the pale white object was precisely that of a coffin.

Upon seeing this pale white coffin, Shi Feng exclaimed in surprise, "It really is him!"

This coffin was exactly the one Shi Feng saw at the bottom of the Ghost Ship in the Eastern Domain, along with Shi Jinsuai on his journey over the East Sea of the Tianlan Empire.

Not long after, he saw this pale white coffin and the Source of All Things could no longer be contained, flying out of his body.

Then the coffin seemed to come to life, colliding violently with the Source of All Things, resulting in the overturning of the Netherworld Ship and the creation of a massive dark void.

Ultimately, the coffin entered the dark void, but now he never expected it to still be here. Could this Divine Grade coffin have chosen this dark space as its burial ground for its master again?

But Shi Feng didn't care about these reasons. Now, in encountering this coffin, Shi Feng had already realized there was hope of leaving here.

That "Old Master" Source of All Things, hadn't it remained indifferent no matter how he called upon it?

Now he wanted to see if encountering this Divine Grade coffin would still leave it indifferent!

Shi Feng pondered darkly in his heart.

He had also begun to understand some of the patterns of the Source of All Things' appearance.

Usually, no matter how he wanted to see it, it wouldn't respond or show itself.

However, once ancient objects or ancient Divine Grade objects appeared, it seemed to be unable to contain its restless heart.

Such was the case with the Blood Pattern Tribe's Sacred Sword, the Eight Separation Divine Serpent's avatar, the Evil Eye of the Evil Eye Clan, the Blood Pattern Tribe's abomination, this coffin, and the Thousand-Eyed Jade Bottle presented by the Ling Family Patriarch, Ling Hun.

But it didn't seem to be a hundred percent absolute, like when he first encountered the Sacred Flame; it didn't appear.

And when he was in the Eastern Domain, when Piao Xueyan, the Sect Master of Floating Void Sect, brought out the Full Moon Scimitar that hadn't yet evolved into the Death God Scythe, it also didn't manifest.

However, Shi Feng cast these thoughts aside and focused his gaze again on the pale white coffin within the ice far ahead.

Whether or not this pale white coffin could trigger the appearance of the Source of All Things, he had to try, as he didn't want to remain in this lifeless dark space for his entire life.

Even if approaching the coffin could result in him being obliterated by the Divine Grade coffin, nothing could stop Shi Feng's determination to try.

"Burn!" Shi Feng whispered, igniting the crimson flame around him once more.

Then, under Shi Feng's control, the crimson flame swept forward.

Under the destruction of the fierce Sacred Flame, a path forward was opened instantly, and with that, Shi Feng moved both feet, walking forward.

At this moment, Shi Feng wore a solemn expression, staring intently at the pale white coffin ahead.

Life or death, or leaving this wretched place, would soon be known.

Oh, Power of Divine Grade, oh, Power of Divine Grade, without entering the Divine Realm, even one's life and death cannot be controlled!

Shi Feng's heart once again brimmed with an endless yearning for the Power of Divine Grade.

If only he possessed the Power of Divine Grade, at the Ling Family, how would he allow that Ling Hun to act arrogantly? How could he watch helplessly as his sister fell into their hands, while he was inept and powerless?

How could he be sucked into the dark void, arriving in this ghastly place and powerless to escape?

How could he be so cautious in facing merely a coffin that holds the deceased?

…

With the Sacred Flame destroying the ice, Shi Feng persisted in moving forward, now even closer to the coffin, measuring by eye, it was no more than a hundred meters away.

Soon enough, fifty meters.

Forty meters!

Thirty meters!

And just as Shi Feng approached the coffin about thirty meters away, a sudden "intense" cracking sound came from ahead.

It was the coffin, violently shaking within the ice, producing noise.

When Shi Feng heard the loud noise, his heart immediately followed with a thump.