The stars in the sky were dim, and a red star was shining brightly, making the surrounding stars look a little faint. A cloud of white smoke was floating gently, like a layer of sand covering the surroundings. A ball of purple flame fell from the rock, and in the middle was a wooden coffin the size of a palm.

Hong Yan glanced at the wooden coffin, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he walked up with both feet, bent down and stretched out his right hand to grab the wooden ...