Liu Wuxie furrowed his brows and remained silent.0

Within moments, nearly a third of the cultivators entered the heavenly coffin.0

"I suspect this heavenly coffin might be an artifact," Liu Wuxie said after glancing at the colossal structure. Someone had forged it. It hadn't formed naturally.0

Perhaps someone had buried it so long ago that its spiritual essence had faded away, leaving it dull and lifeless.0

"An artifact? You're saying that this is a heaven-spirit artifact?" Qiao Bian asked, his expression shifting. Only heaven-spirit artifacts could freely change sizes, like the Divine Sun Sword.0

"Heaven-spirit artifacts can indeed shift sizes and house internal space," Liu Wuxie explained, shaking his head. "But it can't store origin force."0

He dismissed the assumption without hesitation. This coffin wasn't merely a heaven-spirit artifact. Most likely, it was a genuine immortal artifact. 0

Liu Wuxie kept that to himself, as voicing it would spark chaos. If it genuinely was an immortal artifact, who could hope to claim it?0

Even with all his strength, Liu Wuxie wouldn't be able to seize...0