Although the corpse coffin overhead was bloated and decaying after having been immersed in seawater for so long, one could still make out Tinglan’s appearance. Her body was a corpse coffin that spanned fifty kilometers.

“The tombs of yin and yang consist of one real and one fake tomb, and both are real and fake!” murmured Lu Yun as various emotions flickered rapidly over his face. “The poison ghost isn’t Guanqing....”

“Not Guanqing?” Qing Han blurted. “Then who is it?”

“Su Xiaoxiao!” Lu Yun snapped out. “Both tombs are real. One corpse coffin contains Su Xiaoxiao’s body, while the other contains her soul! What an utterly vicious woman. She seized...