The moment the ten coffins appeared.
The aura of the Ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors immediately surged like a black tide, climbing frantically in a terrifying stance.
At the same time, inexplicable Great Taoist patterns appeared among the Ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors.
Like ripples spreading on a calm lake surface, visible to the naked eye, crossing countless great worlds in the boundless universe, merging into one another, producing some unimaginable change, making their aura increasingly heavy and insurmountable.
This was a kind of Great Taoist pattern that even an Immortal Emperor-level existence could not understand.
An endless horror, like an invisible shackle, iron chain, connecting the primordial spirit and body of the ten nearly perfectly together.
The black mist surrounding them, at this moment, seemed more alive, like countless Giant Pythons writhing and entwining crazily.
