Chapter 675: Chapter 675 Forged In The True Fire
Looking at the coffin, the man with the mustache seemed a bit spooked.
He shivered, but still nodded, "Alright. But... you have to be careful. I have a feeling there’s something terrifying inside this coffin."
I ignored the man’s words; this wasn’t my first time climbing into the coffin.
Moreover, I hadn’t encountered any accidents.
Without wasting any time, I swiftly lifted the coffin lid and jumped inside.
"Let’s begin," I glanced at the man with the mustache.
The man nodded, closed the lid, and with great effort pushed the coffin to the edge of the Huge Pit.
The scorching heatwave assaulted him, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
So, he hastily pushed the coffin into the pit.
The coffin rapidly fell into the pit, and I, who was inside, was perfectly safe.
The chill inside the coffin was beyond imagination; even true fire couldn’t infiltrate it!
Soon, the coffin reached the bottom of the pit, surrounded by flames that seemed to want to swallow it.
Lying inside the coffin, I couldn’t help but take a deep breath.
"May heaven bless me and help me get this material successfully," I thought to myself.
Subsequently, I slowly moved the coffin lid.
As soon as the lid was opened a crack, I felt an intense heatwave rush towards me!
I could only feel my palm burning, and the flames were continuously drilling inside the coffin!
"Damn it!" I couldn’t help but retract my hand.
I glanced at my reddened, burnt palm and could even smell the scent of roasted meat.
"This true fire is indeed as famous as it is said to be," I thought while lying in the coffin.
However, there was no turning back for me.
I lay in the coffin, pondering for a while, then activated the Saintly Body Skill and prepared to forcefully grab the material.
Golden Light appeared in the coffin, and my body became indestructible.
I took a deep breath and, despite my trepidation, pushed the lid open a crack.
Immediately, I reached out my arm.
The moment my arm was exposed, I felt waves of raw pain! My entire arm seemed as if it would be burnt to a crisp!
I didn’t dare to expose my head; I could only endure the pain and grope around amidst the flames.
Once, twice, thrice...
I pulled various oddly shaped rocks from the pit, each red-hot from the flames.
I didn’t know which one was the material that the man with the mustache needed, so I continued searching.
During this time, my arm was burnt so badly that the flesh split open! The pain made me sweat profusely.
Outside the coffin were scorching flames, yet inside the coffin was an icy chill.
"Which one is the material..." I looked at the stones I had pulled in and sighed with furrowed brows.
None of these stones appeared to be the material I needed.
I glanced at my arm. Its flesh had been charred to reveal the white bone beneath.
"Damn it!" I gritted my teeth.
"Worst case, I’ll just lose an arm!" I thought viciously.
I reached my arm out again and continued searching outside.
Finally, fortune favored the bold, and I retrieved a glowing, fiery-red bead from the fiery pit.
The bead was engulfed in roaring flames, but the moment I pulled it into the coffin, the flames disappeared upon contact.
This bead appeared extraordinary, like a red golden core, radiating a scorching aura.
"It should be this one," I thought to myself.
I pulled back my arm, which now had its flesh entirely burnt away.
Fortunately, my bones had not been damaged - they had just turned black under the blaze.
"With this golden core, I should be able to resurrect those two male corpses," I couldn’t help but feel excited.
The strength of those two male corpses was unfathomable; even the Capital City Martial Arts Association couldn’t compare!
I closed the coffin lid and whispered, "It’s time to get out of here."
Then, I grabbed the coffin lid with one hand, my energy surged, as I prepared to forcefully carry the coffin out of the fiery pit.
Streams of energy brewed within the coffin.
The entire coffin began to tremble slightly as it slowly ascended from the depths of the fiery pit.
With a furious roar, my energy exploded, as I charged upward with the coffin in tow!
"Whoosh!"
As the coffin began to rise, the true fire within the pit seemed to become even more aggressive!
It was as if the flames were a giant hand trying to grab hold of the coffin!
I could only feel an enormous force weighing down on me, and the coffin began to fall back!
"Damn it, has this true fire developed a divine sense too?" I thought to myself.
Without any hesitation, I adjusted my own energy to its maximum, desperately struggling against the flames!
The coffin was stuck in a stalemate for a moment, as both sides engaged in a power struggle.
My forehead bulged with veins as I exerted my strength to the limit.
I roared, "I can’t believe I’m being restricted by mere flames!"
Along with my roar, a burst of golden light erupted from the coffin!
This golden light seemed to fuse with the coffin, as the entire coffin finally began to ascend slowly!
After more than ten minutes, I laboriously carried the coffin out of the fiery pit.
The moment I landed on the ground, I couldn’t help but gasp for breath.
"Damn, those flames were terrifying," I muttered.
The man with the mustache hurried over to open the coffin lid, nervously asking, "Are you still alive?"
I nodded, climbed out of the coffin, and then frowned, "These flames really are not simple."
Looking at my charred arm, the man with the mustache couldn’t help but shiver.
"That’s scary. If it were me, I might have been burned to ashes," he murmured while peeking into the coffin.
I glanced at him and said, "That bead should be the material you need."
The man with the mustache nodded repeatedly, "That’s right, that’s right, that bead. Get it for me."
I rolled my eyes, "Can’t you get it yourself?"
The man with the mustache shivered and said, "I don’t want to reach my hand into the coffin; it could bring bad luck."
Helpless, I took the bead from the coffin and handed it to the man with the mustache.
"Now we have all the materials, right?" I asked.
The man with the mustache stroked his chin and grinned, "Just missing a mask."
I grunted, standing there with my eyes fixed on the coffin, as if in no hurry to leave.
"Let’s go, weren’t you in a rush before?" The man with the mustache muttered.
I shook my head and pointed at the few stones brought out from the fiery pit, saying, "Why do you think these stones weren’t incinerated by the fire? And how could the walls of this huge pit withstand the true fire?"
The sudden question left the man with the mustache dumbfounded.
He scratched his head, "Yeah, that does make sense..."
I continued solemnly, "Is it possible that this place was initially just a small pit, and it got bigger and bigger under the assault of the true fire?"
The man with the mustache seemed rather baffled, apparently unsure of my meaning.
I went on, "In other words... these stones here may be ordinary, but after being slowly invaded by the true fire, they began to withstand it..."
At this point, the man with the mustache’s face changed slightly.
It seemed he had guessed something, and he exclaimed in shock, "You... What are you planning to do?"
I glanced at him and said, "If my body is tempered in this true fire, do you think it will become stronger and stronger until I can withstand this true fire?"
