My Wife is A Sword God - Chapter 732: Broken Coffin

At the Heavenly Pool Dragon Abyss, a heaven-shaking rumble suddenly resounded, causing the entire Heavenly Pool to tremble.

Cang Zong and Cang Xuan rushed over and their brows frowned tightly.

The clansmen who were responsible for guarding the copper coffin of their ancestors were all lying on their backs, unconscious.

The huge copper coffin that was supposed to stand in Dragon Abyss was now broken into pieces, and the fragments were floating on the lake

Its immense lid stood lodged straight into the ground, embedded a full three-quarters deep!

It must be known that when the gods and demons descended in ancient times, their ancestor was in the prime of the Immortal Realm before being struck down. He had gone completely insane, even grievously devouring their clansmen.

Thus, to seal their ancestor, the materials used for this bronze coffin were supremely precious treasures. Even an existence at the transcendence realm would have to expend great effort to break it.

However, the same bronze coffin was easily shattered by their ancestor. Even though Cang Zong and Cang Xuan arrived immediately, they could find no trace of their ancestor’s whereabouts.

The elderly Cang Xuan furrowed his brows, then closed his eyes to sense the ambient energy flow.

“Old man, what’s wrong?” Cang Zong asked from beside him.

Cang Xuan opened his eyes, revealing a perplexed expression. “The Dragon Clan’s histories clearly record only our ancestor being sealed within the bronze coffin. Yet why do I sense two completely different auras?”

“What?” Cang Zong’s expression darkened upon hearing this. He glanced around at the unconscious clansmen, then approached one who still retained a sliver of awareness.

With a wave of his right hand, he infused the person with some Qi, allowing the weakened clansman to open his eyes with difficulty. “Clan Leader?”

“No need to get up. Just lie there and tell me, what exactly happened here?”

“It was our ancestor, He…”

After the clansman’s elaboration, Cang Xuan and Cang Zong pieced together the origins of this incident.

Ever since a crack first appeared in the bronze coffin, the Dragon Clan had been extremely vigilant in guarding the Dragon Abyss.

Not long ago, movement came from inside the coffin, followed by a surge of black qi and a thunderous force that erupted, shattering the coffin.

Under the tremendous shockwave and pressure, even the considerably powerful clansmen on guard were rendered unconscious.

The clansman recalled haltingly, “Before I blacked out, I saw that black qi and thunderous force intertwine, as if two beings were battling.”

So there really were two entities inside the bronze coffin?

Cang Xuan asked solemnly, “Were you able to make out their appearances?”

The clansman shook his head, “The force of the coffin shattering was too immense. I was dazed at that moment. The black qi and thunderous force also obscured my vision, making it impossible to see who shattered the coffin. However, I vaguely remember two voices speaking amidst the black qi.”

Cang Xuan and Cang Zong exchanged grave looks.

“What did they say?”

The clansman had not fully recovered from the overwhelming pressure and terrifying upheaval. Holding his head, he strained to recall, “Someone…someone was laughing maniacally. And another voice said something like ‘I smell the robust life force of a blood lineage?’”

Cang Xuan and Cang Zong murmured those words contemplatively. Suddenly, they seemed to realize something, and exclaimed in alarm, “It’s Feilan’s place!”

The Black Marsh Pond in the southern domain was the dwelling place of the Lord of Marsh.

Half a year ago, to repay a debt of gratitude to Qin Feng, It went to deal with the terrifyingly powerful Candle Dragon and lost an arm in the process.

Since then, It had remained in the void of this region, recuperating its vitality.

After the battle at Zhenling Pass, the rift between the ghost realm and the Immortal Realm opened, releasing the Ancient Divine Breath, Primordial Immortal Qi, and Netherworld ghostly energies into this world, greatly enhancing the strength of humans.

But did this not also empower the demons and ghosts native to this realm?

The Lord of Marsh could clearly sense that existences capable of threatening it were increasing in these lands.

Some were newly emerging powerful beings, others were ancient existences awakening like Itself, while others originated from the Immortal and Netherworld realms.

However, these matters were irrelevant to It, as long as It remained hidden in the void and the mortal realm was not overturned, It would be unharmed.

At that moment, an anomaly suddenly manifested in the southern sky.

A massive expanse of roiling thundercloud snakes rapidly swept northward.

Amidst those clouds, raucous laughter rang out incessantly.

The terrifying upheaval was like a raging tidal wave crashing over the surroundings, slicing the night sky into shattered fragments like a mirror struck by lightning.

“Someone is battling?” The Lord of Marsh wondered in surprise.

The demons and ghosts in the mountains sensed the disturbance and cowered in fear, suppressing their auras as they trembled in the shadows.

The Lord of Marsh was stunned – the energy erupting from those clouds seemed even mightier than the Candle Dragon!

“Hm?”

With a light exclamation, the thunderclouds suddenly halted, then plummeted directly towards the void where the Lord of Marsh dwelled!

A streak of black qi intertwined with lightning ripped through the mountains.

The space-traversing methods the Lord of Marsh prided itself on were effortlessly breached!

Its massive body was completely exposed to the heavens.

From the rumbling thunderclouds, two enormous red eyes flashed, their gaze causing the Lord of Marsh’ mind to waver.

One eye radiated dense black qi, the other flickered with an indescribable thunderous force.

“Return it!” A voice boomed.

“Return what?” The marsh lord was confused. Since he had always avoided worldly disputes, how could he take something that belonged to others?

Sniff~

The winds gusted turbulently.

Something within those clouds seemed to be sniffing the air.

“Soon to be born, fresh delicious life force…dragon meat…delicious…Dragon Bead…delicious!”

“Silence!” A furious roar shook heaven and earth.

The terrifying upheaval erupted again as the thunderclouds surged back into the night sky, accompanied by deafening roars, sweeping towards the Imperial City.

The Lord of Marsh’s massive body froze in place, trembling.

It could sense that any existence within those clouds was not something it could contend against.

In the dream, an enormous dragon’s claw smashed into the Qin residence. A powerful suction force like a black hole snatched the two newly born infants.

Horrific laughter rang deafeningly as Qin Feng rushed to the clouds, trying to retrieve his children. But an overwhelming pressure like an impassable abyss barred his way.

He screamed and roared hysterically, but to no avail.

From amidst the clouds, an immense draconic maw opened, swallowing the two babies whole.

“No!” Qin Feng bolted upright, his forehead drenched in cold sweat.

“Husband, what’s wrong?” the pregnant Liu Jianli, dressed in white robes, asked worriedly from inside the room.

“I…” Qin Feng trailed off, glancing out the window at the brilliant sunshine.

The horrifying scenes from the dream, however, refused to dissipate from his mind.

It was a prophetic dream, a glimpse of the future beyond his conscious control.

Whenever danger was to befall him or those around him, such dreams would serve as a warning.

The many times he had averted calamity were closely tied to these prophetic dreams.

But what he didn’t expect was that this time, the danger targeted his unborn children!

Qin Feng pinched his eyebrows and forced a smile: “It’s just a nightmare. It’s no big deal. But why are you here?”

“Right now, you should rest more and not move around at will.”

Of course, he saw no need to mention the dream’s content and worry his wife unnecessarily.

Liu Jianli glanced at Qin Feng, then her gaze dropped lower, noticing an obvious protrusion under the sheets.

She suddenly recalled Ningshuang’s words from last night and her brows furrowed slightly.

“Husband, if you truly cannot endure it, you can visit the pleasure quarters a time or two. Feilan and I won’t blame you.”

Hearing this, Qin Feng was dumbstruck.

He just had a nightmare, how did the two matters become connected?