He Is the Tianji Pavilion Consecrator!

The secret realm continued to collapse, and dust and debris rolled down the barren mountains.

The deep Endless Sea undulated with the panting breath of the demonic soul, while the bronze ancient coffin, supported by the sea-crafted steps, remained steadfast!

Gu Lan, holding the spear, stood like a towering mountain, providing immense support to countless human cultivators.

They watched nervously, their emotions torn between hope and fear that the demonic soul might be too strong, shattering their hopes in the end.

Even numerous savage beasts raised their heads, and their large pupils reflected the figure of Gu Lan, emitting low growls.

"Go back to your coffin; you are no match for me now," Gu Lan glanced at the floating bronze coffin in the sea, saying calmly.

"Hehe, the last time I was sealed for four thousand years, it took all the top experts on the continent to barely achieve it... Why do you think you can?"

The demonic soul smirked, brushing his hand over his chest.