"Who’s this?" The coffin was huge. Without the six-foot-thick lid, it was still over fifteen meters tall.
Treading on a rapid water current, Ji Hao almost reached his upper body into the coffin to get a closer look at the man lying in there. He also noticed that under this man’s body, on the bottom of the coffin, was a beautiful hydrographical map of Midland, inlayed with a large number of thumb-sized blue beads.
Watery mist streams had been flowing around in the hydrographical map. Looking at those watery mist streams, Ji Hao felt like he was actually looking at all those great rivers surging in Midland.
The man quietly laid in the coffin. Except for the purple-red mist releasing from the Yu on his chest, the faint watery mist flowing in the hydrographical map on the bottom of the coffin, had also been ceaselessly permeating into his body.