Su Changqing entered the coffin, and contrary to what one might expect, the interior was not dim and gloomy. Instead, it was bright and spacious, with its own space inside. There were two suns in the sky, one in the east and one in the west, echoing each other from afar.

Before him lay a scene reminiscent of a paradise, with flowers and plants everywhere, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

Aside from Su Changqing and his two companions, the coffin was filled with countless martialists.

There were members of the God Race, demon race, ghost race, and other myriad races, densely packed and innumerable.