# 368
**Chapter 368: The Ancient Coffin in the Hall**
At this moment, the paper figures surrounding the great hall had dispersed.
Lin Qiye moved like a ghost in the darkness, silently approaching the cluster of majestic halls. His mental power swept across the exteriors, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Due to the material of these halls, he couldn’t perceive what was inside. He could only circle the perimeters, using his mental power to read the massive plaques hanging above the entrances:
Palace of Zhaojue Yintian, Palace of Taisha Liangshizong, Palace of Mingchen Naifan Wucheng, Palace of Tianzhao Zuiqi, Palace of Zongling Qifei, Palace of Gansi Lianwan.
Standing before these six palaces, Lin Qiye sighed helplessly.
If his mental power couldn’t detect what was inside, how was he supposed to find which one Baili Pangpang and the others were in? And they likely didn’t know the rule here—“the dead may enter, the living may not leave.” They were probably already trapped inside one of them...
Search them one by one?
But once he entered, he wouldn’t be able to leave either...
After pondering for a moment, Lin Qiye’s eyes lit up—he had an idea!
He quickly walked to the entrance of the nearest palace, the Palace of Mingchen Naifan Wucheng, and pushed open the vermillion door. Just like when he had opened the gate earlier, it swung open effortlessly, weightless.
Lin Qiye stepped inside but didn’t let the door close behind him. Two summoning arrays bloomed at his back, and in the next moment, two figures in cyan caretaker uniforms appeared behind him.
Li Yifei, holding half a carrot and wearing an apron, blinked in confusion, looking around until his gaze landed on Lin Qiye.
“Qiye, it’s rare for you to summon me.”
After confirming he had been summoned out of the Asylum of the Gods, Li Yifei grew excited. He tossed the carrot aside, ripped off his apron, and grinned.
Ever since being admitted to the Asylum of the Gods, he hadn’t been let out once. After nearly two years of being cooped up, he was finally free!
“A Zhu was just saying you promised him an extra chicken leg tonight if he behaved,” Li Yifei said, stretching and patting A Zhu’s head beside him.
A Zhu’s small frame trembled at those words, his lips quivering.
“I... I... actually...”
A Zhu avoided Lin Qiye’s gaze, his little face pale, as if he might burst into tears at any moment.
Lin Qiye glanced at him, amused and exasperated. Seeing A Zhu’s pitiful state, he waved a hand. “Fine, give him the leg.”
A Zhu blinked, lifted his tear-filled eyes, and looked at Lin Qiye gratefully. “Thank you, Director!!”
Lin Qiye nodded silently.
*Good, now he’ll work even harder for me next time...*
“By the way, Qiye, where are we? It’s freezing.” Li Yifei rubbed his arms, shivering.
“Oh, we’re in Hell.”
“...” Li Yifei’s mouth twitched. “Suddenly remembered I haven’t finished cooking... How about A Zhu stays with you, and I head back? Grandma’s teeth are getting better, and I don’t think I made enough food today...”
Lin Qiye rolled his eyes. “It’s just the lost Fengdu. And you’re not here to take any risks. Your job is simple—keep this door open. Don’t let it close.”
Li Yifei blinked. “That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“Then no problem! Just leave the door-watching to me!” Li Yifei patted his chest.
Lin Qiye nodded and turned to walk deeper into the hall.
Since the living couldn’t open the doors from the inside, all he had to do was make sure they couldn’t close. For anyone else, that might be tricky—but Lin Qiye had plenty of caretakers. Door-watching didn’t require his personal attention.
He had summoned two just in case. Given A Zhu’s timid nature, if anything spooked him while Lin Qiye was gone, he might faint on the spot. If the door closed then, it’d be a real problem.
Besides, you couldn’t keep shearing the same sheep forever... sometimes you had to rotate.
In the darkness, Lin Qiye walked deeper into the hall. Suddenly, he paused at the threshold, sensing something.
In the center of the hall, rows of black wooden crosses stood neatly. On each hung a set of bronze armor.
Each suit was spaced less than a meter apart, densely packed. A rough count revealed nearly three hundred of them.
Lin Qiye frowned. He chanted softly, and a flame ignited at his fingertip.
For some reason, in this dark and majestic hall, the flame in his hand turned deep green, as if an invisible force was suppressing all light.
Holding the eerie green fire, Lin Qiye walked slowly through the bronze armor. Under the ghostly light, the armor’s surfaces were stained with dark red blood and covered in vicious gouges—clearly the marks of blades.
Some sets were relatively intact, with few bloodstains. Others were so shattered they could barely hang on the crosses.
After passing through the array, Lin Qiye looked back, confusion in his eyes.
All the wounds were on the front. The backs were untouched. That meant these warriors had never been attacked from behind...
But how was that possible? On a battlefield, how could enemies only come from the front?
Such wounds could only occur in a narrow space, facing a head-on assault. Even as comrades fell, no one fled. No one retreated. When one warrior died, the next stepped up...
They had been protecting something.
As Lin Qiye visualized the scene, that thought surfaced in his mind.
He turned and followed the direction the armor faced...
Behind the last row of bronze armor, before the dark divine throne, a red, carved square coffin sat silently on a stone platform.
About two meters long, with sharp edges, it resembled a perfect cube. Its surface was etched with intricate black patterns, dazzling to the eye. From a distance, it looked like a red box with black markings.
Lin Qiye approached the coffin and studied the complex designs on its surface. After a long gaze, surprise flickered in his eyes.