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Lachlan felt a surge of intense anger upon realizing the existence of the Nine-Cat Life-Prolonging Formation.

This formation is a sinister feng shui array that extends one’s life by siphoning the vitality of others. Within its range, numerous lives are inevitably lost to activate the formation.

Cats are said to have nine lives, and they do not perish easily. The nine black cats used as sacrificial nodes for the formation had just died. When someone within the formation dies, these black cats absorb their vitality to resurrect. The person who set up the formation then consumes the blood and flesh of these cats in a vile ritual to transfer the stolen vitality to themselves.

What made Lachlan’s skin crawl and filled him with contempt was that the person who set up this formation not only took lives but also intended to capture souls. Such methods were exceedingly malevolent.

“Everyone, leave the tomb immediately!”

“Otherwise, you might all end up buried here!”

At this moment, several tomb-raiding factions were trying to open the coffin when Lachlan suddenly shouted.

The main burial chamber fell silent for a moment.

Then, everyone looked at Lachlan with disdain.

The leader of the Dragon-Seeking Sect stroked his white beard and sneered at Lachlan, “Boy, even now you’re still fearmongering? If you keep talking nonsense, don’t blame me for being rude!”

Eden Dixon from the Golden Point Sect exuded a powerful aura and pressed towards Lachlan.

“Boy, you want to scare us away and take the tomb’s treasures for yourself? You’re dreaming!”

An elder from the Mountain Unloading Sect also snorted, “Keep talking, and we’ll poke you to death with a finger each. Believe it?”

“Exactly! Who would believe you?”

“Keep fearmongering, and we’ll make this tomb your grave!”

“Boy, if you have that much energy, go check out another chamber. Maybe you’ll find some junk to sell for a few thousand bucks.”

“Yeah!”

“Get lost!”

None of the tomb-raiding factions listened to Lachlan. After mocking and humiliating him, they resumed their efforts to open the black coffin.

Everyone firmly believed that the Fortune-Altering Divine Object was inside the coffin.

At this moment, Pandora Wynter and Eason Jenkin, along with their companions, approached Lachlan.

“Young man, stop talking nonsense! You’ll only bring trouble upon yourself,” Pandora Wynter advised with a frown.

“Boy, you’re here for the Fortune-Altering Divine Object too? This method won’t work. If you have the skills, try opening that coffin yourself,” Eason Jenkin said with a hint of amusement.

They thought Lachlan’s goal was to scare everyone away and claim the treasure for himself. But how could that possibly work?

Lachlan shook his head and looked at Pandora Wynter for a few seconds before asking in a deep voice, “Are you here for the Fortune-Altering Divine Object too?”

Looking at Pandora Wynter, he felt a sense of kinship as if a gentle woman had reappeared before him. The woman in front of him bore a striking resemblance to his mother, Aliya Wynter. Unlike Stephanie Wynter, who also resembled his mother but differed in age and temperament, this middle-aged woman made Lachlan feel as if he were seeing his mother again. This was why he had changed his mind and followed them into the tomb. Otherwise, he might not have discovered the Nine-Cat Life-Prolonging Formation.

“Yes,” Pandora Wynter hesitated before nodding. “Everyone here, especially the leaders of these tomb-raiding factions, is here for the Fortune-Altering Divine Object.”

“Pandora! Why are you telling him so much?” Eason Jenkin cautioned his wife.

Pandora Wynter smiled and shook her head. “It’s fine! I feel this young man has some thoughts but doesn’t seem like an evil person.”

Her confidence mainly stemmed from her Nascent Soul late-stage strength. She believed that even if she revealed her purpose, no one would dare harm them.

Eason Jenkin shrugged in response. The next second, he and his wife led their companions towards the end of the main burial chamber.

“Step aside; let me try!” Eason Jenkin said arrogantly as he saw that no one had managed to open the coffin after all their efforts.

Everyone made way without obstruction. At this point, they didn’t care who opened the coffin as long as it was opened. Once it was open, whoever got their hands on any treasure inside would be determined by strength.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

As everyone stepped aside, Eason Jenkin snorted coldly and gathered his energy. Then he slashed at the black coffin with his blade, which carried an aura sharp enough to tear through space.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the blade’s energy dissipated into powerful waves. The entire main burial chamber seemed to shake, dislodging sand and dust from above.

Everyone present was stunned by Eason Jenkin’s strike!

However, upon closer inspection, they saw that the black coffin remained unmoved and unscathed.

Eason Jenkin and Pandora Wynter exchanged glances and frowned. Even with Nascent Soul late-stage power, they couldn’t break open this coffin?

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Just then, the candlelight in the main burial chamber flickered and quickly dimmed. The four white candles placed in the corners of the chamber suddenly went out one after another.

This made everyone’s heart skip a beat!