The Yin-Yang Soul-Fixing Copper Coin trembled and actually spoke those four words. Qin Ming realized that the problem with that supreme secret realm was far more serious than he had imagined.
“Can you be more specific?” he asked.
The copper coin seemed possessed. Its mental fluctuations were fragmented and completely incoherent.
“They all died… yet they all lived…”
It was lost in the most terrifying nightmare, mentioning the strongest powerhouse in the history of the Yin-Yang Dao Arena and involving the Yang Ruins and Yin Ruins. Qin Ming suspected that its underlying laws had long since been “beaten to death,” leaving it unable to disobey.
“What exactly is happening inside the Yin-Yang Dao Arena?”
“Ah…”
At the deepest part of the copper coin, unusual patterns intertwined, and it let out an incomparably shrill scream. It was terrifying, as though a fierce ghost were about to awaken. Qin Ming decisively withdrew and imprisoned it deep within the strange metal cloth.
The copper coin’s mind was in disarray, radiating a dangerous aura. Qin Ming felt that it needed to calm down and could not endure any more stimulation.
“The Heavenly Immortal is trembling…”
A long time later, the copper coin was still muttering in its dreams, but it could not make itself understood. After another moment, it finally fell silent. Qin Ming frowned.
“This copper coin… has a mental illness.”