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The Goddess’s Mausoleum was more like an underground palace, and in the center of it lay a coffin made of stone.

This stone coffin was simple and unadorned.

“It is said that the body of Mount Taihua Goddess is within the stone coffin,” said Lin Qinghan, staring at the coffin.

Lu Changsheng reached out and pressed his hand against the coffin.

The material of the coffin was similar to that of the surrounding stone walls.

However, there was not a single talisman seal on the coffin.

Lu Changsheng had a bold idea.

He activated his cultivation technique and then attempted to shift the lid of the coffin.

“What, what are you doing?” Lin Qinghan was startled by Lu Changsheng’s actions.

After all, the body of Mount Taihua Goddess was supposed to be buried here!

If Lu Changsheng opened the coffin, he would undoubtedly be offending the Mount Taihua Goddess.

“The coffin of the Goddess should be the resting place of her divine body; it shouldn’t be so easily opened, right?” Lin Qinghan then had a realization.

It made no sense.

How could the corporeal remains at the Goddess’s eternal resting place be easily pushed aside?

Creak.

However, what surprised Lin Qinghan happened—the lid was indeed pushed open by Lu Changsheng!

Lin Qinghan was flabbergasted.

The Ancestor’s stone coffin was just lifted by Lu Changsheng like that?

Inside the coffin was supposed to be the body of Mount Taihua Goddess!

Was this not an act of desecration?

“Senior Sister, it’s just as I imagined, completely empty,” said Lu Changsheng, gesturing for Lin Qinghan to come closer.

The stone coffin was indeed empty.

“No, that’s impossible!” Lin Qinghan couldn’t believe it, “According to our Tai Hua Holy Land’s ancient records, the Mount Taihua Goddess, glorious in life and mourned in death, was interred in a Daoxu coffin. How could her divine body just vanish?”

Lin Qinghan stared wide-eyed but still found nothing in the coffin.

Just like that, the body of the Mount Taihua Goddess had disappeared into thin air.

“Ancient records are also written by people. Perhaps the cultivators of the Tai Hua Holy Land at the time hid something,” said Lu Changsheng, closing the coffin lid.

It seemed there was no inheritance or treasures left in the Goddess’s Mausoleum.

The whereabouts of the Mount Taihua Goddess became a mystery.

Given the attitudes of Elder Ancestor of Lin Clan and Lin Xuantong, they likely didn’t know that the Mount Taihua Goddess was not buried within the mausoleum.

“It’s truly inconceivable.”

It took a while for Lin Qinghan to recover from her shock.

For Tai Hua Holy Land, this was most certainly staggering news.

Lu Changsheng meanwhile was searching around the mausoleum, hoping to find some treasures.

Having come all this way, he couldn’t possibly leave empty-handed, could he?

After all, the Mount Taihua Goddess was a great expert of the ancient human race; perhaps she left behind some magical treasures.

Suddenly, as if he had stepped on something, a hidden compartment in the mausoleum opened, and a dark shadow rushed toward Lin Qinghan.

Lin Qinghan instinctively reached out to block it.

A magical treasure shaped like an oil-paper umbrella fell into Lin Qinghan’s hands.

“This is the Wanhua Divine Umbrella, the Dao Artifact once used by Mount Taihua Goddess to confirm her Dao!” Exclaimed Lin Qinghan, incredibly surprised as she gently caressed the ancient Dao Artifact that had been dormant for countless years.

Dao Artifact?

Lu Changsheng was secretly astounded by the profound reserves of Tai Hua Holy Land.

The Mount Taihua Goddess’s mausoleum actually had a Dao-confirming magical treasure as a burial object!

Or was it possible that this magical treasure was specifically left for future generations by the Mount Taihua Goddess?

Wait a moment.

Outside the mausoleum, on the mural where the Mount Taihua Goddess was depicted fighting the World-Ending Black Dragon, the magical treasure she wielded was this very Wanhua Divine Umbrella, wasn’t it?

The magical treasure had actively flown towards Lin Qinghan, which must mean it had chosen Lin Qinghan as its master.

The spirit of a Dao Artifact can indeed actively recognize its master.

Lin Qinghan knew this was her divine opportunity, so she began to refine the Dao Artifact.

Although the Wanhua Divine Umbrella was a Dao Artifact-level magical treasure, since it had lost its original owner and had actively chosen a new one, Lin Qinghan could easily refine it.

While refining the Wanhua Divine Umbrella, Lin Qinghan’s Divine Sense entered a wondrous state.

Mist swirled around her, and a vague figure of a woman approached her.

Despite the short distance between them, Lin Qinghan was unable to clearly see the woman’s features.

The woman extended a finger and lightly touched Lin Qinghan’s forehead.

Lin Qinghan suddenly awoke.

The Wanhua Divine Umbrella lay quietly in her hands.

The artifact had been refined by her.

“Could that apparition just now have been the lingering thoughts of the Mount Taihua Goddess?” Lin Qinghan considered it carefully but still could not recall the figure’s appearance.

With a touch to the forehead by the Goddess, Lin Qinghan experienced many sudden realizations in that instant.

The parts of the cultivation technique that had confused her before now all made perfect sense.

Most of the Tai Hua Holy Land’s cultivation techniques originated from the Mount Taihua Goddess who had established the Holy Land.

Thus, with guidance from the Mount Taihua Goddess, Lin Qinghan’s comprehension reached a new height.

“Junior Brother, have you found anything?” Lin Qinghan noticed Lu Changsheng examining a treasure.

“It’s a ring, but I haven’t discovered its purpose,” Lu Changsheng replied, having found a silver ring in the mausoleum’s second secret compartment. It emitted a cool, faint glow but had no discernible grade or obvious utility.

While Lin Qinghan had obtained a Dao Artifact that the Mount Taihua Goddess had used in life, Lu Changsheng had only found a ring whose purpose was unknown.

“It seems the Goddess also favors her descendants,” Lu Changsheng knew that Lin Qinghan had the bloodline of Mount Taihua Goddess; therefore, the Dao Artifact that had confirmed the Goddess’s Dao would naturally lean towards recognizing Lin Qinghan as its master.

“It looks like there’s nothing else here,” said Lu Changsheng, after a thorough search of the mausoleum. Having discovered no other hidden compartments, and with the coffin being empty, he regrettably prepared to leave.

“…”

Lin Qinghan watched as Lu Changsheng very earnestly rummaged through her ancestors’ mausoleum, finding the whole situation somewhat peculiar.