This is bizarre. It looks somewhat familiar, yet upon closer inspection, this person doesn’t seem like anyone I’ve met before.
Shi Hao muttered to himself, staring intently.
However, the figure reflected beneath the Myriad Transformation Soil was somewhat blurred—not the real body.
The Pure Land was lush with vegetation, filled with ancient herbs tens of thousands of years old, many of them sacred medicines. The air was fragrant, radiant, and utterly divine.
Shi Hao approached cautiously, expanding his sole Heavenly Passage as a precaution, though the place held no danger.
Even so, he remained vigilant. Anything involving the Myriad Transformation Soil demanded utmost care—its origins were too profound.
Legends said it could nourish all things, preserving them from decay. Even a corpse buried within could revive after countless years.
And that was just one of its miraculous properties. In the Immortal Ancient Era, this treasure was priceless, usually held only by supreme powerhouses.
It was said that before their fall, Immortal Kings would seek this treasure to bury themselves within, hoping for immortality and eventual resurrection.
Of course, such revival wasn’t measured in mere years—it could take tens of thousands, even an entire epoch.
The thought sent a shiver through Shi Hao. Could something truly be buried beneath?
Back in the Divine Medicine Garden, he had seen the Myriad Transformation Soil in the possession of the “White Tortoise Bearing an Immortal.” At the time, he suspected that the Everlasting Medicine might have been an Immortal King in disguise.
But it was just speculation, with no proof.
Now, before his eyes, this patch of Myriad Transformation Soil was vast, rivaling the one in the Immortal Medicine Garden—spanning a full zhang in radius.
“Don’t tell me there’s a female Immortal King buried beneath!” Shi Hao murmured, his heart tightening slightly.
He stepped forward, facing the sacred soil.
The Myriad Transformation Soil resembled grains of sand, each one crystalline, shimmering with blue light, radiating dazzling colors. A hazy mist rose like clouds, swirling with ethereal essence.
No matter how he looked at it, it was sacred—less like soil and more like crushed gemstones of the heavens gathered together.
Shi Hao channeled his magic, carefully parting the soil, digging bit by bit to see what lay beneath.
Suddenly, as he brushed aside some sand, he glimpsed a snow-white jade foot—small, flawless, as if carved from jade.
“Damn it!” Though he had guessed there might be a corpse buried here, actually unearthing it still startled him.
Shi Hao gingerly touched it. The flesh was warm, as if still alive, supple and elastic.
He couldn’t help but marvel—the Myriad Transformation Soil was truly astonishing, preserving life in perfect form, untouched by time.
An Immortal King?
In this era, even immortals were extinct. No one could reach such heights anymore.
“No living immortals remain, but seeing a dead one isn’t bad either,” Shi Hao mused, eager to study the flawless body of an Immortal King and discern its uniqueness.
Yet something puzzled him. This Immortal King exuded no terrifying aura, no world-shaking fluctuations—unlike the immortal corpses he’d seen before.
“Whoosh!”
A blade of sword light suddenly slashed toward Shi Hao’s shoulder. Blood sprayed—had he not dodged swiftly, his head would have been severed.
The sword radiance was razor-sharp, unstoppable.
Shi Hao’s expression darkened as he retreated a hundred zhang in an instant.
“A formation?” His eyes flickered.
From a distance, he used his magic to part the Myriad Transformation Soil, revealing an intricate formation—now damaged, its materials melted as if scorched.
“Lucky it’s broken, or this would’ve been troublesome,” Shi Hao muttered.
This time, he didn’t hold back. He strode forward, grabbed the woman’s ankle, and yanked her out unceremoniously.
Her body was flawless—her jade feet immaculate, her legs long and straight, snow-white like polished jade, breathtakingly perfect.
Her calves were bare, while vital areas were clad in dark golden armor. The contrast of her pale skin and gleaming armor accentuated her ethereal beauty.
As Shi Hao pulled her free, her waist and upper body matched his expectations—utterly flawless, her face without a single flaw.
A woman of peerless grace, captivating beyond measure!
Even Shi Hao, with his discerning eye, was momentarily stunned. A beauty to topple nations, her features beyond reproach.
She was too perfect. He tried to find flaws but failed.
She seemed alive, her skin warm, her body supple.
Her eyes were closed, like a fairy in deep slumber, serene and peaceful, as if she might awaken at any moment.
A sleeping beauty, motionless on the sand.
Shi Hao was certain—he had never seen her before.
“Pity she’s dead. A peerless beauty like this, possibly a true immortal—keeping her as a maid would’ve been thrilling,” Shi Hao mused.
Of course, it was just wishful thinking. Facing a living immortal was impossible, but he could at least indulge in idle talk.
“Wait, something’s off!” Shi Hao recoiled in shock as the woman’s long lashes fluttered—as if she were about to open her eyes.
And he felt a strange familiarity!
How? Though her beauty was unmatched, her face didn’t resemble anyone from his past.
Why did she feel familiar?
Ripples of light shimmered around her. Her body glowed, her skin crystalline, and—her nostrils flared. She was breathing. Reviving!
Shi Hao gaped. Was she… truly coming back to life?
“No immortal aura… Could it be—?” Shi Hao’s eyes narrowed. He swiftly formed hand seals, pressing toward her vitals.
“Swish!”
Her eyes snapped open—deep as the starry sky, gleaming with wisdom. Her hair billowed, her entire being radiating an ethereal grace.
“Boom!”
Shi Hao, a master of three immortal energies, unleashed his power, enveloping her completely to suppress any resistance.
This woman was too eerie. He had to strike first.
“Whoosh!”
To his shock, she too wielded immortal energy. A delicate finger pointed, releasing divine light as a terrifying stone bead carried her aside, evading his attack.
“Little thief, daring to ambush me!” she scolded, her voice laced with anger—and something else.
The familiarity grew. Shi Hao froze, staring at her.
Finally, it hit him. “It’s you?!”
The woman stood atop the Myriad Transformation Soil, tall and slender, nearly his height. Her skin glowed like ivory, her curves breathtaking.
Her raven-black hair cascaded to her waist, her allure unmatched.
“You heartless wretch, sneaking into my seclusion and plotting mischief,” she chided, her eyes sparkling.
Her glossy black hair contrasted starkly with her milky skin, her dark golden armor adding a cold, regal edge to her otherworldly charm.
“Demoness… It’s really you?!” Shi Hao was speechless. Of all people, he had dug up the Demoness of the Heaven-Mending Sect.
This girl had been a rival to Yue Chan, clashing with her in both the lower and upper realms.
Since entering the Immortal Ancient, Shi Hao knew he’d meet her eventually—yet years passed without a trace until today’s accidental discovery.
Who’d have thought she’d buried herself in the Myriad Transformation Soil?
“I was in seclusion,” the Demoness said, her gaze playful yet transcendent, like a mischievous sprite.
“Why do you look different?” Shi Hao had countless questions. Her aura was divine, but her face was unfamiliar.
“Damn that technique—it burned my formation and clothes,” she grumbled, relieved her armor remained intact.
“Swish!”
A white gauze draped over her, though it left much exposed. She didn’t seem to mind.
“Today, we truly meet for the first time,” she said, her teeth gleaming, lips crimson.
“Demoness, all those past meetings—were they just avatars?!” Shi Hao’s face darkened.
Unbelievable! This woman was too cunning. Every encounter had been an avatar?
Their first meeting was at the North Sea Kun Peng’s Nest—a sly, lively girl. The second was in the Stone Capital—the Nine-Tailed Fox Fairy. Later, she took a third form, still cunning and beautiful, even teaming up with Shi Hao to capture Yue Chan.
He’d thought the third meeting was her true self.
“This is my real body. Back then, I only sent avatars. With someone as crafty as you, I had to be careful,” she teased, blinking nonchalantly.
“Crafty?!” Shi Hao gritted his teeth. She was the slippery one—after so many collaborations, she’d never shown her true form!
If not for this accidental excavation, he might never have known.
Shi Hao activated his Heavenly Eye, confirming this was no avatar—but her real body.
“Little Stone, taking liberties with me?!” She dodged, her radiant runes disrupting his vision.
“You deceived me for years, and now you accuse me?!” Shi Hao glared.
“Hey, how’s Yue Chan after all this time?” she deflected, smiling sweetly. “Don’t be so stiff. Old friends should celebrate. Here’s a gift—the Myriad Transformation Soil is yours.”
“I’d have taken it anyway,” Shi Hao said, producing a bone cauldron to collect the soil.
“Huh? Why’s it so heavy?” Halfway through, he struggled—something was resisting his efforts.
“Let me help!” the Demoness chimed in.
Half an hour later, both were drenched in sweat, their energy drained.
Shi Hao scowled. “First meeting, and you’re already using me?”
“Don’t be petty. I gave you the delicate Holy Maiden of the Heaven-Mending Sect. Now you won’t even move some dirt for me?” she pouted.
Beneath the soil lay something strange, anchoring the Myriad Transformation Soil, preventing full collection.
After what felt like ages, Shi Hao managed to gather seventy percent. Then—he saw a humanoid outline beneath.
His heart lurched. He turned to the Demoness.
“Someone’s buried here—the real owner. An Immortal King?!” Shi Hao felt like he’d seen a ghost. The deepest layer truly held a being.
The Demoness had nerves of steel!
“Don’t look at me. I wouldn’t have lain here if not for mastering a certain technique. I needed the soil to preserve my body,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.
“How’d you get here?” Shi Hao asked, holding off on further digging.
“I saw a bloodstained Cauldron of World Essence carrying someone through a rift. I followed it here,” she said lazily, stretching like a cat.
“What?!” Shi Hao’s mind flashed to the ancient altar in the Burial Realm’s Black Abyss—the cauldron that belonged to neither past nor present, seeking him.
“Where is it now?!” He grabbed her slender arm.
“Hey, wrong person! I’m not Yue Chan!” She danced away, tossing him a glare.
“Right beneath the soil,” she added.
Shi Hao stared in shock at his feet.
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