A massive tomb stood at the edge of the heavens and earth, towering into the clouds, its dark-red soil seemingly soaked in blood.
It was bizarre and shocking—a colossal tomb had emerged, extending a pathway to this place. What was its purpose?
Everyone watched, their hearts pounding with an indescribable heaviness, as if their souls were about to be reaped away.
And this was only due to the tens of thousands of banners sealing the heavens and earth. Otherwise, the oppressive aura of that tomb would have been unimaginably terrifying.
“Is it… the burial mound of the Burial Kings?” someone murmured, making such a judgment.
In truth, few in the foreign realm knew of the Burial Kings, and even fewer in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths had any knowledge of them.
Inside the bronze prison cart, Shi Hao’s pupils contracted sharply as he observed in silence.
After all, he had only recently learned of the Burial Kings—before that, he had never encountered such beings.
Now, a massive tomb loomed before them, as if anchored in an era lost to time, surrounded by surging chaos and swirling black mist, evoking an unnerving dread.
Facing it was like staring into the gates of hell, where one’s very soul risked sinking into oblivion.
**Boom!**
The heavens and earth trembled violently as the tomb shook, revealing a pitch-black fissure, as dark as ink, seemingly connected to the most terrifying abyss.
At the same time, various eerie scenes manifested in that direction—mountains of corpses, endless seas of blood surging through desolate burial grounds, and more.
Finally, all of it vanished, leaving only an ancient land dotted with countless graves, overgrown with withered grass. Among them, one massive tomb stood out the most.
“The Burial Domain!”
People realized that trouble was brewing.
This tomb had not emerged from the desert—it was far away in the Burial Domain. Yet, it had projected itself across countless miles, clearly manifesting and opening a path.
What was its purpose? To obstruct the Immortal Kings?
Even the Immortals were startled, let alone the army. Those who had reached this level naturally knew of that ancient land, filled with too much mystery and horror.
In the past, foreign cultivators had once excavated a mysterious tomb in the Burial Domain, resulting in the annihilation of several powerful clans—even their ancestral lands turned to wastelands, littered with bones.
It was only after that terrifying incident that the higher echelons of the foreign realm truly understood the horror of the Burial Domain.
Since then, though they yearned to uncover the secrets of past epochs and learn whether higher beings had existed in ancient times, they restrained themselves with extreme caution.
At that moment, a rusted, mottled bronze chariot arrived, pulled by eight towering celestial steeds with rotting wings, traveling along a dark, glowing path.
Celestial steeds still had descendants in the world today, but their bloodlines were impure. The true, peerless celestial steeds were nearly extinct—they had once been among the finest mounts.
Now, eight exceptionally robust yet decay-fleshed steeds pulled the chariot at breakneck speed, exuding an aura of the netherworld.
**Rumble!**
The steeds accelerated, their radiance surpassing lightning as they thundered forward, pulling the chariot like rolling thunder.
Something astonishing happened—the stench of decay on the steeds weakened, their fur began to gleam, and their rotting wings transformed, regaining vitality.
By the end, the eight majestic steeds stood tall, their manes glossy as silk, their bodies adorned with dragon scales. Their wings crackled with lightning, beating powerfully as they raced forward like the wind itself.
Everyone was stunned. The eight steeds had been revived—mighty, divine, and so extraordinary that one couldn’t help but desire to tame them as mounts.
Some steeds were crimson like bolts of blood lightning. Others emitted violet light, shrouded in auspicious purple mist. Some were golden, blazing like the sun, while others were pitch-black, gleaming with dark radiance.
“The celestial steeds from the *Eight Steeds Painting*!”
Someone gasped in shock. Clearly, the foreign cultivators were astonished—they had excavated artifacts from the outskirts of the Burial Domain, some of which bore carvings of eight unique steeds identical to those before them.
The bronze chariot was vast and open. On its shaft sat a withered corpse, shriveled and small—only as it neared did it, too, undergo a transformation.
It swelled, no longer skin and bones, releasing a surge of vitality as it morphed into a golden-eyed elder, spirited despite his short stature.
“Ali Gula…” he spoke, seated on the chariot without bowing to the altar. He uttered a series of words, actually inviting the Immortal Kings to board.
Many in the foreign army wanted to shout in outrage. To them, the Immortal Kings were sacred—none should dare disrespect them.
This elder had arrived in a chariot, acting so boldly despite not being the true ruler of the Burial Domain, yet he had the audacity to invite their ancient ancestors.
An Immortal raised a hand, silencing them.
Thus, the scene remained eerily quiet as everyone watched, suppressing their anger.
Clearly, the foreign realm’s higher-ups deeply feared the Burial Domain.
Then, defying all expectations, an Immortal King on the altar nodded in agreement—he would board the chariot and accompany the elder to the meeting.
“What is happening? A being from the Burial Domain is inviting our ancient ancestors into their land?” someone whispered in shock.
“Silence! Do not speak recklessly!” a senior cultivator warned.
**Boom!**
The figure on the altar vanished, the haze and chaos dissipating. Instead, the rusted bronze chariot now brimmed with dense chaos energy.
The entire chariot became indistinct, impossible to discern clearly.
Around it, short rivers of time flowed, presenting a breathtaking sight.
The Immortal King had boarded the chariot—he was truly going to the meeting!
“Return and wait quietly. Do not set foot in the Burial Domain!” It was Yu Tuo’s voice, clearly transmitting orders to the commanders.
No one had expected such a turn of events!
The mysterious Burial Domain, the mighty Burial Kings, had actively appeared—intercepting the Immortal Kings and inviting them into their land!
For most foreign beings, this species was unknown, its significance unclear.
But for those who had some knowledge of them, their hearts surged with terror. Were the low-profile Burial Kings emerging at last?!
They had actually stopped the Immortal Kings, intending to bring them into the Burial Domain!
Many wanted to intervene—even some Immortals couldn’t resist the urge to advise against it. The depths of the Burial Domain were a true dragon’s den, a tiger’s lair—not to be entered lightly!
The more they had learned over the years, the more terrifying it seemed.
These beings could slumber for half an epoch. Their origins, their very existence, were shrouded in eerie, unfathomable mystery.
Yet none dared question the Immortal Kings’ decision. They could only watch as they departed.
Flecks of dark light marked the black road stretching to the horizon, leading to the blood-red tomb that rivaled the heavens in height.
The eight celestial steeds neighed, their wings beating as they pulled the chariot forward with terrifying speed—vanishing in the blink of an eye.
**Boom!**
The chariot crashed into the black fissure of the tomb, as if entering hell itself—gone without a trace.
Just like that, they had left. For a long time, no one spoke, all bewildered by what had transpired.
“Withdraw the army!”
An Immortal gave the order, and the forces turned back toward the foreign realm.
Meanwhile, streaks of lightning shot across the sky—several Immortals had already returned ahead, unwilling to delay. They needed to discuss and make decisions.
For an Immortal King to enter the depths of the Burial Domain was no small matter.
From ancient times until now, no Burial King had ever emerged. Yet today, they had made such a move, seeking to meet Anlan and Yu Tuo. What was happening in the Burial Domain?
“Is change coming?!”
Within the Imperial Pass, someone murmured upon receiving secret intelligence, making such a judgment about the current situation.
Beyond the border, some in the foreign army frowned, sensing the complexity of events—this was truly a turbulent era.
At the edge of the desert, dense forests appeared, their ancient trees colossal, some as massive as mountains, piercing the clouds.
Shi Hao remained silent in his prison cart, unable to even turn his head. He could only look forward as he was taken deeper into the foreign realm.
Passing through the forests, crossing ancient mountains, and traversing regions thick with chaos energy, they finally entered a brand-new world.
Farewell, Imperial Pass!
Goodbye, homeland!
For Shi Hao, he had left the world of his birth—now a prisoner in a foreign land.
**Boom!**
As they ventured deeper, he felt an immediate difference, as if countless thunderbolts had invaded his body, shaking him to his core.
Even his blood roared, threatening to boil over.
These were the laws—complete, unbroken Great Dao—descending from the heavens, hammering against him like a forge!
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