What’s going on? Shi Hao’s thoughts were in disarray. He saw the fat Taoist again, and this time accompanied by a black dog with a square head and large ears!
That was the adult Cao Yusheng—or perhaps it could be said, the fat Taoist from endless ages later, buried underground for who knows how many years before seeing daylight again.
“Time and space are in chaos. It’s not just ancient events but also unpredictable occurrences from the river of time crashing against its banks,” Sanzang spoke.
That dog was too ferocious, its black, glossy fur like a shimmering river of stars, its massive frame comparable to an ancient demonic mountain.
“What breed is this? Its aura is fiercer than prehistoric beasts—it could probably swallow a gluttonous taotie alive or devour a lion-dragon raw!” Shen Ming revealed a look of shock.
Is the Three-Life Herb really that precious?
Shi Hao finally realized deeply that the thing was no simple matter. He had thought only the Burial Clan regarded it as a supreme treasure, but even the fat Taoist seemed to value it just as much!
“For the Golden Burial Clan, the Three-Life Herb is the rarest treasure across all ages. Possessing one means the potential to evolve into a Burial King. If that fat man finds one, we can intercept it!” Shen Ming smiled.
Because they had already figured out that these were merely fragments of the future, not events truly unfolding before them. Even if the other party were a True Immortal, they couldn’t do anything to them.
Massive graves stood densely, floating in the void—an eerie sight.
That man and dog traversed freely, climbing over one ancient grave after another, but in the end, they were disappointed, finding nothing.
The void was unstable, and soon, their figures blurred, unable to manifest for long.
Only occasional barks and the fat Taoist’s angry shouts remained.
Beyond that, there were the final, sorrowful cries—including the big black dog’s. They had failed; they hadn’t found the Three-Life Herb.
Who were they trying to save? They had even come here, beyond the world, to this strange land transcending all realms.
During this process, Sanzang and Shen Ming acted swiftly, sweeping through the surroundings, leaving traces in one ancient grave after another.
This place was bizarre—clearly in the starry void, yet filled with so many graves.
Yet, all the ancient tombs were empty. Though coffins lay within, no Burial Clan members slumbered, nor were there any skeletal remains of living beings.
Empty and desolate—no living beings, no dead bones. It was too barren.
The Thunder Spirits searched, carrying the corpse on the straw mat, sweeping through the entire graveyard but finding nothing. They moved forward again.
The path ahead seemed to lead to the edge of the universe. The boundary walls were broken, heavy with the marks of time, and terrifying fissures spread across the void, star remnants, and the boundary walls themselves.
It seemed as though a single loud shout could cause this place to collapse.
Yet when Sanzang attempted to strike it with a punch, he found it far sturdier than expected—it would last for tens of thousands of years at least. This place wouldn’t be destroyed.
“Look, an altar! There’s a very ancient altar over there. They’ve ascended it—where are they going?” Shen Ming exclaimed in surprise.
In this ruined, abandoned land stood an altar forged from unknown bones, emitting a dim glow, forming an ancient platform.
The method of activation was simple—just channel energy into it to activate it.
With a flash of a pentagram, the hundreds of Thunder Spirits carrying that supreme corpse vanished.
“Should we still follow?” Shen Ming asked with doubt.
They didn’t even know where they were anymore. They had already traveled far enough, transcending the Sea Waterfall of the Foreign Realm and ascending into unknown ancient void.
They had seen the Thunder Spirits carrying the corpse, followed them, witnessed countless massive graves, and now they were about to cross the heavens again—were they heading into an unpredictable place?
“Look, the Kun Sprite is still following!” Shi Hao said.
That fish was resolute, unwavering from start to finish, showing no intention of leaving.
“Perhaps the path of the Ancestral Fish Sprite’s return is still ongoing. It’s returning to its birthplace—we should follow too!” Sanzang said.
From his understanding, the Ancestral Fish Sprite emerged from its source, traveled to various places like the Sea Waterfall, and once it grew to a certain stage, it would return along the original path.
But this path was too unusual—not through waters or rivers, but through the starry void, with altars along the way!
In the end, they quickly followed, afraid of losing the Thunder Spirits, embarking on a new journey.
The pentagram flashed, and they appeared on a platform surrounded by chaotic mist, with shattered stars all around. This was still a ruined land.
Not far away stood another altar.
They could sense the residual fluctuations and aura left behind by the Thunder Spirits.
“Where is this leading? If we keep using these altars, can we even return?” Even the usually composed Sanzang felt a headache coming on, beginning to doubt.
But did they have a choice?
Exchanging glances, they set off again.
This time, after teleporting from the altar, they found themselves on an ancient tree—massive beyond measure, completely withered, devoid of branches or leaves.
“A withered divine tree, dead midway in its evolution into a World Tree, leaving even this starry void desiccated!” Sanzang said grimly.
This made them suspect that the places they passed through were all fragments of ancient realms, not the same starry sea but another world entirely.
And so, they continued crossing, each time emerging near another altar, all inscribed with complex formations, seemingly leading to different worlds.
After multiple crossings, they had ascended nine altars before nearing their destination.
“Destination” because they saw the Thunder Spirits had stopped, and this place had no further altars to continue the journey.
Where was this? Even more desolate, shrouded in gray mist like the newly opened heavens—no signs of life, everything primal.
The breath of the Primordial Era flowed, yin and yang intertwined.
“How bizarre!”
They weren’t sure if they could return, as the altars seemed one-way, with no return path.
The Thunder Spirits lingered here before suddenly moving together, piercing through a misty veil, advancing straight through the void as if excited.
“Have they found their destination?” Sanzang murmured with curiosity.
The path ahead was peculiar and strange—broken halberds, shattered stone axes, and battle-scarred warships abruptly appeared.
Amidst the chaotic mist, more and more derelict warships and broken weapons littered the path.
Clearly, a great battle had taken place here.
“Terrifying. Though those weapons are completely ruined, their runes deliberately erased, one can still sense they were once immensely powerful—some even immortal artifacts!” Shen Ming deduced.
Some had been peerless weapons, but they were destroyed, their traces thoroughly wiped away. Even the immortal metal essences they contained had been extracted.
“We’re here—there’s a pair of gates!”
“Gates… that big?”
They were a pair of stone gates, truly enormous—even stars seemed small before them. They stood in the starry void, leading to who knows where.
Before these gates lay even more artifacts—not just warships but also shattered islands.
These “islands” resembled meteorites, refined into shape.
There were also skeletal remains—some massive, like pristine skulls the size of stars or even larger.
Yet they bore no runes, no divine fluctuations—their essences had been extracted, leaving only the bones behind.
Some weapons, like a purple hammer as large as the moon, cleaved in half, devoid of essence, were scattered here.
Corpse after corpse—who knew how powerful they had been in life, but now only their husks and indestructible bones remained.
“Unimaginable. These were all supreme experts, beings beyond comprehension, yet so many perished here. What happened back then?”
Was it these stone gates that blocked their path?
Shi Hao suspected that the artifacts and beings here had once been of terrifyingly high levels, but for some reason, their essences had been extracted, their Dao principles severed, leaving only remnants, erasing their former glory.
“Wait—there’s a familiar scent,” Shi Hao suddenly said.
Not far away, near the stone gates, lay a meteorite with a long-deceased being atop it, its flesh withered, its essence long gone.
“There’s still blood on its body—un-dried!”
This was a shocking discovery. While all other beings had lost their essences, this one had retained some—a miracle in this place, a major find.
Before the being were some words, ancient and mysterious, written in blood.
The first half was in golden blood, the latter in black.
But Shi Hao couldn’t read them.
“We… can’t go back,” Sanzang uttered these words. He actually recognized them—and told Shi Hao they were genuine immortal script!
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