Shi Hao’s eyes sparkled as he fixed his gaze on the medicinal plant—it truly was eerie!
He had long heard of this creature’s formidable power, one that even Immortal Kings would tread carefully around. Even in later eras, its name would shake the heavens, mentioned by none other than the future Cao Yusheng.
Intrigued, Shi Hao moved like a phantom lightning bolt, closing the distance to scrutinize the plant.
“Best not provoke it,” Burial King Huo Heng cautioned.
This was a supreme overlord, one that could traverse the Boundary Sea with impunity. Its six avatars were not to be trifled with by ordinary beings.
“I’m merely observing,” Shi Hao replied, crouching down to examine the small tree, barely over a foot tall, exuding a fragrance so potent that even mortals could extend their lives by years with a single breath.
Immortal mist, pure as snow, flowed from his nostrils as he squinted slightly, sensing every detail of the plant.
The third flower on the small tree bloomed, showering down a waterfall of essence that bathed the tiny figure seated beneath it, also tempering the weapon beside it.
Symbols flickered in Shi Hao’s pupils as he sought to unravel the creature’s laws and dao. He was certain even Burial Kings had studied it.
Caution aside, how could he not observe such a being when it lingered so close?
“Are you certain it’s truly a supreme powerhouse?” Shi Hao questioned skeptically. The plant was mysterious, but the tiny figure beneath it emanated chaotic energy. Though immersed in enlightenment, its imprints were too jumbled, lacking any extraordinary traits.
He felt he could crush the tiny figure with a single finger.
“If a supreme being could be so easily deciphered, how could it roam the heavens?” Burial King Huo Heng sighed.
According to him, this plant had journeyed from the Boundary Sea to the Immortal Domain, then to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and finally into the Burial Land—always emerging unscathed.
“The true entity slumbers within the immortal plant. What we see is merely a wisp of its breath. Its real body inhales and exhales within the plant, manifesting this tiny figure as an anomaly.”
“When will it awaken?” Shi Hao asked.
“Unknown. This creature is unique, wandering between realms to inscribe all dao fruits, whether mighty or weak, for contemplation,” Huo Heng explained.
This was just one of its six avatars, all performing the same task over eons.
As long as one avatar survived, it would remain indestructible, eternal.
Legend held that once all six avatars merged into one true form, it would accumulate all the dao fruits of the world!
That would be the moment it shattered the King Realm and attempted ascension to Emperor!
“Interesting. It wants to study me, inscribe my dao fruit?” Shi Hao smirked coldly.
Even if it were a supreme overlord, such audacity would come at a price. Who could freely steal his dao fruit or pry into his ultimate secrets?
“Scatter!”
With a flick of his finger, Shi Hao shattered the tiny figure into immortal mist, revealing the plant’s true form.
With a swift motion, he seized it, scrutinizing it before deciding to take it back for alchemy.
At this stage, Shi Hao possessed an invincible conviction. No matter how brazen the scheme—even if the perpetrator stood alongside Butcher and others, possibly ascending to Emperor—he feared nothing.
The two Burial Kings paled, silently urging caution.
Forcing the plant’s true entity to emerge would spark a cataclysmic battle. Even an avatar might rival the main body in power.
Such a clash would shake the heavens, tear through the Burial Land, and likely summon its other five avatars, hastening the fusion of its ultimate form.
“This world is balanced. At this level, if it dares provoke me, it will pay the price!”
Shi Hao tossed the plant aside, but it glowed and floated back to his side.
“You think I fear you? Follow me, and I’ll refine you into medicine!” he warned icily.
With a flash, he sealed the plant in a spatial vessel, undaunted.
The two Burial Kings gaped—this young man was truly fearless.
Shi Hao then visited Cao Yusheng and the little dog, both buried in sacred soil, their bodies radiant, untouched by decay.
“Will you still be yourselves when you awaken?” he murmured sadly.
“These memory crystals hold their past lives,” San Zang said, handing them over.
“Leave them here,” Shi Hao nodded solemnly.
Five hundred millennia was an eternity. Reunions might never recapture the past.
But this was better than death—a rebirth of sorts.
“When will you attain Burial Kinghood?” Shi Hao asked San Zang and Shen Ming, both blessed by the Origin Ancient Artifact and Three-Life Herb.
By rights, they were destined to ascend.
They smiled wryly.
“Not everyone is as heaven-defying as you. We need time—millions of years, perhaps an epoch.”
Shi Hao fell silent.
“Are you leaving?” Shen Ming asked, uneasy under his piercing gaze.
“I need to borrow something,” he said.
“What?”
“The Three-Life Herb!”
“No!” they refused instantly—it was their key to Burial Kinghood, irreplaceable.
“I truly need it. Didn’t I gift it to you? Just a fraction, to save lives,” he bargained.
“The herb was split three ways. Did you exhaust yours?” they doubted.
“I need more, and you won’t use all of yours,” he countered.
He planned to revive “Second Under Heaven” and the Golden Daoist, needing the herb for their restoration.
He had some, but hesitated to use it all. Through a temporal rift, he’d seen future Cao Yusheng and a black dog desperately seeking the herb to save someone.
Their grief haunted him. He knew not what future calamity loomed, but the herb’s rarity was absolute—only one or two had ever existed.
After a day’s delay, he obtained a pinch of powder from them—enough for his needs.
They grudgingly relented, keeping sufficient for themselves.
Returning to the Immortal Domain, Shi Hao sought Pan King to borrow a cauldron for a legendary elixir—one that could mend even the most shattered Immortal King souls.
“You found the Three-Life Herb?” Pan King gasped.
Countless kings had searched in vain, yet Shi Hao succeeded so swiftly.
Hearing how he, San Zang, and Shen Ming stumbled upon it—shaped like firewood, even moldy—Pan King was speechless.
“Reviving kings defies heaven. Such an act invites divine retribution,” Pan King warned.
But Shi Hao was resolute. He also hoped to restore the Forbidden Master and the golden bone—lingering wills akin to fragmented souls.
“No ordinary cauldron can withstand the tribulation of such an elixir,” Pan King admitted.
He procured an ancient king-grade cauldron from Primordial Chaos Immortal King, a treasure from his ascension.
With it, Shi Hao’s confidence soared.
That day, as he began refining, celestial phenomena erupted, drawing the gaze of all realms.
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