Chapter 1488: Fate and Fortune

Burial Artifact!

This object actually has such an origin.

Shi Hao recalled those past events, his heart unable to remain calm.

This small black cauldron, no taller than a fist, was something he obtained after slaying the Dark Divine Child.

During the Three Thousand Provinces’ genius competition, they had all entered the remnants of the Immortal Ancient, where countless battles took place. Even someone as strong as Shi Hao faced danger multiple times, encountering foes like Jun Dao, the Fallen Divine Child, the inheritor of the Immortal Palace, the Ancient Saint Child, the Six Crown King, and the Dark Divine Child.

His current achievements were greatly tied to that battle—facing numerous enemies, fighting through blood and sweat, and ultimately rising to prominence!

The Dark Divine Child hailed from the Netherworld, one of the most mysterious places in the Three Thousand Provinces, and was anything but ordinary. Rumor had it that he was born from an ancient corpse that had gained sentience.

His physical body was terrifyingly powerful. During that battle, enemies could not shake him, and even when injured, he could recover in an instant—possessing an undying body!

Looking back now, Shi Hao had many thoughts.

“Was the Dark Divine Child… a Burial Knight?” he speculated. Otherwise, why would he possess such a cauldron?

“Perhaps he was a Burial Knight who died and was reborn!” Shi Hao concluded after some thought.

Because Burial Knights had parents—they were born naturally.

But the Dark Divine Child was the result of an ancient corpse buried underground for countless years, gaining sentience.

The two were fundamentally different!

He believed the Dark Divine Child must have had a terrifying origin in his past life. During that battle, just his physical body alone had given Shi Hao immense trouble.

In that fight, the Dark Divine Child didn’t even need his soul to take control—his body alone could unleash ninety-nine supreme divine abilities!

That was truly horrifying. How could a normal cultivator master so many treasure techniques in their youth?

It was said to be the instinct of his flesh, imprints left behind from his past life—his body inherently contained these divine abilities!

Years ago, the only reason Shi Hao managed to kill the Dark Divine Child was because his soul was weak—Shi Hao had destroyed his spirit!

In the end, when the Immortal Medicine Garden emerged, space shattered, and the body fell into a void rift, vanishing without a trace.

The Dark Divine Child’s soul was born in later times, not the original powerhouse. Compared to that body, it was far inferior.

Moreover, back then, the Dark Divine Child relied solely on his body’s instincts—his flesh alone had nurtured Immortal Qi. How terrifying was that?

Without his soul guiding it, his body naturally manifested the power of immortality—something the younger generation dreamed of and endlessly pursued.

And most horrifying of all, his body contained ninety-nine secret techniques that could be inherited by his soul, allowing him to gradually master those terrifying powers.

Shi Hao clearly remembered that, in the end, the Dark Divine Child had unleashed a supreme treasure technique that shook the Three Thousand Provinces—the **Triple Burial Secret Art**!

The Triple Burial Secret Art was said to **bury the heavens, bury the earth, and bury all living beings!**

At the time, the Dark Divine Child had roared it out himself, but with his cultivation, he could only execute—**Burial of Man**.

And the Burial of Man fell under the category of burying living beings.

In the most ancient times, it was said that supreme powerhouses had once used the Triple Burial Secret Art to **bury the heavens, bury the earth, and bury immortals!**

Looking back, Shi Hao had reason to believe this was a peerless technique of the Burial Knights. Just the name alone conveyed their style.

How could Shi Hao remain calm? In an instant, countless thoughts flooded his mind. Long ago, even in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, Golden Burial Knights had appeared and acted!

At the same time, he thought of the Netherworld—one of the greatest legacies of the Three Thousand Provinces!

This ancient sect, regarded as a land of the dead, was anything but simple. Shi Hao had reason to suspect it might have some connection to the Burial Domain.

Of course, with the passage of time, that connection might have faded—or even been severed.

But who could guarantee that, if the Golden Burial Knights reappeared, they wouldn’t seek out the Netherworld, forming a tight alliance and becoming a formidable force?

After all, the Netherworld’s environment was very similar to the Burial Domain!

Though, of course, it paled in comparison.

And the most fundamental difference was that Burial Knights were born naturally, while the Netherworld’s cultivators were mostly reanimated corpses.

“This small black cauldron has buried an immortal—or an undying being. It carries that aura!” San Zang spoke.

Everyone was stunned. Clearly, even in the mysterious Burial Domain, burying an immortal or slaying an undying being was an astonishing feat.

Shi Hao was dazed. Looking at San Zang, he thought of his name—was there some connection between the Triple Burial Secret Art and San Zang’s lineage?

Did the Dark Divine Child and his secret art have ties to this clan? Or was it related to the title of some Burial King?

The small cauldron, forged from Dark Immortal Gold, made these Golden Burial Knights envious. Even though it was cracked and damaged, it was still coveted.

Shi Hao couldn’t sense it, but the Burial Knights could—an intense aura of a burial treasure washed over them, immensely beneficial to cultivation. In their eyes, if they could fuse it into their bodies long-term, their strength would soar!

“Brother Huang, your methods are truly grand. We can’t help but admire you—even possessing such a burial treasure,” Shen Ming sighed.

Things that could be called burial treasures were exceedingly rare, and this small cauldron undoubtedly qualified.

Shi Hao remained humble, not revealing too much, as he couldn’t fully explain himself.

Soon, streaks of light flew past—weapons, burial stones, even withered bones. Whatever it was, the Golden Burial Knights eagerly tried to seize them.

“Quick, grab it!” the immortal medicine urged, asking Shi Hao for help.

From below, a cluster of silver light flew up, carrying a dense vitality, like the resurgence of all living things—comforting and invigorating.

Not just the old medicine, but everyone else’s eyes lit up as they reached out.

Another immortal tree was also communicating with Shen Ming, wanting to obtain this treasure.

“One of the most precious burial soils—originally belonging to a Burial King!” San Zang revealed the truth.

These were silver grains, each translucent like silver beans, carrying the vitality of the primordial era.

The immortal medicine naturally desired it, for if rooted within, it would bring immense benefits.

Rumors said that deep in the Burial Domain, there were several immortal trees that remained precisely because of supreme burial soils—like Shi Hao’s **Soil of All Things**, which was one such treasure!

“Use the Nine-Faced Life Stone!” the immortal tree transmitted.

Without hesitation, Shi Hao took it out. Indeed, this stone had a strange power—it could attract sacred objects related to Burial Knights.

With a *whoosh*, a large cluster of silver sand flew toward him.

*Clang!*

Shi Hao decisively opened the Dark Immortal Gold Cauldron, using it to absorb the silver sand.

He avoided using his own techniques, as they differed from burial arts.

“Brother Huang, you can’t take it all! You’re practically looting everything!” Shen Ming protested, adopting a coquettish demeanor, pleading for him to share some.

The silver sand wasn’t abundant—only about two square feet in total—yet Shi Hao had taken most of it.

This treasure was incredibly valuable. If Burial Knights buried themselves in it, their cultivation would accelerate tenfold—an astonishing benefit.

To them, this was a supreme treasure, hence the fierce competition. Originally, it belonged to a Burial King.

Shi Hao took most of it before sealing the cauldron, not wanting to offend anyone. For him, it was only useful for planting flowers and herbs—no immediate practical use.

“Give it to me!” the immortal tree whispered.

“Stay by my side, and not only will you have this silver sand, but you can even root yourself in my **Soil of All Things**—a full ten square feet of it!” Shi Hao transmitted.

“You… have ten square feet?!” The immortal tree was skeptical.

“Pathetic. Is ten square feet a lot? I met the **White Turtle Carrying an Immortal**—it occupied several times that!” Shi Hao taunted.

“Outside, away from Burial Kings, where would I find such soil? That damned turtle—I know it!” the immortal tree grumbled.

Shi Hao was amused. Did immortal medicines gossip and share secrets among themselves?

*Whoosh!*

A tremor came from below. Amidst flying rocks and chaotic mist, a cluster of ancient, broken stone tablets surged up from the depths.

“The Burial Abyss’s fluctuations are intensifying! Even the tablets at the very bottom are being ejected. Seize this chance—they may contain supreme techniques!” a Golden Burial Knight urged, rallying the others.

“These tablets are enormous!” Shi Hao was shocked.

As they drew closer, he saw that each tablet was as massive as a mountain, yet they had been hurled upward.

The area was chaotic—sand and stones flew, ghostly wails echoed, and strange phenomena manifested.

The tablets varied—some were stone, some wood, others bronze or even gold.

But they all shared one thing: **burial script**, recording profound techniques, some of which were peerless!

It was said that, in the previous era, a Golden Burial Knight had obtained an unparalleled scripture here and eventually became a Burial King!

“Quick, translate it for me!” Shi Hao ordered the immortal medicine, as he couldn’t read a single burial character.

At that moment, his gaze locked onto a bronze tablet. Its engravings seemed to contain unfathomable Dao truths—resonating even with him, a human.