Chapter 1487: Ancient Relic

The golden specks of light vanished, and the distant chanting of the summoning scripture faded, no longer audible.

They followed the veins of the Burial Earth into the most ancient regions, restoring silence to this place.

For a long time, no sound or words were heard here. The events just now had been too bizarre—an immensely powerful primordial spirit had actually burst forth!

“Where is its physical body? In what era was it lost? And where did it truly come from?” Finally, a Golden Burial Warrior spoke, his voice trembling.

The Burial Abyss—a forbidden land where no life was thought to exist, a place even Burial Warriors would perish if they descended—had, after eons of silence, allowed a primordial spirit to break free.

This sent a chill down everyone’s spine!

“Some legends may not be mere fabrications. This place is exceedingly strange. The origins of the Burial Kings warrant deeper thought!” whispered another Golden Burial Warrior.

In truth, if one were to measure shock, none could compare to Shi Hao. He understood better than anyone present where that primordial spirit had truly come from!

The Dark Prison—a name long buried in the sands of time—had resurfaced today, and they had witnessed a creature breaking free from it.

What kind of place was it, where countless cages drifted and floated through the river of time? How had they come to be?

“I despise this kind of eerie nonsense!” On Shi Hao’s shoulder, the Immortal Medicine involuntarily shuddered and muttered to itself.

The Burial Abyss, shrouded in darkness, had temporarily returned to silence.

For a moment, no one dared to descend in search of treasures, nor did anyone speak. All were still stunned by the earlier spectacle.

Suddenly, the black abyss rippled once more, radiant light spreading upward like gentle waves.

“Could it be another primordial spirit breaking free?”

The silence was shattered.

“No, this time it’s the true fluctuation we’ve been waiting for—Burial Treasures are emerging,” said Shen Ming, taking the lead as she stepped toward the abyss.

Seeing this, the others quickly followed suit. They had come for fortune and opportunity, and none wished to fall behind.

“Brother Huang, after you,” San Zang greeted Shi Hao, walking alongside him as they stood at the edge of the abyss, peering through the mist of chaos.

Everyone activated their divine vision, gazing deep into the abyss to discern its secrets.

The ripples of light were dazzling and sacred, rising intermittently like gentle waves or a spring breeze.

“Hmm, I hope to obtain a Burial Treasure. With it, I can venture into the outside world,” San Zang murmured to himself.

The other Golden Burial Warriors remained indifferent, but Shi Hao’s heart was in turmoil. Burial Warriors were planning to actively enter the outside world? This contradicted everything he knew!

Had he misunderstood? Weren’t the subterranean beings supposed to prefer eternal slumber?

Yet the words of one Golden Burial Warrior confirmed that it was no mistake—Shi Hao had understood correctly.

“Will you enter the great city or venture beyond the pass?”

“Hmm, we’ll see when the time comes. After eons of silence, those places must be lively by now,” San Zang replied.

This sent waves of shock through Shi Hao’s heart. Weren’t Burial Warriors supposed to be lifeless? How were they involved in such matters? It was unfathomable!

Clearly, the “great city” they spoke of was the Imperial Pass, and “beyond the pass” referred to the foreign realm.

“Ah, what a pity. Who knows what the Burial Kings are thinking? After slumbering for countless ages, they never leave the Ancient Burial Domain. Otherwise, the Burial Lands would be boundless!”

The words of another Golden Burial Warrior left Shi Hao bewildered. Did the Burial Kings transform any land they traversed into Burial Lands? The mere thought sent a chill down his spine.

“No… this can’t be. There will be chaos in the future!” Shi Hao was startled. A casual thought had led him to envision a future of unending darkness.

The invasion of the foreign realm was already enough to annihilate the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. If the Burial Lands awakened as well, the consequences were unimaginable.

Shi Hao stood frozen, recalling the conversation between the rotund Taoist and his disciple by the River of Time. Was everything unfolding step by step? The challenges ahead would far exceed expectations!

“Aside from a few Golden Burial Warriors like us, the rest of our kin cannot enter those regions—they would be discovered,” Shen Ming said.

Indeed, Golden Burial Warriors were indistinguishable from outsiders, even appearing more divine, like exiled immortals or deities!

“Here it comes! Be careful!” someone shouted.

A surge of radiant light erupted from the abyss, and all the Golden Burial Warriors sprang into action, each employing their own methods to seize the treasures.

“It’s your turn now!” Shi Hao said to the old medicine.

Alas, the medicine couldn’t roll its eyes, or it surely would have glared at him.

“Don’t speak carelessly—you might give yourself away. It’s not my time yet. You must rely on yourself. The Burial Weapons are chaotic; they’d tear me apart!” the Immortal Medicine retorted.

Shi Hao flushed with embarrassment—he truly knew little of this place.

He immediately retrieved the Nine-Faced Burial Stone, as instructed by the old medicine. Instantly, several divine rays of light shot toward him, slashing through the air.

“Ah! Burial Weapons!” someone exclaimed.

The Nine-Faced Burial Stone was incredibly effective, attracting such weapons as if it were a beacon in the darkness.

But the killing intent was boundless. The Burial Weapons exuded a chilling aura, their cold gleam revealing ancient, rusted, cracked, and fragmented blades—now all glowing as they desperately flew toward the stone.

Even Shen Ming couldn’t help but sigh. “Truly a Burial Treasure—the Nine-Faced Burial Stone. It commands the worship of these Burial Weapons.”

Shi Hao was astonished. The stone was even more valuable than he’d imagined, possessing such power.

Yet, as the weapons surged toward him, they also brought danger. The cold gleam and overwhelming killing intent could easily slice him into pieces.

He took out the dried blood clot—now hardened like stone, devoid of fluctuations or mighty power.

But what happened next was jaw-dropping. Some of the incoming weapons plummeted back into the abyss, while others cracked loudly, their fractures widening.

Not a single weapon reached him—they either fled or fell into the abyss.

Seeing Shi Hao’s stunned expression, the Immortal Medicine gloated. “Did you think Burial Treasures were ordinary?”

According to it, both the Nine-Faced Burial Stone and the dried blood were genuine Burial Treasures—priceless beyond measure!

Shi Hao scowled. “You realize that the Burial Weapons that were coming for me have now fled? I’ve gained nothing, all because of this blood!”

“Don’t worry. The appearance of two Burial Treasures, especially this blood with its strange power, has merely repelled lesser weapons. If any dare approach now, they must be Burial Treasures themselves—even better!” the medicine said.

Burial Treasures were rare and invaluable.

Around them, the others also wore dark expressions. The Burial Weapons that had been heading their way had all veered off or plunged into the abyss.

“Brother Huang, this won’t do. Unless it’s a powerful Burial Treasure, no weapon will dare approach. We’ll end up empty-handed,” a Golden Burial Warrior said.

“Brother Huang, you can put those away for now. When we enter the Burial Palace in the abyss later, we can use these two treasures together,” San Zang suggested.

Enter the abyss? Shi Hao was startled. This contradicted his understanding. There was a palace down there? What was its origin?

“You… you’re going into the legendary palace?” The others were aghast, clearly terrified of the place.

“Over the long ages, few have entered. It’s far too dangerous!” another Golden Burial Warrior exclaimed.

“Fear not. With two Immortal Medicines and our three Burial Treasures, we can take the risk!” Shen Ming declared, joining the venture.

“Very well,” Shi Hao nodded, storing the two treasures.

Shen Ming was envious. Both items had been found in the market, yet she had missed them—a deep regret.

“Brother Huang, do you not possess any other Burial Weapons?” San Zang asked, looking puzzled.

After putting away the two treasures, Shi Hao had no other artifacts at hand.

Given the danger, both Shen Ming and San Zang had drawn powerful Burial Weapons for defense.

The question gave Shi Hao a headache. What Burial Weapons did he have? Should he take out the Great Luo Sword Embryo?

“Quick, tell me which of my weapons can pass as a Burial Weapon,” Shi Hao secretly transmitted to the Immortal Medicine.

“None of them! They have nothing to do with Burial Weapons!” the old medicine flatly rejected.

“What about this one?” Suddenly, Shi Hao recalled an ancient artifact he had sealed away years ago, unused since.

The Immortal Medicine gasped. Though it hadn’t seen the object, Shi Hao’s mental projection was enough for it to recognize its significance.

“That’s the one! This is an extraordinary ancient Burial Weapon!” it declared.

Shi Hao’s heart pounded. In an instant, countless thoughts raced through his mind—this object was anything but ordinary. He had never dared to use it.

Without hesitation, he retrieved it. Darkness briefly enveloped the area before faint black light rippled forth, accompanied by wisps of chaotic energy!

The moment this ancient artifact appeared, everyone gasped in awe, their eyes filled with envy.

It was a small cauldron, no taller than a fist, pitch-black with faint, endless luster. Its ancient simplicity concealed an unfathomable, mysterious aura.

Covered in cracks as if shattered and forcibly reassembled, it exuded an air of antiquity, surrounded by chaos.

Its material alone was astounding—it was forged entirely from Dark Immortal Gold!

Since obtaining it years ago, Shi Hao had never used it, wary of its sinister nature.

At one point, he had even considered destroying it with the Great Luo Sword Embryo, which could consume Immortal Gold to strengthen itself.

“What a treasure! It must have been a peerless artifact in its prime. A pity it was ruined—so many cracks. What kind of battle did it endure?”

“Perhaps it once buried an immortal.”

The moment the cauldron appeared, the Golden Burial Warriors were awestruck.

They unanimously agreed it was an ancient Burial Weapon of immense significance, its aura so potent it made them feel as if they could ascend to the heavens.

Was it truly a Burial Weapon? Shi Hao’s mind was anything but calm. Memories resurfaced, and he realized that many things were far more complex and terrifying than he had ever imagined.