Chapter 1483: The Golden Burial Warrior

This market emerged precisely because of the Burial Abyss!

From ancient times to the present, the Burial Abyss periodically opens, and this place naturally becomes lively, drawing extraordinary Burial Creatures from all over to gather here.

This area serves as a hub for them to exchange necessities and briefly rest before moving on.

Because entering the Burial Abyss requires various artifacts—some made from rare materials—many Burial Creatures come here to sell ancient relics, even if they themselves have no intention of venturing into the abyss.

Shi Hao was momentarily speechless. In his mind, Burial Creatures were silent, low-key beings who spent most of their time in deep slumber, rarely emerging from their resting places. He never imagined they would have something like a bustling market.

But witnessing this marketplace shattered some of his preconceptions.

After some thought, he realized it made sense. The female Burial Creature had once told him that Burial Creatures weren’t merely reanimated corpses—they were born like any other living beings.

Given that, it was only natural for them to interact with one another. Even if they were prone to long slumbers and rarely surfaced, there would still be occasional periods of communication.

Of course, some Burial Creatures might part ways and not reunite for millennia.

Some acquaintances might even bid farewell forever, never to meet again in this lifetime.

The lifestyle of this race dictated that their activities and timelines would be vastly different from others.

“When will the Burial Abyss open?” Shi Hao secretly asked the Immortal Medicine, not daring to inquire directly from the Golden Burial Creature for fear of exposing himself.

“By convention, it should be soon—likely within the next two days,” the Longevity Tree replied reluctantly.

Shi Hao nodded, realizing this wasn’t an exact date. Since he could converse with the beings here, he turned to the Burial Creature and asked if he could deduce the precise moment of the opening.

“We should set off now. Some ancient Burial Creatures speculate it might open today. Since we’re nearby, even if it opens now, we won’t miss anything,” the Golden Burial Creature said, his golden hair shimmering like morning light, radiant and dazzling.

His name was Sanzang, a title that clearly marked him as someone extraordinary. His robust, godlike physique and the reverence other Burial Creatures showed him suggested a high status.

“He… might be the descendant of a Burial King!” the Longevity Tree whispered in shock, warning Shi Hao to be cautious around this man.

“Brother Sanzang, aren’t you going to introduce me to this new friend?” A woman’s voice suddenly interjected—graceful and humanoid.

Though many Burial Creatures were present, not all took human forms. There were giant beasts, demonic birds, and other shapes.

This woman had fair skin, sparkling eyes that seemed to speak, and long, fiery red hair that danced like flames. Her lips were a striking crimson, exuding an enchanting allure.

Clad in dazzling golden armor, she radiated both charm and the fierce aura of a warrior, making her impossible to ignore.

Shi Hao could hardly believe he was in a den of Burial Creatures. This woman, with her vibrant presence and divine aura, was the epitome of vitality—far removed from the images of death, underground lairs, and slumbering coffins he had imagined.

“This fellow Daoist is Huang,” Sanzang introduced.

Shi Hao wasn’t worried about his identity being exposed. In the ancient Burial language, “Huang” was just a simple syllable, carrying no significant connotations.

Even if someone from the foreign realms heard it, they’d be none the wiser.

“Brother Huang, greetings. I am Shenming,” the woman with the fiery lips said, smiling as she approached.

Shi Hao was stunned. The sheer contrast between his expectations and reality was staggering. If word got out, who would believe that Burial Creatures could be so full of life—even more divine than beings from the outside world?

“Brother Huang, bringing a Longevity Medicine with you is truly remarkable. Our group could only muster one between us, yet you alone possess one. You must be extraordinary,” Shenming said, her eyes shimmering with an irresistible charm.

Shi Hao wasn’t sure whether to be awed or unnerved. Once again, he reminded himself that these were sacred beings. Even if they preferred coffins as dwellings, it was merely a racial habit—nothing more.

With that realization, he no longer found her presence strange. After all, she was an exceptionally beautiful woman with an otherworldly allure.

While engaging in conversation, he secretly consulted the Immortal Medicine, asking what purpose the Longevity Medicine served in the Burial Abyss.

“Longevity Medicine can enter the Burial Abyss and retrieve ‘Heavenly Treasures’ and ‘Burial Relics,’” the medicine reluctantly revealed. It wouldn’t have disclosed anything if not for their forced cooperation.

Amused, Shi Hao considered telling the old medicine that if push came to shove, it should at least retrieve some Burial Relics to help him forge connections here.

Of course, if there were truly invaluable treasures—like supreme scriptures or steles—he’d keep them for himself. This trip might yield unimaginable rewards.

“That place is no paradise. Even Longevity Medicine suffers greatly inside. Give up—I won’t risk my life for you!” the old medicine snapped.

Shi Hao focused on conversing with Shenming, astonished to confirm that the plant they carried was indeed an Immortal Medicine—radiant and fragrant.

Even from a distance, its immortal aura was palpable. Nine divine rings encircled it, forming layers of light, as if an immortal king sat in meditation.

It was a purple herb, wreathed in mist and glowing like a Daoist in deep contemplation, seemingly reciting scriptures.

Shi Hao was amazed. This medicine was truly peculiar—humanoid in form and, by the looks of it, had been harvested before, not yet fully regrown.

His mouth watered at the thought of seizing it. For an outsider, the allure of Longevity Medicine was irresistible.

In just one day, he’d encountered two such medicines—it felt like a dream. If he could take both back, the entire world would tremble!

“That might be the medicine belonging to the ‘Chicken-Raiser’!” the old medicine on Shi Hao’s shoulder whispered.

Shi Hao was momentarily puzzled before understanding.

The so-called “Chicken-Raiser” was a mighty figure deep within the Ancient Burial Domain. Legend had it he once rescued a Phoenix that had failed its nirvana, reviving it.

Now, that once-featherless Phoenix—buried for eons before gaining sentience—roamed freely outside the terrifying being’s abode, treated like a mere chicken.

Clearly, Shenming had a fearsome background to borrow such a medicine!

Though the Golden Burial Creatures were divided into groups, Sanzang and Shenming commanded the most respect, with even stronger beings deferring to them.

“Brother Huang, do you have anything else to trade? See if there’s anything you need here. We’ll be setting off soon,” Sanzang said.

“Alright!” Shi Hao nodded, pretending to examine the wares on display. Truthfully, he couldn’t make sense of the bizarre items.

But he had to maintain appearances.

What was that? A clump of dried blood? It was solemnly placed on a purple-gold coffin plank, as if it were a priceless treasure.

“Do you know the origins of these things? Should I pick a few?” Shi Hao asked the old medicine.

“They’re all rare Burial Domain treasures—you can’t afford them,” it replied.

Skeptical, Shi Hao eyed the dried blood again. It was black and unremarkable, hardly worthy of display.

“Make no mistake—this is the blood of a supreme being. Though dried and devoid of spirit, it’s still a Burial Relic with great uses. If you have something to trade, grab it now,” the Longevity Tree urged.

Shi Hao remained doubtful. He saw nothing special about the dried blood—perhaps it was only valuable to Burial Creatures?

He scanned the other artifacts: withered branches, a broken bone hammer, and even a rotting coffin plank—none exuding any divine aura.

“Don’t underestimate them. Take that rotten plank—it’s part of a Longevity Tree. Eons ago, its spiritual energy was terrifying!” the old medicine said.

Startled, Shi Hao realized he’d misjudged these items.

His eyes gleamed—this market was full of treasures!

“These are all preparations for entering the Burial Abyss. None are ordinary—some are rare Burial Relics!” the old medicine reminded him.

“Then I must acquire some. Taking them to the outside world might shake the heavens!” Shi Hao muttered, making up his mind.