Stumbled into a nest of Burial Creatures? Shi Hao was utterly shocked, finding himself inexplicably trapped in such a deadly place. This was no benevolent land—one misstep could mean death here.
Burial Creatures were far too mysterious, belonging to an entirely different race from his own. These beings despised being disturbed, and throughout history, most who dared to unseal their ancient tombs met gruesome ends. Even those who managed to flee temporarily would eventually suffer ill fates.
And now, it wasn’t just one or two Burial Creatures—it was an entire nest!
Shi Hao’s scalp prickled with dread. He stood motionless, his expression unreadable.
The immortal herb was equally dumbfounded, panicking. Having just escaped from the depths of the most ancient burial grounds, it now found itself in a “wolf’s den” and a “tiger’s lair.”
A group of Burial Creatures turned their gaze toward Shi Hao and the herb, their eyes cold and hollow, devoid of life.
The sensation was like needles pricking the skin—chilling and painful, as if being stared down by a horde of vengeful spirits.
Shi Hao’s unease grew. The entrance was already swarming with Burial Creatures, cutting off any retreat. Among them was no ordinary being—a monstrous figure with three heads and six arms, its body pitch-black like ink, occasionally gleaming with dark metallic luster. The stench of death rolled off it in waves.
This Burial Creature had at least reached the Dunyi Realm, its strength formidable.
Gritting his teeth, Shi Hao stepped forward into the open space, choosing advantageous terrain while scanning for other possible exits.
This was a marketplace of sorts, bustling with Burial Creatures peddling bizarre ancient artifacts like street vendors.
“Adela du a…”
Ahead, someone pointed and uttered strange syllables, gesturing first at the immortal herb, then at Shi Hao.
What did that mean? Shi Hao couldn’t understand!
His head throbbed with frustration. Was he doomed to die here in a pool of blood?
Glancing around, he noticed some beings among the Burial Creatures who resembled him—lacking the aura of death, standing out as extraordinary. Among them were particularly majestic figures—Golden Burial Creatures.
A glint flashed in Shi Hao’s eyes. He decided to take a gamble—to impersonate a Golden Burial Creature. Adopting an aloof demeanor, he coldly surveyed his surroundings without uttering a word.
Then, he pointed at the immortal herb, signaling it to approach.
At the same time, he transmitted a mental message: *”If you don’t want to be replanted atop a burial mound, you’d better come to my side and cooperate with me!”*
The immortal herb was speechless. Even in such dire straits, this human still had the nerve to threaten it—his composure was downright absurd!
All immortal herbs possessed sentience and could speak. In the past, Shi Hao had even conversed at length with the “White Turtle Bearing Immortal.”
*”You’re in greater danger than I am, yet you still dare to boast?”* the herb retorted, calming itself slightly before responding mentally.
*”Our cooperation benefits us both. It’ll keep you from being recaptured and replanted on a grave. Play along—pretend I’m a Golden Burial Creature,”* Shi Hao swiftly countered.
The herb hesitated briefly before decisively flying over. This human was audacious beyond measure—perhaps his plan might actually work.
*”You’d better behave. If you harm me, I’ll expose you in an instant. You’ll die without a burial place!”* the old herb warned.
It wasn’t entirely at ease, fearing Shi Hao might devour it outright. After all, as an immortal herb, countless beings coveted it.
*”Relax. Right now, we’re ants tied to the same string,”* Shi Hao reassured it, urging cooperation.
Who could’ve imagined they’d end up collaborating—a human and an immortal herb, an utterly bizarre pairing. Especially since the herb was a supreme spiritual root!
Not long ago, the two had been at each other’s throats.
*”If we’re exposed, at worst I’ll be taken back to serve a Burial King as his ‘coffin savings.’ But you? You’ll be hacked to pieces—no, worse, refined into a Burial Slave. A fate worse than death!”*
The herb rambled on, trying to intimidate Shi Hao into abandoning any treacherous thoughts.
*”Enough. Time is short. Either respond to them yourself or teach me the ancient Burial Language so I can pass as a Golden Burial Creature,”* Shi Hao pressed.
He was certain the old herb, having lived in the ancient burial grounds for eons, must know the language and understand Golden Burial Creatures far better than most.
*”Mosani garlo…”*
Surprisingly cooperative, the herb shrank to about a foot tall, its roots and tender branches curling as it perched on Shi Hao’s shoulder, chattering away in the strange tongue.
It was aiding Shi Hao, helping him navigate the crisis—though it still clung desperately to its box, refusing to let go.
*”Gagumiim…”*
From a distance, a Burial Creature approached, smiling radiantly. He appeared no older than thirty, yet his strength was terrifying—a peak Dunyi Realm expert, and a Golden Burial Creature!
His golden hair cascaded like a flowing river, shimmering brilliantly against his chest and back. Despite being a Burial Creature, he exuded a sacred aura, wreathed in misty radiance, more divine than any deity.
The old herb, playing the role of a “traitorous lackey,” babbled rapidly with the golden-haired Burial Creature.
*”This is bizarre. Even in the deepest parts of the most ancient burial grounds, Golden Burial Creatures are rare. Unless it’s a critical event, they don’t gather in such numbers,”* the herb transmitted mentally to Shi Hao, perplexed.
This was highly unusual. Golden Burial Creatures were exceedingly scarce, descendants of the most powerful ancient Burial Lords. Under normal circumstances, they’d never appear in groups.
Yet here, there were at least several dozen!
Among them were both men and women, each wreathed in immortal mist, serene and sacred, as if they were the offspring of the mightiest deities, descended upon this burial land.
*”Don’t just talk to him alone—teach me the Burial Language, phrase by phrase. I need to converse with them directly, or we’ll be exposed soon!”* Shi Hao urged.
With so many Burial Creatures nearby, the danger was immense.
Even with the Great Luo Sword Embryo in hand—a weapon of considerable deterrence—full exposure might trigger an even greater catastrophe.
Powerful Burial Creatures might covet the sword, leading to a deadly struggle.
Reluctantly, the old herb began teaching Shi Hao the ancient Burial Language, phrase by phrase, enabling him to converse with the golden-haired Burial Creature.
Though the language was bizarre and the pronunciation peculiar, Shi Hao managed to hold a basic conversation.
*”Brother, you are truly extraordinary, bringing an immortal herb. Your journey to the Burial Abyss will surely yield great rewards,”* the radiant, sun-god-like golden-haired man said amiably.
He was composed and friendly, chatting with Shi Hao as if they were old acquaintances.
Shi Hao was speechless. This was a Burial Creature—in his mind, the fiercest of vengeful spirits—yet he appeared more saintly than Shi Hao himself.
He realized he needed to adjust his perceptions. These weren’t mere ghosts—they were a peculiar race, perhaps descendants of demonic immortals.
At the same time, Shi Hao’s mind reeled with shock. The mention of the “Burial Abyss” intrigued him. What was that place? And why would bringing an immortal herb guarantee rewards?
No wonder the old herb had been reluctant to teach him the language—there were secrets here!
While cautiously responding to the Burial Creature, Shi Hao mentally threatened the herb, demanding an explanation about the Burial Abyss and its supposed benefits.
*”Forget it! Don’t even think about it!”* the herb resisted fiercely, unwilling to comply.
Shi Hao’s sharp instincts told him the Burial Abyss was no benevolent place for the herb—it feared and loathed the idea of going there.
*”If you don’t cooperate, we’ll be exposed soon. I can’t even discuss these matters with them—I can’t blend in,”* Shi Hao warned.
*”Fine. But if we proceed, you must grant me absolute freedom to leave at any time. No restrictions—or it’s mutual destruction!”* the herb bargained.
Shi Hao paused, realizing the herb meant their potential journey to the Burial Abyss.
He was stunned. He had no desire to venture into Burial Clan territory—yet now, it seemed he was entangled in something far more troublesome.
*”Don’t worry. I have no interest in this so-called Burial Abyss. I’d rather escape immediately!”* Shi Hao reassured it.
With their agreement settled, the human and the herb finally began working in earnest.
This place was indeed extraordinary—adjacent to an ancient, mysterious black abyss. Even for Burial Creatures, it was an unpredictable and feared domain.
Not even the most ancient Burial Creatures, having lived for eons, fully understood it.
Shi Hao was astonished. In his view, the Burial Creatures dwelling beneath this land were already unfathomably eerie.
Yet now he discovered even they had places they dared not tread. It was unimaginable.
*”The Burial Kings might know, but they never speak of it,”* the old herb muttered.
Today marked another opening of the Burial Abyss, drawing Golden Burial Creatures seeking fortune.
For whenever the abyss opened, treasures, divine materials, and ancient scriptures would emerge. With luck, one could seize them.
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