Chapter 891: Immortal Body

“There must be ancient freaks in the Burial Realm. If any real treasures are unearthed, conflict is inevitable,” Cao Yusheng judged.

“That thing seems a bit odd, but it likely has no life left. All of you, step back. I’ll go down and take a look,” Shi Hao said.

The others nodded, well aware of Shi Hao’s current strength. After cultivating a strand of immortal energy, he had few rivals in the Immortal Ancient Realm and feared none of those below.

The only ones to be wary of were beings like Ning Chuan or the Ten Crown King—true invincible entities. If they arrived, it would surely herald a great calamity.

“Be careful,” Qing Yi said. She, along with the little rabbit and Cao Yusheng, each kept watch in a different direction, closely monitoring their surroundings.

Shi Hao drew out the Great Luo Immortal Sword and leaped into the depths of the celestial pit. Shadows flickered as figures searched about.

The pit was vast, unimaginably grand, with a base spanning thousands of miles. Piles of bloodstained boulders littered the ground, exuding an aura of solemn slaughter.

*Clang!*

Shi Hao struck with his indestructible sword, his figure instantly vanishing into the earth.

The celestial pit was enormous, and though many had gathered, it was far from crowded. No one paid Shi Hao any mind, each absorbed in their own search.

The underground was riddled with hidden caverns, nearly hollowed out by the crowd. After all, the Six Crown King had once retrieved an immortal’s hand bone here. Others clung to hope—what if they found another part?

Shi Hao took a deep breath. By the time he reached the deeper underground, he was alone. He channeled divine power into his sword, and in an instant, it erupted with dazzling radiance, blindingly brilliant.

Even from the depths, those above the celestial pit were startled, witnessing astonishing light spill from the fissures below, resplendent and dazzling.

“Heavens, could an immortal treasure be emerging?”

“Such brilliance! Is someone wielding a forbidden artifact, or has an immortal relic appeared below?”

A chorus of exclamations rose, all shocked.

Had they seen the scene deep underground, their astonishment would have multiplied tenfold—the radiance was too intense to behold directly.

Shi Hao, upside down, gripped his sword with both hands, transforming into an undying sun. His blazing sword light tore through all obstacles as he plunged toward the earth’s core at breakneck speed.

His velocity was staggering—body and sword merged into a single, unstoppable arc, piercing through layers of earth. No boulder or metal fragment could hinder him.

Along the way, he glimpsed divine materials and ancient, shattered weapons, still glowing faintly. Yet he did not pause, his goal clear: the depths below.

As he descended, those divine materials and ancient weapons were pulverized by his supreme sword—nothing could withstand its edge!

Misty light scattered, and the humanoid figure on the sword grew clearer, wreathed in radiant rain, as if transcending mortality—vivid and lifelike!

Shi Hao had no intention of leaving traces of his sword’s passage. With a gentle tremor, he caused the blade to shudder, not merely piercing a tunnel but blasting open a broad path.

A massive chasm formed in his wake as he dove downward, the surrounding earth cracking and spreading.

This land had been soaked in the blood of ancient beings, making it incredibly hard. Ordinarily, shattering boulders or soil layers would be impossible—otherwise, it would have been overturned long ago.

Yet now, Shi Hao’s sword light streaked like a rainbow, cleaving straight into the deepest depths!

“Here we are!”

Shi Hao’s heart stirred as he slowed. With each tremor of his sword, he arrived at his destination.

A thick layer of bluestone blocked his path. Shi Hao knew this was the stone chamber—cutting through it would reveal the radiant being below.

“There’s vigorous vitality, a powerful life essence, but he should be dead,” Shi Hao murmured to himself.

He cleared the surrounding stone, reducing it to dust and sweeping it aside, revealing an ancient stone hall.

Though small, it carried an imposing aura—a sacred presence from the previous era.

*Hiss!*

Shi Hao’s breath caught. Upon closer inspection, he spotted a faint handprint on the hall’s surface—blurred yet terrifying.

At that moment, the flame within him emerged, illuminating the supreme Dao contained within that handprint.

And in that instant, Shi Hao glimpsed a bizarre vision!

Beyond the heavens, a palm descended, wreathed in immortal light, striking the earth. The ground remained unmoved, yet a handprint appeared on the stone hall.

Then, the being within the chamber roared in defiance, light rain erupting in abundance.

Shi Hao’s expression turned grave. This must have happened eons ago. Carefully, he wielded the Great Luo Immortal Sword, cleaving open the chamber to reveal the truth within.

“Is that… an immortal’s body?!” Even with his Heavenly Eye, he was stunned.

The stone hall shattered effortlessly. Its ancient restrictions and materials had long decayed, its Dao patterns crushed by that handprint.

Inside, the light was dazzling, the aura of life overwhelming.

A humanoid figure lay on the ground, motionless, enveloped in radiant brilliance.

Shi Hao’s heart pounded. Without hesitation, he shot upward, retreating lest the light rain trigger some calamity.

When he emerged, the celestial pit was already abuzz. Many peered downward as holy light rain surged from below, so resplendent it seemed someone was ascending to immortality.

All knew something extraordinary had been unearthed—something tied to the immortals!

“Heavens, is that an immortal’s body?!” Many trembled with excitement.

Shi Hao had already emerged, finding no weapons, no legacy, not even immortal Dao symbols on the supposed immortal corpse.

Frowning, he stood apart from the crowd before ascending to the pit’s rim, rejoining Qing Yi, the little rabbit, and Cao Yusheng.

“Such a treasure! Could it be a complete set of immortal bones?” The little fatty was ecstatic.

After all, the Six Crown King Ning Chuan had only obtained a living hand bone—already considered heaven-defying. If a complete corpse was unearthed here, wouldn’t it be utterly terrifying?

“This body has issues. The supreme immortal Dao runes have been erased,” Shi Hao muttered, having sensed it below.

Now, many rushed toward the pit’s depths, peering downward. Some couldn’t resist diving in, eager to seize the immortal corpse.

“Even if it’s flawed, it’s still an unparalleled opportunity. It’s an immortal’s body—we can’t let them take it!” The little fatty fretted.

“Wait. I fear something strange might happen,” Shi Hao said. After his experience on the black ancient ship, he was deeply wary of such supreme beings.

Even a corpse shouldn’t be touched lightly.

*Ah—!*

Suddenly, screams erupted. A group of beings inside the stone chamber were crushed into bloody pulp, their forms and spirits annihilated.

Another crowd, standing farther away, was struck by a mysterious force, their bodies cracking as they plummeted, shrieking.

“What happened?!”

“Someone tried to carry the immortal corpse and triggered an overwhelming power!”

Chaos and panic spread below.

Hundreds of beings scrambled upward, pale-faced. They were fortunate not to have entered the chamber—otherwise, they too would have been reduced to pulp.

That power was too immense, far beyond what ordinary deities could withstand.

And this was merely a ripple from the corpse, a backlash from being disturbed. If it were alive, how terrifying would it be?

Now, Qing Yi and the little rabbit also saw the immortal corpse lying in the chamber, encased in a viscous fluid, radiating countless rays of light.

It had no flesh—only a skeleton of jade-like purity, bathed in fragrant, nectar-like fluid.

“The flesh has rotted away, leaving only bones. No runes are visible,” the little fatty muttered, frowning.

“There’s a faint handprint on the bones,” Shi Hao said, pointing to the chest where a blurred mark flickered.

Suddenly, many shuddered, as if hearing battle cries and witnessing a strange scene.

Beyond the heavens, a palm descended, wreathed in endless immortal light, striking the earth without raising dust. Yet below, in a stone chamber, a mighty being roared in defiance.

*Thud!*

The being collapsed, lifeless.

Meanwhile, the hand in the sky was severed by some inexplicable rule, plummeting into the earth’s depths.

Faintly, they saw immortal blood splatter into the cosmos, piercing dozens—no, hundreds—of stars, dimming that stretch of the sky.

All shuddered, awestruck. Was this what had transpired in the past?

Now, they understood why the hand bone Ning Chuan obtained was buried here—and why the being in the chamber had perished. The two were connected.

“No eerie black mist or gray qi—no signs of corruption.” Relieved, Shi Hao descended once more.

Silently, he reached the stone chamber, sitting cross-legged in a corner where those above couldn’t see him. He meditated, attuning himself to the light rain.

*Hmm?*

Shi Hao trembled. The strand of immortal energy within him seemed nourished, growing clearer, wreathed in light rain as it absorbed the immortal Dao essence here!

“So refreshing!” Shi Hao couldn’t help but murmur. This place could solidify his immortal Dao foundation.

In no time, his immortal energy thickened slightly, brimming with even more immortal charm. His entire being was being baptized, suffused with unparalleled comfort.

“Cultivating here would be an unimaginable fortune!” Shi Hao’s heart raced.

“All of you, disperse.” A voice, cold and devoid of human emotion, rang out at the celestial pit’s edge.

Many beings—elites of various clans—turned to look.

A young man approached, gripping a dark-red halberd, its blade dripping blood. A murderous aura, enough to shock the world, radiated from him, making all tremble.

Who was this? Terror gripped the crowd.

Over a thousand experts stood at the pit’s base, with even more in the distance. All were stunned by this chilling killing intent—as if that halberd had slaughtered countless lives.

“He’s the younger brother of the Heavenly Nation’s strongest heir—the second greatest assassin of their younger generation, second only to his elder brother!”

Gasps spread through the crowd, spines chilling.

The Heavenly Nation was reputedly the most fearsome organization in the Upper Realm. Once they marked someone, no amount of power could save them from their relentless assassinations.

This generation’s top assassin rivaled the best disciples of the Immortal Palace and the Fallen God Ridge in raw strength—absurdly powerful, with an invincible bearing.

And his true expertise lay in assassination—striking from the shadows, never playing by the rules.

Thus, the Heavenly Nation’s top heir was arguably the most dangerous figure among the younger generation. With his strength and mastery of assassination, who would dare provoke him?

This man, Blood Halberd, was his younger brother—the second greatest assassin. Surely, he wasn’t far behind. No wonder fear gripped the crowd.

“Your Heavenly Nation is formidable, but this immortal corpse wasn’t discovered by you. Why drive everyone away to claim it alone?”

Someone protested in secret, urging the crowd to unite against him.

“Did you take my words as wind past your ears?” Blood Halberd sneered, vanishing on the spot.

*Thud!*

Among the crowd, a horned humanoid’s eyes widened in horror and disbelief as his head flew off, blood spraying. His headless corpse crumpled.

In a flash, Blood Halberd reappeared in his original spot, the dark-red halberd dripping blood, his expression chillingly indifferent.

“I’ll say it once more: disperse. My Heavenly Nation has arrived. We’ll be cultivating here,” Blood Halberd said casually.

At the pit’s edge, many seethed silently, not daring to speak up.

In the distance, the little rabbit fumed. “So arrogant! Shi Hao discovered and unearthed this. How dare he act so high-handed?”

Not that she worried for Shi Hao—he was strong and already below.

“Truly overbearing. Isn’t he an assassin? To show himself so brazenly is outrageous,” Qing Yi remarked.

“He’s just relying on his elder brother, the so-called top assassin,” the little rabbit grumbled.

Cao Yusheng’s expression was grave as he scanned the surroundings. “The Heavenly Nation’s top assassin is feared even by ancient freaks. That man is too dangerous.”

He suspected the man might already be nearby, with the Heavenly Nation aiming to claim this place.

“No matter. Shi Hao will cut him down later!” The Divine Striking Stone had faith in Shi Hao.

“That’s not the worst. Rumor has it the Heavenly Nation also has an ancient freak—utterly terrifying. Even Ning Chuan and the Ten Crown King would be on guard if he targeted someone,” Cao Yusheng said.

“If such a person exists, it’s truly dire—too horrifying!” Qing Yi paled.

“Did you not hear me?” Blood Halberd’s voice turned icy before he vanished again.

*Thud! Thud! Thud!*

Screams filled the pit as heads rolled, foreheads exploding, corpses piling up.

Many retreated, their skin crawling.

“As allies, we too have a share in this fortune,” another voice interjected.

A silver cat, just over half a meter long, sauntered forth lazily. Its fur gleamed like satin as it treaded the void with feline grace.

“Still here? Waiting to be slaughtered?” The silver cat eyed the crowd before swiping a paw—its body emitting wisps of chaotic mist, stunning all.

*Boom!*

In that instant, a group was torn apart by a massive silver paw, reduced to bloody mist.

“Scram! And you in the stone chamber—come up now if you value your life,” the cat drawled.

This… was this an ancient freak’s pet? Its power was overwhelming.

“That’s a cat raised by an ancient freak. Its strength is peerless—it’s entered Immortal Ancient multiple times,” someone whispered.