Boom!
The Black Robed Woman sneered. With a wave of her hand, she sent the menacing Shi Ji Buddha reeling, then tossed the gray wooden box out. It shot like lightning toward Li Qingyun beyond the field.
"Fellow Daoist Qingyun, it believes you are better suited to inherit His relic..."
The woman transmitted her voice, addressing him as an equal.
Only then did Li Qingyun finally confirm that this Black Robed Woman was likely the Empress of Burial!
She had once been the Female Corpse Siming. Having nurtured coffins in the Burial Abyss for many years, she had likely fused with the ancient resentment gathered there, along with some kind of "fortune" left behind by the Yellow Emperor Great Cosmos, and ultimately transformed into the Black Robed Woman before him.
Since she wore a mysterious mask, Li Qingyun could not see her true face and did not know whether she still bore Siming's original features.
He caught the gray box and immediately felt the "Fragrance of a Hundred Herbs" flood every one of his apertures. He also sensed a bloodline resonance with the object within the box, along with faint traces of ancestral yearning.
He became even more certain that this was the eye of Ancient Saint Shen Nong!
Perhaps it was also the last remaining piece of flesh and blood left behind by that ancient saint.
"This fruit belongs to this Buddha. How can I allow it to fall into the hands of a mere three-ring mayfly? Hand it over!"
Seeing the gray wooden box land in Li Qingyun's hands, Shi Ji Buddha immediately tried to charge out of the Muddy Field again. Yet the Empress of Burial coldly entangled Him, and no matter how He roared or made Buddhist light quake, He could not break free for the