The Grand Scribe was an excellent Historian.
He should not have mistaken Di Fa's death.
Thus, Di Fa's death itself must have contained extraordinary powers capable of deceiving the Historian who witnessed it.
Once he confirmed that the man before him was the Historian he sought,
he pushed open the inner coffin, then the outer casket.
He emerged from within.
An indescribable horror.
Countless winding patterns sprouted from the shriveled corpse. Only now did Libationer Green Mountain truly frown.
"No, you're not Di Fa. Di Fa was buried, and the history the Grand Scribe witnessed was not wrong.
Di Fa would not look like this, either.
However outrageous or absurd Xia Jie was, he would never have carved so many incantations into his father's body before burying him."
These incantations were not merely ominous.
They were incomprehensible and inexplicable. Their appearance brought a deeply unsettling, evil aura. Under the erosion of another kind of nature, these incantations had already changed from their original forms.
"Corpse, you are no Corpse Demon. You aren't even Di Fa. You are merely a mass of malevolent energy.
But a mass capable of thought, possessing Di Fa's memories."
His conjecture had been overturned. This time, even Libationer Green Mountain felt that things had grown more difficult.
The tombs of every successive ruler of the Xia Dynasty lay hidden within history. Some could not even be found through geomancy.
That was because they did not exist within the normal world. The same was true of Di Fa's corpse. The Grand Scribe could only witness Di Fa's death, not his annihilation.
Therefore, the corpse behind that monstrous face
could only be a mass of malevolent energy.
Surely it could not be Xia Jie.
Xia Jie's end had hardly been a good one. He had died in exile.