"What kind of technique is this?!"
Five hundred years later, outside the same ancient hall, more majestic than the stars, in the same boundless Netherworld, a great bow shaped like a True Dragon hovered in the void. The Corpse Emperor's divine sense clung to it, utterly stunned.
Before him, nether death energy surged skyward, drawn ceaselessly out of the Netherworld. The pitch-black aura of death transformed into countless rivers spanning the heavens, pouring into the sky at an unimaginable speed.
Five hundred years had passed, and the hall seemed to have undergone some fundamental transformation. Heaven only knew how much death energy it had absorbed. Its imposing power had grown so intense that a single glance chilled the Corpse Emperor to the bone.
The hall's original Imperial Dao formation patterns had long since been erased, replaced by densely packed, profound engravings. Beyond the nether gloom and death, there was also a vitality born from death's evolution to its ultimate extreme. Great death became great life, unfathomable in its profundity.
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The Corpse Emperor could no longer fathom the character for "burial," thousands of miles tall, emblazoned upon the hall. Baptized by the great Daos of burial and death for five hundred years, it was no longer even sinister. Instead, it radiated a strange, inscrutable sanctity, steeped in a profound demonic allure that enticed living beings' Primordial Spirits to sink into reincarnation.
Of course, what frightened the Corpse Emperor even more was the man seated on the nether imperial throne at the very top of the hall. He had become the absolute center of the entire Underworld star domain, standing above all Daos. A single glance from him could tear the Netherworld apart.
Over these five hundred years, he had truly witnessed this man's methods. Just as with the Netherworld Venerable of old, the Corpse Emperor could not begin to discern his limits.
"It truly deserves to be called an epoch's burial pit!"
Suddenly, a man's deep voice sounded beside the Corpse Emperor's ear. At the heart of the countless converging rivers of death, the powerfully built man with sharply sculpted features had risen from his imperial throne at some point, then stepped over to the Corpse Emperor's bow.
Five hundred years had naturally left no trace upon the man. The silver robe originally woven from moonlight essence had vanished, replaced by an ink-black imperial battle skirt woven from the deepest death itself. It resembled a sunken universe, its designs and runes seeming to recount the ultimate truths of life and death.
"Burial Emperor!"
The Corpse Emperor nodded to Yuangeng. Without even realizing it, his attitude toward Yuangeng carried an unusual trace of deference. That respect came from his heart, just as it had when he faced the Netherworld Venerable long ago.
"Fellow Daoist, you actually kept watch here for five hundred years. It seems you truly have lifespan to spare."
Yuangeng nodded. He
knew that the three venerables-Rebirth, Yama, and Prison-Suppressing-had all returned to their slumber. Compared with those three, the Corpse Emperor's blood vitality was far more abundant. He had severed himself while his vitality was still plentiful, and his considerable insights into the path of longevity allowed him to minimize the loss of his lifespan.
"Just tell me a few secrets from ancient times, Fellow Daoist Burial Emperor. I am very interested in this burial pit," the Corpse Emperor said softly.
"I have yet to see through it completely myself. This Epoch Burial Pit is far from simple. It did not merely bury the war and turmoil at the end of the Chaotic Ancient Era. It may have buried the entire Chaotic Ancient Era. There are too many remains within it, and they come from different ages," Yuangeng said, shaking his head.
With his abilities in the extreme Dao realm, he had frantically drawn death energy from the Netherworld beneath his feet for five hundred years. Yet it had not affected this Epoch Burial Pit in the slightest. It was like removing a pebble from a mountain, without shaking its foundations at all.
Moreover, in the deepest reaches of the burial pit, he had seen shattered bones that seemed to belong to a Beast of Time. That was the name of the Red King's race, found only in the Foreign Realm. Now buried in the pit, those bones might have dated back to the beginning of the Chaotic Ancient Era.
All these discoveries greatly excited Yuangeng. He could hardly wait to continue exploring the burial pit beneath his feet. Something that had buried an entire era could reveal many secrets hidden in history.
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"The Netherworld Venerable once said that I, too, was dug out of this Netherworld."
The Corpse Emperor nodded. He knew a great deal about his origins and understood deeply that his very existence was a miracle of reincarnation. That was why he had always harbored an obsession with his former self.
"No matter. I'll dig up a few more ancient corpses later. When they awaken their spirits in the future, they can keep you company," Yuangeng said casually.
He paid the Corpse Emperor no further attention and strode toward the great hall he had just reforged. These two ancient halls no longer bore any trace of the two former supreme beings. Baptized anew by Yuangeng's Burial Method, they could now be called the Burial Emperor Hall.
He surveyed the great hall with satisfaction. Its original materials had already been quite good. After five hundred years of his meticulous refinement, it was now no less formidable than a flawless Emperor Weapon. The Burial Dao formation patterns upon it nurtured death and gestated life, possessing many wondrous uses.
"Activate the formation!"
With that thought, Yuangeng suddenly spread his arms and uttered a mighty invocation. Centered upon the nether imperial throne and the character for burial, brilliant extreme Dao radiance lit up the entire Burial Emperor Hall as every formation pattern activated.
The Burial Method was, after all, a method created for cultivators known as burial cultivators. Death was the foundation of this great method, but not its end. The evolution of the Dao followed the principle that anything pushed to its extreme must reverse-in other words, the ultimate extreme of death was life.
Boom!
When the runes upon the Burial Emperor Hall evolved to their utmost, the Corpse Emperor in the distance suddenly sensed a rich vitality arising within it. It was like a tender sprout suddenly emerging in a desert stretching trillions of miles. Precious though it was, it was also deeply uncanny.
Yet a satisfied smile appeared on Yuangeng's face. He waved his hand, and a great golden bell appeared high in the sky. The bell towered majestically, waves of brilliant immortal Dao power rippling out from it and making every law of the Netherworld tremble.
Then Yuangeng formed a hand seal and cast a rune into the void. An illusory doorway immediately opened before the great bell, and five-colored heavenly light illuminated the sky, making even the Corpse Emperor's heart quiver.
That was the Immortal Bell and... the Undying Heavenly Emperor?!
As an old fellow who had emerged as far back as the Mythological Era, the Corpse Emperor had naturally seen that Immortal Artifact, rooted in the universe's very origins. It had once been the lifeblood of the Kunlun Tribe, something beyond the limits of the human Dao, something that could stir greed even in Emperor Venerable.
But what truly shocked the Corpse Emperor was the five-colored heavenly light falling from the Immortal Bell. It was an immortal bird-or rather, the corpse of a five-colored immortal phoenix!
The Corpse Emperor swore he would never forget that five-colored phoenix. At the height of the Heavenly Court's glory, this five-colored immortal phoenix had been Emperor Venerable's proudest successor, his status no lower than that of the First Divine General serving beneath Emperor Venerable. When the Heavenly Court fell, this five-colored immortal phoenix had wielded that very Immortal Bell and personally dealt Emperor Venerable the heaviest blow!
But now, that dazzling five-colored immortal phoenix had become a corpse, which Yuangeng buried beneath the Burial Emperor Hall. Flourishing vitality and vast death energy instantly engulfed his corpse. Life and death were harmonized so perfectly that even the Corpse Emperor was somewhat entranced.
"An immortal phoenix undergoes nirvana. I don't believe the little phoenix is truly dead. I'll help nurture another self within his corpse.
"If the little phoenix has a chance to return someday and sees a completely different 'self,' I wonder how he'll feel."
The Corpse Emperor heard Yuangeng's murmurs. There was a note of anticipation in his voice, anticipation for the day a certain Five-Colored Heavenly Phoenix returned through nirvana.
"Burial Emperor, this..."
For a moment, light flickered unsteadily upon the True Dragon-shaped bow. The Corpse Emperor was tongue-tied, unable to find anything to say.
"You may not know this, Fellow Daoist, but in my wife's homeland, there is a very famous chicken farmer."
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Seeing his reaction, Yuangeng smiled. He seemed to recall some wonderful memories. With his hands on his hips, he watched the Undying Heavenly Emperor's five-colored immortal phoenix body being buried beneath the Burial Emperor Hall, his voice filled with anticipation.
"My wife and I both dream of raising chickens."
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