"The High Priest is the most mysterious existence of our race.
He has foretold every part of the village's future and has never been wrong."
The middle-aged man replied.
"When your elder brother was buried here, the High Priest once said that his constitution was special. Even if he were truly killed, he could still be revived."
"As long as he is nourished once a year with this Yimu Rebirth Art, he will one day come back to life."
One had to know that everything around this burial mound had been arranged by him.
Even those undead were the middle-aged man's subordinates.
Their sole task in guarding this place was to protect the burial mound and prevent anyone from damaging it.
When the hexagram began to flicker, the middle-aged man swept out a hand.
He immediately threw all the materials he had gathered into it.
These materials shone with treasure light, each carrying a different Great Way Dao Rhyme.
If placed in the outside world, any one of them would be a treasure people dreamed of obtaining.
Among them were Qiye Xuanji Fruits, Tianshan Star Jade Marrow, and the white milk of countless living beings...
No matter which one it was, each was a worldly rarity, a treasure unseen in ten thousand years.
Treasure light surged magnificently, the sound of the Great Way chanted without end, and Golden Lotuses condensed from the void before drifting down.
After entering the hexagram, these treasures poured all their life force into the burial mound.
Only after a long while did the middle-aged man and his family stand up.
The woman took out some pastries and placed them before the burial mound.
She murmured, "These are all the pastries you used to love most. Mother brought them for you."
"I hope you wake up