"The purpose of the formations the Patriarch laid was to make them utterly lifelike, so even if we want to break through these conjured formations, we have to deal with them as though they were real things. That way, even if someone realizes something is wrong with their surroundings, they'll probably still be fooled by these extremely 'real' imitations," Huang Xiao said.
"You still haven't given me any evidence proving these are fake." The Demon Phoenix could agree with Huang Xiao's words, but Huang Xiao still had not given it any compelling evidence to truly convince it.
"Look at what's underneath." Huang Xiao pointed at the soil left beneath the stone after it exploded.
"What could there be? Isn't it just some broken stone and muck? It stinks," the Demon Phoenix said, somewhat puzzled. But just as it finished speaking, it gave a startled cry. "What's this?"
As it spoke, it swept its wings fiercely, lifting away that patch of soil.
What lay exposed beneath the soil made its eyes widen. "How is that possible? How could he be here? This isn't right!"
"Is this enough evidence?" Huang Xiao asked with a smile.
The Demon Phoenix drew a deep breath. Only after rapidly surveying its surroundings for quite a while did it withdraw its gaze and say, "The surroundings here are completely different from what they were on the fifth day. If I hadn't seen Zhen Heng's corpse, I never would have believed this was where he was buried."
What lay exposed beneath them was Zhen Heng's somewhat decomposed corpse. Originally, Huang Xiao had buried Zhen Heng only because Zhen Heng had taught him the Ghost Spirit Indestructible Art, and he did not want to leave him dead without a burial place.
He had never expected that burial site to