?Chapter 908: Volume 6 Heavenly Skill Spiritual Treasure Chapter 905 Three Corpses Chapter 908: Volume 6 Heavenly Skill Spiritual Treasure Chapter 905 Three Corpses Jin Yuan, upon hearing this, still harbored some doubts in his heart, but it was no longer appropriate to inquire further.


    Thus, after a brief chat with Han Li, he stood up and took his leave.


    Watching the figure of the other party push open the door of the stone house and leave, the smile gradually faded from Han Li’s face, revealing a trace of somberness.


    After a long while, he suddenly took out that jade box again and opened the lid, staring at the object within without uttering a word.


    “How come, you’re actually considering exploring that ancient tomb?” Monarch Great Development’s indifferent voice came through the Divine Sense.


    “Of course not.


    Although I don’t know how much of what that person just said is credible.


    I’m not a novice who has just left the confines of my home.


    Why would I take such a risk?


    However, I am indeed curious about the imperial tomb.


    Perhaps after I have recovered all my cultivation, I may explore it.


    But clearly, that person bore no good intentions toward me.


    Friendship at first sight, candid revelation?


    Does he really think I’m a three-year-old child?


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    An old fellow who has lived for so many years wouldn’t easily disclose such secretive matters to others, let alone a stranger they have just met.


    Such eager attentiveness must mean he is up to no good, either a swindler or a thief!” Han Li revealed a trace of a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, speaking nonchalantly.


    “That is also true.


    However, if it were those young fellows who have just started out, they are the easiest to be deceived by such people.


    They might think the other party has confided in them and drop their guard easily.


    In the future, they might be sold and not even realize it.


    Thinking back, I also…” Monarch Great Development sighed, his voice becoming low as he spoke of his own past, before abruptly stopping.


    “Oh, has senior also been deceived by such tactics in the past?” Han Li was startled and let out a light chuckle.


    “Hmph!


    I was young once too, there’s nothing strange about being deceived.” Monarch Great Development snorted a few times, his tone somewhat embarrassed.


    “Alright, I won’t pry into the embarrassing past of the senior.


    However, this object has even aroused the interest of the Weeping Soul Beast.


    It seems to be quite peculiar!” Han Li’s expression became serious and, with a single slap of his hand on his spirit beast pouch, a beam of black light shot out from the pouch and landed on the table, transforming into a tiny monkey only an inch high, with sleek and glossy black fur.


    As soon as the monkey appeared, it sniffed lightly with its nose a few times, its gaze immediately settling on the golden bubble, showing a hint of hesitation.


    Han Li watched the Weeping Soul Beast curiously, remaining silent and communicating intensely with the creature.


    From the sensations transmitted through the spiritual sense, the Weeping Soul Beast seemed to hold a bit of fear toward the golden bubble.


    Yet the intense eagerness that also existed within it, what was that about?


    Han Li had yet to figure it out when suddenly a black ghostly aura emanated from the body of the Weeping Soul Beast.


    With a leap, it plunged headfirst into the golden bubble.


    Following that, the surface of the bubble shone brilliantly, and strands of grey flames sprouted out of thin air, enveloping the beast within.


    The Weeping Soul Beast showed an expression of agony, continuously emitting pitch-black ghostly aura interweaving with the grey flames, its form motionless within the golden bubble.


    Han Li knitted his brows tightly!


    Although he did not know what was happening, it was clear the Weeping Soul Beast didn’t look like it could come out anytime soon-it seemed to be using the grey flames for its own cultivation.


    What made him wonder was that the very moment the flames appeared, the golden bubble unexpectedly became filled with spiritual energy, dispersing astonishing spiritual ripples as if out of nowhere.


    “Wait!


    This scene, it seems familiar; I should have a recollection of it,” Monarch Great Development suddenly exclaimed in Divine Sense, seemingly recalling something.


    “Senior, have you remembered something?” Han Li asked, surprised.


    “Let me think!


    It seems like it was a long time ago,” Monarch Great Development’s voice turned grave.


    Hearing the other party’s words, Han Li refrained from pressing any further and quietly watched the Weeping Soul Beast within the golden bubble, also deep in thought.


    After quite a while, Monarch Great Development’s voice came through again.


    “I remember now.


    Many years ago during my travels, I once saw this object on a Corpse King that had lived for ten thousand years.


    It seemed that, in life, that Corpse King was a Buddhist High Monk and, after becoming a Corpse King, refined his Buddha Relic into an extremely formidable protective relic, which was very powerful.


    Once released outside the body, it was nearly impervious to attack within a short period, and I myself had suffered a great loss from it.


    But that was long ago.


    Moreover, the protective relic released by that Corpse King was silver, so I didn’t recall it at once.


    Such items should have been hidden within the body of the Corpse King.


    How it ended up in the hands of Jin Yuan, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, is puzzling,” Monarch Great Development spoke, filled with astonishment.


    “Even you have suffered greatly from it!


    Then this object truly is powerful indeed, a veritable treasure.


    Regardless of how that person obtained it, what matters now is whether the Weeping Soul Beast is in any danger,” Han Li’s expression first showed concern, but he still worriedly asked.


    “Haven’t you realized yet?


    Your spirit beast is absorbing the Corpsefire from the Buddha Relic.


    It seems not only are you a peculiar individual, but even your spirit beasts are extraordinarily strange-having one that can specifically suppress devils.


    In all my years, I’ve never heard of such a thing as a Weeping Soul Beast,” Monarch Great Development murmured.


    “Absorb Corpse Flames?”


    Upon closer inspection, Han Li realized that the ghostly aura emitted by the Weeping Soul Beast was indeed slowly devouring the gray flames.


    He felt a sense of relief but couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly when he heard what Monarch Great Development said next.


    “To be honest, this thing has deviated greatly from its original nurturing method.


    After evolving several times, it’s hard to say whether it’s still a Weeping Soul Beast.”


    “Oh, this creature has become a variant Spirit Beast.


    No wonder there’s a demon ghost pattern on its back.


    These Corpse Flames have turned gray-white and are definitely pure Heavenwide Corpsefire that has accumulated for over ten thousand years.


    Any ordinary cultivator or Spirit Beast would perish upon contact.


    Yet this Spirit Beast dares to devour it; truly, it is quite extraordinary.


    However, this treasure seems not to be fully refined yet and has not recognized a master.


    Otherwise, once the spiritual sense of the Corpse Kings who refined it is stirred, it would immediately fly back even from tens of thousands of miles away.


    This is quite strange,” commented Monarch Great Development with evident amazement.


    “Not recognized a master yet!


    You’re saying, once the Corpse Flames are fully absorbed by the Weeping Soul Beast, I’ll inadvertently acquire a treasure.


    Tsk tsk, I didn’t expect to obtain a Buddhist treasure before acquiring the Buddhist cultivation technique.


    I’m really curious to see just how miraculous the golden light barrier transformed from the Shariputra can be.” After a moment of silence, Han Li suddenly burst into laughter…


    “It’s not Shariputra; it’s Vajra Relic.


    Most Shariputra are white with other colors being rare.


    Only those of golden color can be called Vajra Relic.


    It’s a very rare type among Shariputra.


    Any cultivator who refines such Vajra Relics typically assumes the role of a Vajra Guardian within Buddhism, holding an extremely special status.


    It’s somewhat similar to the position of a Law Enforcement Elder in other sects,” Monarch Great Development explained with a sigh.


    “So, you’re saying that the protective barrier transformed from this kind of relic should be even more powerful than the one you’ve shown me before,” Han Li asked, his eyes flickering with curiosity.


    “It should be.


    After all, the reputation of Vajra Relic is well-established within Buddhism.


    However, I haven’t really compared them, so I can’t say for sure,” the voice of Monarch Great Development wavered, his certainty faltering.


    Han Li smiled and was just about to say something more when he suddenly noticed that the golden bubble on the stone table trembled.


    A grain-sized green light shot out from it and raced toward the ceiling of the stone chamber.


    Han Li was startled.


    He focused on the green light, and his contemplative spiritual sense coalesced.


    Instantly, as if the green light had hit something, it stumbled and was bounced back from midair.


    It was the wall formed by Han Li’s Spiritual Sense Formation.


    At that moment, the Weeping Soul Beast snorted through its nose, and a glimmer of light shot up from below, swiftly wrapping around the green light and pulling it back into the golden bubble before swallowing it into its belly.


    Han Li’s brows furrowed tightly as he stared at the golden bubble, a guess forming in his mind…


    …


    Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in a tomb chamber, three stone coffins were aligned side by side.


    This chamber was exceptionally vast, spanning over a hundred feet across.


    Not only were the walls carved with numerous murals from ancient times, but in each corner of the chamber stood a large bronze cauldron, within which a cluster of green flames blazed furiously, casting a dim and gloomy light throughout the space.


    Suddenly, from one of the stone coffins on the left came a painful cry.


    Following this with a loud “bang,” the thick lid was flung up high into the air and then crashed down heavily.


    Swirling black mist enveloped the figure as a tall shadow abruptly stood up from the stone coffin.


    “What happened, my son?


    Why are you so angry?” came a middle-aged man’s voice from the center coffin, deep and sonorous with a naturally commanding tone.


    “My…


    my…


    part…


    of spirit…


    is gone!” the tall shadow in the black mist roared a few times in a halting tone, like a parrot mimicking speech.


    “The part of your spirit is gone?


    Did someone discover and capture the avatar you sent out?


    No matter, this is not something to fuss over.


    This bit of your spirit will soon be restored once you continue practicing the Nether River Heavenly Corpse Decree passed down by your father.


    There’s no need for such rage.


    You still can’t control your disposition properly,” came a sweet and incredibly pleasant female voice from another smaller coffin, speaking in a leisurely manner.


    “But…


    but…


    my…


    Vajra…


    Barrier!” The tall shadow pounded his chest a couple of times, still looking agitatedly around as he grunted.


    “Vajra Barrier?


    You mean the one I helped refine for you the last time I awoke, which was made from the Buddha Relic of an old monk I vanquished?


    I had already refined most of it for you.


    How come you still haven’t made it recognize you as its master?” The middle-aged man’s voice grew colder and sharper.


    “I…” The shadow in the black mist appeared panic-stricken upon hearing this and seemed unsure of what to say.


    “Your Majesty, it’s not our son’s fault.


    He has told me about it,” the smaller coffin also made a creaking noise, and the lid was shifted aside to reveal an elegant and graceful figure sitting up, though her face remained indistinct due to the chamber’s darkness.


    “What’s really going on?


    Consort, please clarify this for me.


    That Vajra Barrier is a rare and precious treasure.


    I entrusted it to our son because his mana was still weak, for his protection.


    Otherwise, I would have refined it for myself long ago,” the middle-aged man’s voice softened somewhat, as he asked for an explanation.


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