raw and fierce

Lin Fan entered the underground world, where there were two Burial Kings, one of whom was injured—the very person he had previously aided.

“Thank you, Burial King, for your assistance in protecting the millions of living beings at Emperor Pass.”

“It was a minor matter, hardly worth mentioning. Compared to Fellow Daoist slaying Qu Chong, what I did is nothing,” Burial King Huo Heng said.

His Dao Land bordered the desolate frontier. That day, when the golden gourd descended, it was shattered into pieces, and he himself almost perished.

If Lin Fan had not intervened and killed Qu Chong, this realm would have paid an even greater price to repel the enemy.

Therefore, the Burial King protecting the beings at Emperor Pass was considered repaying a Karma.

“I have a matter I wish to trouble Fellow Daoist with: to bury two incomplete bodies in the Burial Land, hoping they may one day revive.”

Lin Fan stated his purpose, and with a sweep of his sleeve, the remains of a man and a dog appeared. Both had fatal head injuries, with almost no trace of their Primordial Spirits left.

“This is easy!” Burial King Huo Heng immediately summoned his subordinates to bury the man and the dog in the myriad things soil using a secret method unique to the Burial Zone.

However, he could not guarantee whether the man and the dog could transform into Burial Warriors, how long it would take, or in which epoch they would awaken.

There was no other way; the Primordial Spirits in both corpses had been extinguished too thoroughly. Even an Immortal King employing a great method could only gather a portion of their imprints.

“No matter, as long as there’s hope.” Lin Fan was not anxious. Being buried in the Burial Land might even be an Opportunity for Cao Yusheng and the Big Black Dog.

These two mischievous fellows were very special, naturally suited to the path of Burial Warriors, requiring themselves to be buried generation after generation to eventually transform into Immortals.

“Fellow Daoist truly possesses immense Divine Ability, killing Qu Chong, defeating Kun Di, and even felling the World Tree of the foreign realm—this is unique in history.”

Another Burial King, Han Zhuo, who was the master of this place, was deeply moved after hearing of Lin Fan’s achievements in recent days.

A young man who had cultivated for less than five hundred thousand years already possessed such strength, truly making all the old Seniors feel ashamed.

“It is the pressure of the times; I have no choice but to be this way. If there were a peaceful environment, who would wish to Break through amidst life and death?”

Lin Fan was very calm.

“Whoosh!”

Just as the few of them were conversing, a streak of light flashed by, radiating oppressive Immortal Spiritual Qi, accompanied by the fragrance of longevity medicine.

“This medicine…” Lin Fan furrowed his brow, staring at a small tree not far away. It was too divine and extraordinary, unlike any other.

It was only a foot tall, enveloped in a white mist, hazy and indistinct, with branches sparkling like stars.

Most miraculously, the small tree bore three flowers in total, constantly changing.

The first flower on the left transformed into a rain of light, leaving the tree body, and finally becoming a fist-sized miniature person, comprehending the Dao beneath the tree.

Next, the middle one chimed with a 'dang' sound, as if a bell or cauldron was ringing, then it too transformed into a shower of light and left the tree body.

One could see this flower sometimes resembling a bell, sometimes a pagoda, and sometimes a cauldron… constantly changing forms.

In the end, the weapon formed by the flower was enveloped in radiant light, floating above the miniature person’s head, truly extraordinary.

And the third flower, though without many changes, flowed with essence like a torrent, falling onto the miniature person and the weapon, tempering them.

This was too miraculous!

Lin Fan was moved, murmuring, “Could it be that medicine…”

“That’s right, in your realm, it can be called the First Spiritual Root, but among the myriad heavens, it can be called the Second Spiritual Root. Unfortunately, it was split into six parts by someone.”

Han Zhuo, as a Burial King, also showed a hint of a bitter smile at this moment, feeling helpless, saying that someone had plotted against him.

“Is Fellow Daoist worried about the one who sells fake medicine?” Lin Fan asked.

“You know about that too?” Han Zhuo asked.

Lin Fan nodded. Legend had it that there was once a supreme powerhouse in the world whose body was split into six parts, sealed within six Immortal Medicines.

This person was the one who sold fake medicine. Among Immortal Kings, he was unparalleled in strength, with few rivals, on par with the Butcher and the Chicken Raiser.

“Alas, those who don’t understand this medicine desperately contend for it, but any living being who comprehends it will only steer clear, fearing to incur great Karma.”

Han Zhuo sighed softly, somewhat helpless. He wanted to send this Immortal Medicine away, but out of apprehension, he couldn't forcibly drive it off.

Lin Fan stared at the miniature person beneath the tree, understanding a little more.

It was originally an Immortal Medicine from the Supreme Hall, lost in the Desolate Domain, later making its way to the Upper Realm, and now somehow entering the Burial Ground.

In fact, this medicine was conscious; no one could truly keep it. When it wished to leave, it would simply vanish.

More precisely, the hidden person within was cultivating, engraving the Great Dao of heaven and earth, and would not always remain in one place.

The most terrifying thing was that this being was too strong; it could not be killed. If even one of its six fragmented bodies survived, it could reconstruct its true form.

In Lin Fan's view, this resembled an upgraded technique of the Undying Being's primary and secondary body method from the past; as long as one body remained undying, it could exist forever.

When the final Fusion occurred, the true form would return, and its strength would become even greater.

“The one who sells fake medicine has grand ambitions. Dividing his body into six parts is so that one day he can make a Heaven-Defying return, Break through from King to Emperor!” Huo Heng praised.

But for the other Burial King, Han Zhuo, this was a hot potato, a misfortune rather than a blessing, causing him endless headaches.

Because, in the past, there was a precedent: when the true form of the one who sold fake medicine returned, it would cause immense commotion, potentially destroying the Burial Ground.

As the three spoke, the small tree swayed, flew over, and stopped here. The miniature person's anomaly disappeared, transforming back into three flowers.

Moreover, it came to Lin Fan’s side, as if clinging to him, wanting to follow him.

“I apologize for troubling Fellow Daoist,” Han Zhuo said, expressing regret to Lin Fan, but also a sense of relief.

Because, compared to the secrets of the Burial Ground, it had set its sights on Lin Fan, believing Lin Fan's Dao to be extraordinary and more worthy of inscription and comprehension.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan sneered, saying, “Ridiculous. Daring to scheme against me, even if your true form arrives, we will still have to fight!”

“Fellow Daoist, calm down. This medicine is only one-sixth of its true form. If it cannot be completely annihilated, it cannot be killed, and the repercussions would be endless.”

Huo Heng advised, pointing out that someone had tried this before, resulting in the true form within the medicine emerging, causing great trouble for the attacker.

“This world is balanced. To gain something, one must pay a price. How could there be such a good thing as scheming against me for free?”

Lin Fan’s eyes sparkled. He was quite interested and was also observing the medicine in reverse, wanting to study the methods and Dao of the being within.

Over multiple epochs, this being had traveled through the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, Immortal Domain, Boundary Sea, and other places, inscribing various Dao fruits of the world.

This was to fuse and refine all the myriad Daos of heaven and earth, gathering various Dao principles. The day it succeeded would be when it attempted to Break through the King Realm.

“Interesting, but breaking through from King to Emperor is not that easy!”

Lin Fan grabbed the medicine in his hand, intending to take it back for careful study. If it proved too troublesome, he would simply throw it into the foreign realm to give them a headache.

The two Burial Kings’ expressions changed, and they couldn't help but sigh, this young man was truly incredibly fierce and reckless.

However, they were still worried that if the two powerhouses exchanged blows here, it would undoubtedly be earth-shattering and could shatter the Burial Ground.

“Honestly, if I had encountered this medicine earlier, I would have forced it to reveal itself in the foreign realm this time.”

Lin Fan sneered. By this day, he possessed an invincible conviction; even if the Butcher and the Chicken Raiser came, he would fearlessly fight them!

Finally, he put the medicine into a spatial Magical Artifact, took it away from the Burial Ground, and prepared to study it further.

He felt this medicine was very interesting: three flowers, creating myriad things from three, with infinite creation, making it worth studying.

For a moment, the two Burial Kings gasped, watching the departing figure, then both exhaled in relief as if a great burden had been lifted.