Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 1080 Remains

The two exchanged a glance, a resolute glint in their eyes.

They walked quickly to the inconspicuous, slightly raised mound that blended almost into the surrounding gray-black earth—the very place where Zhao Lang's remains were hastily buried.

Chen Jing made hand seals and chanted incantations. A pale yellow spiritual light shot out from his fingertips and disappeared into the ground.

The mound trembled slightly, and the surface dust automatically parted to the sides, revealing Zhao Lang's already cold, stiff, and lifeless remains underneath.

Upon seeing the corpse, a flicker of struggle crossed Sun Hao's eyes, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the will to survive... He licked his chapped lips and whispered, "Intact! Brother Chen, as agreed before?"

“Of course.” Chen Jing nodded. “The physical body belongs to me, and the grotto-heaven belongs to you. Let’s get started; this place is not safe to stay any longer!”

Without further hesitation, Sun Hao pressed his five fingers, which were like hooks, with sharp golden light gathering at their tips, onto Zhao Lang's lower abdomen, specifically the dantian area.

As the golden light pulsed, it silently pierced through the skin and flesh of the abdomen, which had lost its magical protection, and precisely probed into the dantian, the location of the dantian.

A moment later, he withdrew his hand, and a fist-sized grayish-white bead appeared in his palm—it was the inner cave left behind by Zhao Lang after his death.

"It's done!" Sun Hao grabbed the gray-white bead, feeling the residual energy within it, and his face revealed an uncontrollable joy.

Chen Jing said excitedly, "With this relatively intact Cave Heaven Realm body, I can refine enough blood essence to last me for at least ten years! Enough to withstand the attacks of the Void Demons during this period!"

“My cave is not bad either. Although it is somewhat dilapidated, it can at least be used to refine a few elixirs that can replenish true essence… It’s a pity that this matter cannot be made public, so I can’t go to Yue Liusu to refine them, which inevitably wastes a lot of medicinal power,” Sun Hao said with a regretful expression.

Guo Tingshu's eyes were already blazing with fury, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked: "Bastards! Beasts! They...they actually came to dig up the corpse! Fellow Daoist Zhao is already dead and his cultivation has vanished, yet they won't even leave his bones behind! They're worse than animals! Brother Jing, let me go! We can't let Fellow Daoist Zhao not rest in peace even in death!"

He was about to rush out when Jing Yu firmly held his shoulder with one hand.

"Big Fool Tree, calm down." Jing Yu's voice was calm and even, as if what she had just witnessed was not a despicable act of digging up graves and stealing corpses, but just two ants carrying food by the roadside.

Luo Zixuan's face also turned pale, her eyes filled with shock and disgust: "The [Zixia Sect] and [Qingyang Mountain] both belong to the orthodox sects, and these two Golden Immortal disciples have always had good reputations, so why..."

Jing Yu shook her head: "In Guixu, morality has collapsed, so there's no point in talking about it."

"When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; all that's left is a shell, a lump of rotten flesh... In a place like Guixu, anything that might contain energy will be coveted... Zhao Lang's remains are a life-saving elixir for someone who is running out of supplies and struggling to survive."

"You can stop these two, even kill them, and reclaim the remains. But can you stop everyone?"

"Zhao Lang's remains cannot be preserved... Even without these two, others will come to dig up the grave, it's only a matter of time."

Guo Tingshu angrily said, "Then I'll take Fellow Daoist Zhao's remains with me! Let them get nothing!"

“You can take Zhao Lang’s remains away, but you can’t take anyone else’s remains away.”

Jing Yu said indifferently, "People will keep dying. People will keep dying. Their remains may not even go through the proper burial process. They'll just be divided up. Can you control that?"

Luo Zixuan took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and looked at Jing Yu with a more complicated expression: "So... Fellow Daoist Xuanjing, you had already anticipated that someone would come to steal the remains? You made us wait here to 'observe fate' so that we could witness this scene with our own eyes?"

"That's it."

Jing Yu said calmly, "I thought it would be the demon race that came, but I didn't expect that two human cultivators would get there first."

"Remember these two people. They were the first to cross the line, and more and more cultivators will follow suit."

Luo Zixuan bit her lip: "Isn't there any way to stop all of this?"

Jing Yu said bluntly, "Unless we can find a way out of the Ruins before then."

"Otherwise, none of this could be stopped."

"I will watch over you... right to the very last moment, hoping that fate will be kind to us."

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The Second Heaven of the Immortal Realm, the Immortal Capital Star Region, the Yuwen Family

Li Huaiyou followed a golden-armored warrior who was about ten feet tall as they strolled through the Yuwen family's mansion.

At this moment, Li Huaiyou was holding a wooden tray with a jade box on it, the contents of which were unknown.

They passed through a long corridor, on the walls of which hung rows of gleaming weapons, including swords, axes, halberds... almost every type of weapon was present, which made Li Huaiyou secretly gasp in amazement.

"I've heard that the Heavenly Immortals are fond of collecting all kinds of weapons, and seeing it today, I can confirm that it's true... The key is that all the weapons displayed in this corridor seem to be of high quality, and they're just openly showing them off like this? The Yuwen family is truly wealthy and powerful, probably much richer than ordinary True Immortal families!"

Li Huaiyou thought to himself, "No wonder they look down on the Divine Cauldron Immortal Dynasty and haven't had any contact for tens of thousands of years... I wonder if this token given by the founding emperor can persuade General Yuwen to let me meet the true immortal of the Heavenly Palace."

"Coming."

The two stood before a courtyard gate. The golden-armored warrior in front of Li Huaiyou said in a deep voice, "Originally, a cultivator of your level would never have been able to meet Ancestor Xuandu. However, considering that you are an envoy of the Divine Cauldron Immortal Dynasty and possess the token of Emperor Ying Taizu, you are qualified to pay your respects to the Ancestor."

"Watch your words later. Ancestor Xuandu is second only to the emperor in our Yuwen family. He is also a celestial being. If you anger the ancestor, he may kill you at will. The Divine Cauldron Immortal Dynasty may not dare to say a word."

"Yes, thank you for your trouble, fellow Daoist," Li Huaiyou said in a low voice.

The golden-armored warrior shook his head, flipped his hand, took out a pale gold talisman, and stuck it on the courtyard gate.

Not long after, the entire courtyard gate glowed slightly and suddenly opened inward, revealing a gap large enough for two people to pass through.

"Follow me."

The golden-armored warrior led Li Huaiyou through the courtyard gate, and after passing through several courtyards, they finally arrived at a building that resembled a palace.

Laughter and giggles emanated from within the palace. Li Huaiyou even caught a strong, almost pungent, scent of rouge, which made him slightly uncomfortable.

"Ancestor, an envoy from the Divine Cauldron Immortal Dynasty requests an audience," the golden-armored warrior said respectfully.

"Oh? Let him in." The laughter of the women inside the palace stopped abruptly, replaced by a deep, powerful male voice.

When the golden-armored warrior pushed open the palace gate, the scene before him caused even Li Huaiyou, who possessed the memories of a true immortal spanning millions of years, to be shocked.