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Chapter 1088 - Chapter 1088 Chapter 690 Are Those Burial Priests Still

Chapter 1088: Chapter 690: Are Those Burial Priests Still Around? Chapter 1088: Chapter 690: Are Those Burial Priests Still Around? With the First Spiritual Root of the Lower World successfully rooting on the shell of the Old White Turtle, three celestial-grade Spirit Plants have now fully taken root on the turtle’s shell.

It’s no exaggeration to say they’re dazzlingly bright.

They shine like three scorching suns, with different Law Orders reflecting off each other, creating a halo that is visible even from afar.

Such a sight is something ordinary people might never encounter, not even once in an era.

But now, the Old White Turtle carries three of them, making it a veritable mobile turtle-shaped treasure trove.

If others were to see this, they would be astounded to the point of disbelief, admiring in awe, grinding their teeth with envy, and then possibly wishing they could tear the Old White Turtle apart and consume its flesh and blood.

Looking closer, the dense Great Taoist Rules on the Old White Turtle’s shell intermingle nearly visibly to the naked eye.

The brilliant radiance bursts forth, forming interconnected pathways, luminous one moment and dim the next, seeming to hide unimaginable cosmic secrets.

Among the three Immortal Elixirs, with the First Spiritual Root of the Lower World as the main, it occupied a considerable portion of the shell, with the most winding and entwined Taoist Fragments surrounding it, intricate and complex, mystical and holy.

“Not bad, at this rate, the Old White Turtle might just become the most defiant existence of this era!”

Jiang Hui glanced over the Old White Turtle and couldn’t help feeling somewhat emotional.

Carrying Immortal Elixirs–that’s indeed how the Old White Turtle should be utilized.

Withdrawing his gaze, Jiang Hui suddenly remembered something–the group of Burial Priests was still waiting outside.

He had initially planned to keep them waiting for a couple of days and had almost forgotten about them.

He had gained a disciple of Supreme Giant level and amassed a significant amount of experience points, although the prospect of leveling up was still quite distant.

But just the fact that he had earned a follower of giant level without any cost was enough to make Jiang Hui overjoyed.

In a great mood, he waved over Tu Wa Zi.

Although the Banished Immortal had been running errands lately, in Jiang Hui’s heart, Tu Wa Zi, Gu Chen, Lin Zhuang, Lin Chen, and other “old figures” naturally held more important positions and statuses.

There are thousands of disciples, but having the most crucial few is what matters.

Take, for example, Sage Kong from a past life–he had three thousand disciples, but only seventy-two were sages.

Lately, Tu Wa Zi had been very busy making preparations on two fronts.

On one side, he continued to accumulate his foundation, stabilizing the realm of True Immortal until he could no longer advance even slightly, truly reaching the peak of this realm.

On the other hand, he was preparing for the assault on the Immortal King’s Domain.

Although he could lead the former, he couldn’t control the latter–it was all about responding to changes with constancy.

With a thought, footsteps could be heard from outside the grand hall, approaching from afar and gradually becoming clearer. Tu Wa Zi hurried over, a hint of confusion on his face, clearly unsure why Jiang Hui had suddenly summoned him.

“Go beyond the domain, and bring that group of Burial Priests over,” Jiang Hui said with a smile, looking at Tu Wa Zi who was ascending the stone steps.

“That group of Burial Priests? Sir, are they still lingering around here?”

Hearing that the Burial Priests had not left, Tu Wa Zi appeared somewhat surprised; he had thought they had long since departed and was not expecting them to still be harboring ill intentions.

At that time, those from the Burial Domain, including the Burial King and Burial Earth, had attempted to make a move on the Holy Land; he had witnessed everything.

Had it not been for the lord suppressing those audacious scoundrels with unimaginable methods, the Holy Land might indeed have been lost to those Burial Kings.

The King’s Domain represents the strongest existences of the present, rarely giving rise to even a few across an era, any one of which could dominate a domain, overlook years of turbulence–more so a group. Only the lord could drive a group of Burial Kings away like shooing ducks; other powers, even the Immortal Taoist sects, would likely be unable to resist.

“Why not just suppress all those petty fellows directly instead of inviting them in?”

Upon hearing this, Tu Wa Zi couldn’t help but scratch his head, his expression turning puzzled as he murmured inwardly.

In Tu Wa Zi’s eyes, considering those Burial Priests thought themselves superior and dared to target the Holy Land, it was an unforgivable act that left no room for negotiation.

However, he was very similar in temperament to Old Man Lin, or it could be said that he was deeply influenced by Old Man Lin’s “true teachings.”

No matter how much he didn’t understand the commands issued by the adult, he would choose to obey unconditionally.

He was only responsible for executing them well.

As a fanatical follower of his own, Jiang Hui could naturally sense Tu Wa Zi’s thoughts at the moment.

Of course, even without this relationship, one could guess roughly by looking at Tu Wa Zi’s expression.

But there was nothing good to explain about this matter, and besides, it was not easy to explain, so it was better to act “autocratically.”

Tu Wa Zi was efficient in handling matters.

Before long, they had already reached the outskirts of the domain.

However, after searching around, they did not find any trace of the Burial Priest.

The universe was vast and silent, and if not for the faint light transmitted from the great stars, it could truly be described as eternal night.

Tu Wa Zi’s thoughts shifted, and after looking around again, he still didn’t find any unusual figures.

“How strange, how can there be no one? Could it be that the adult has miscalculated?”

As soon as this thought emerged, Tu Wa Zi immediately slapped himself. It was truly audacious to presume that the adult was wrong.

Just then,

a faint, barely audible sound of heavy breathing came.

Tu Wa Zi’s mind stirred, and he carefully sensed it.

It wasn’t the sound of breathing at all, but snoring, seemingly coming from a distant position, giving a sense of emptiness.

To be transmitted from so far away, one can imagine that this snoring sound was truly thunderous.

After regaining his senses and sensing the specific location of the snoring again, Tu Wa Zi immediately leaped swiftly toward it.

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In the distance, the star was huge, its entire body earthy-yellow, resembling sprinkled golden juice.

The interior was barren, with steep mountains spreading across the vast red land, where dozens of huge bodies sprawled on the ground, each sound asleep.

They were not cultivating but simply resting.

A group of kings, even if they hadn’t eaten, drunk, or slept for countless years, wouldn’t feel the slightest fatigue, but now they appeared like mountains of flesh stacked in a not-so-large area.

Tu Wa Zi hurriedly sensed this and observed a group of Burial Kings deeply asleep, which made him frown.

However, the adult had once explained to everyone about the Burial Domain and the methods and system of the Burial Priests. Although it wasn’t very detailed, it was enough to understand that strange race.

Therefore, Tu Wa Zi didn’t feel too surprised.

Now being kings, it didn’t really matter if this group of Burial Kings didn’t rest, but because of the special nature of the Burial Priest system, they couldn’t help behaving in such a way.

“Rumble rumble rumble…”

However, just as Tu Wa Zi had landed on the rocky surface inside the earthy-yellow star, a sudden intense shaking started on the ground. It was followed by what sounded like an Earth Dragon rolling, causing mountains to collapse and the ground to crack inch by inch, with clouds of dust flying.

“Who is it? Who dares to pause and stay here?”

Amid the thunderous noise, a dull and heavy voice sounded, as if a mythical beast were stomping the ground.