It is well known that each of the Ten Ancient Burial Realms has a Domain Lord.
For example, the Lord of the Yin Nether Realm is the Burial Emperor of the Fallen Feather Race.
The Lord of the Asura Realm is the Sovereign of the Asura Demon Country.
And the Lord of the Celestial Nether Realm is the Celestial Nether Burial Emperor of the Netherworld King Hall.
However, among these ten realms, there is one that is extrely special.
That is the Senluo Realm.
The other realm lords are rulers of Immortal Influence.
But the Lord of the Senluo Realm is a solitary figure, without any influence.
Most importantly, the Lord of the Senluo Realm is a woman.
No one knows her real na, nor has she ever revealed her true face.
Because her face is always hidden behind a ghost face mask.
Thus, the creatures of the Ten Burial Realms all call her the Ghost-faced Female Burial Emperor.
But what is most notable about the Ghost-faced Female Burial Emperor is her power.
Long ago, she was already the ruler of the Senluo Realm, and no one could threaten her position.
There were other Burial Emperors who challenged her but t a tragic end.
Therefore, when ranking the Ten Domain Lords, she undoubtedly holds the top position.
Even the Celestial Nether Burial Emperor of the Netherworld King Hall is ranked second.
This shows the kind of prestige and status the Ghost-faced Female Burial Emperor holds in the Ancient Burial Land.
At this mont, within a dark palace of the Senluo Realm.
Seated upon the Bone Throne is the Ghost-faced Female Burial Emperor.
She wears a black dress, wrapping around her tall and proud jade body.
Her skin is as white as snow, gleaming with a soft light.
Her long blue-black hair cascades down, adding an air of mysterious allure to the Female Burial Emperor.
Though her face is hidden by the ghost face mask, her figure suggests she is undoubtedly a woman of stunning beauty, capable of captivating entire nations.
In so beauty rankings within the Ancient Burial Land,
the Ghost-faced Female Burial Emperor is the only one who, without showing her face, can captivate the masses solely through her aura.
Even the fad beauty Lang Huan is ranked below her, taking the second place.
At this mont, with her jade fingers tapping the armrest of the throne, she appears to be lost in a faint stirring of emotions.
This is unimaginable for her.
Since she awakened her consciousness, she has always been alone.
She never felt loneliness, always the aloof and indifferent Female Burial Emperor, gazing coldly upon everyone.
But occasionally, so broken mories flash by like a lantern show.
For instance, the back of a young boy in white holding the hand of a little girl.
The little girl holds a ghost face mask, seemingly crying and smiling.
"Whose karma is this? Is it mine?" she murmurs.
Her voice, soft yet slightly hoarse, holds a magnetic quality.
"Why does it feel like sothing is unsettling my mind? Is sothing about to happen?" she wonders, slightly dazed.
Slowly raising her jade hand, she holds a sachet in her palm.
If Jun Xiaoyao were here, he would undoubtedly be surprised to see.
The sachet in her hand is identical to the one he obtained in the lower realm.
And that sachet was a keepsake from a ghost-faced woman on the Heroic Spirit Altar.
"The Other Shore Flower blooms in seven colors for celestial immortality over a thousand years. Has a part of my karma co? If so, then the only person must be the Jun Family's celestial pride causing a storm recently."
Beneath her mask, her gaze is distant and profound.
She is aware of Jun Xiaoyao raising a commotion across the Ten Domains of the Ancient Burial Land.
"It seems I must personally make a trip," she murmurs.
The entire dark palace falls into silence.
...
Days have passed.
The day to enter the Burial Realm has arrived.
Many creatures of the Burial Soil are setting off, preparing to head to the edge of the Burial Realm.
Even if they are not qualified to enter, it is still good to join the spectacle.
Jun Xiaoyao and his companions are also on their way.
With Lang Huan arranging the journey, Jun Xiaoyao does not have to worry about anything, just needs to wait patiently.
The Burial Realm is the core of the Ten Burial Realms.
It borders the Land of the Far North in the Celestial Nether Realm.
That gap lies in this place.
It is a place filled with death.
The earth is blood-red, not naturally ford, but seed stained by blood after a great battle.
Various unknown creatures' bones litter the land.
One can say that average creatures of the Burial Soil, unless they possess courage and confidence, do not dare to approach the Burial Realm.
And since the burial realm was sealed more than a decade ago, few have ventured here.
Yet today,
this once desolate place is bustling with activity.
Nurous forces from the Burial Soil are gathered here.
In the sky, various Bone Dragons, Skeletal Birds, draw palanquins as they co.
On the ground, many creatures of the Burial Soil swarm in like ants.
They co not just to see the spectacle of the Burial Realm.
There is a far more important reason, the battle between Jun Xiaoyao and the ancient Overlord Body of the Netherworld King Hall.
This battle attracts much attention.
In a way, it represents the strongest celestial pride of the Desolate Celestial Immortal Realm against that of the Ten Ancient Burial Realms.
It naturally draws attention.
Rumble!
Sounds resonate across the sky as the Little Kings arrive.
Long Xiang of the Corpse Dragon Race, Mo Ling of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Python Race, the Nine Nether Ape, celestial prides of the Blood Fiend Race and others are all here.
Their auras are stronger than before.
Evidently, in this short ti, they have all received so enhancent.
Especially the Nine Nether Ape, which didn't make a move at the Ten Kings' Grand Banquet, leaving its prowess an enigma.
Moreover, forces whose celestial prides were killed by Jun Xiaoyao, like the Eight-ard Spider Demon Race and the Rakshasa Race, are also here.
Their purpose, naturally, is to thwart Jun Xiaoyao from entering the Burial Realm.
And suddenly, the ground shakes as a black giant strides over the hills.
"It's the Giant Demon Puppet of the Netherworld King Hall, they have finally arrived!"
As the spectators see this black giant, exclamations of amazent echo through the crowd.
The Netherworld King Hall is one of the strongest forces in the Ancient Burial Land, led by the peerless Celestial Nether Burial Emperor.
At this mont, a group of figures stands atop the Giant Demon Puppet.
The leader stands on the puppet's head.
A burly man with bronzed, cracked muscles, black hair flowing in the wind.
His face is rugged, eyes reflecting the fall of stars, exuding an aura of rebellious dominance and sharp nace.
This tall young man has an impressive aura, carrying an invincible imposingness.
Who else could it be but Chu Tianba?
"At last, here cos the leader of the Little Kings, the ancient Overlord Body, Chu Tianba!"
Seeing Chu Tianba's arrival, all creatures of the Burial Soil are elated.
The reason is simple, Chu Tianba is seen as the celestial pride most likely to defeat Jun Xiaoyao and restore the honor of the Burial Land.
"Where is the Jun Family's Sacred Body?"
Chu Tianba's gaze sweeps across, sharp and intimidating!
Seeing Chu Tianba's unmatched dominance, the creatures of the Burial Soil are thrilled to the point of trembling!
The ancient Overlord Body, eternally divine!
Amid the fervor of the Burial Soil creatures,
a cold yet playful voice suddenly echoes out.
"Just a broken body, so eager to seek death?"
As that voice resonates, a luxurious tower ship sails through the air.
A transcendent figure, like a white-clad immortal, stands majestically above the Cangming.
The Holy Body and Overlord Body!
Destined enemies!
Finally face to face!
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